<?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-38021843</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:40:05.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riahz</title><subtitle type='html'>HAHA!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-8145380976436189371</id><published>2009-10-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:32:53.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting fellow wordlings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krtk58aXOQ1qzt4n8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 216px;" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krtk58aXOQ1qzt4n8o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer use the fuckery that is blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riahz.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-8145380976436189371?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8145380976436189371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8145380976436189371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8145380976436189371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8145380976436189371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2009/10/greeting-fellow-wordlings.html' title='Greeting fellow wordlings'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-9027618508555434270</id><published>2008-03-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:32:08.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on 13 march</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My internet has yet to be restored. I'm at E2Max at Cine. My lil bro's playing some shooting game. We be waiting fer our movie. Our Random pick be The Eye. I dunno why. But I LOVE L:CHANGE THE WORLD. Kenichi-san is so hot. DeathNote lives OwNNLOL Jenny's on the radio.Yeah Yeah CLICK 5.The holidays' been quite okay.Last Saturday I had a club mosh thing.Honestly it sucked.I don't see the joy in people just screaming words hitting drrums and touching guitar strings.Ok honestly I'm a victim of that but that was for fun.I hate hardcore music.BE YOUR OWN PET is exceptional.Besides the lyrics are cute."I'm an independant mother fucker!And here to take yuor money!I'm wicked rad and I'm here!To steal away your virginity!"I tell ya I think that's hillarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;POLKA IV ROCKS!SMSS girls are talented if I do say so myself.I loved the classic pieces.CARMENN!And Jo was AWESOME!It's good fo her she got to sing.It's Deja Vu 'cus it was a year before where she sang on the same stage with her fellow JAZZ KIDS.Man I miss those days.The group talent they are.You should listen to the album.Jo's voice is TRE FANTABULOThe crowd was so lively.And I'm so used to it!They're all SMSS girls. NATURALLY loud.I love our school &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with Trishna Chels and her cousin Kay Lee from KL.Man she's a blast.Never a down moment.She's like 'wise' but wild.And she's got too much to drink :PSo does Aunty Liz but it's natural fro her.ATE PIZZA!Me and Trish ordered Seafood.The others ordered this cheese onion and bayleaf thing.Or I think it's bayleaf.THEN WE ORDERED PROFITEROLS!Finally.And chocolate mousse and tiramisu.The mousse was nice.Tiramisu had coffee liqour.sob :'[Nvm.I'll ask my aunt to make some nice NON ALCOHOL one,ILY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TERM 1 IS GONE.I lovede it.CAMP &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GOT A NEW SEXY PHONE!Nokia 6300 2nd lah.I found out Aunty Liz has the sameone since last year.LOL-ness.Good camera quailty.Though tiny memory card.[128MB :( ]However,It's slimmer than JOVANNAHahah.Although I won't be the oddball with the ancient phone anymore.Ah well.ILY DADDEH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paramore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Academy Is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FALL OUT BOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gym Class Heroes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COME TO SINGAPOPRE!FOR SINGFEST!I'm saving up.Heard Panic's coming along.Last year it was The Academy Is..Gym Class Heroes and CobraStarship.I met Fall Out Boy last year too ^.^YAY ME!MONEY COME TO MEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL trying to watch Paramore video.Can't hear a damn thing.FUCK YOU SEAN KINGSTONYou only got famous because your record comapny's deaf!YOU SUCK MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...I love R&amp;amp;B and Hip-Hop after Alternative rock.It's actually nice if the lyrics aren't mostly about GIRLS and SEX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fugees rock. It's an old groupof R&amp;amp;B singers.They CREATED the best original songs that got the kids wanting to be a PLAYEHLike killing him softly,and something else.Oh it's Melee now :DThis is real this is good.It warms the iside just like it should.But most of all most of all its built to last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hair is getting longer and better than my previous poof of hair.Except my hair and pringe continues to curl at the wrong time,I want japanese hair!Or Hailey's hair!Or Belinda's hair.LOL.Bel looked sexaye yesterday.She wore a white dress and pumps.Dragging a guy along.I didn't know she was the kind who wears them.I thought she was kinda tomboy-ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway gotta go soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything else to say....Uh...BILLVY REPLY MEMaddie you rock-eth!Aziz 3/8 misses you.Hailey reply me come to Singapore.Happy HolidaysDo your homeworkSingFest Rocks.Fueled By Ramen &amp;amp; Decay Dance Records ROCKSo does WB &amp;amp; Island but you get what I mean.Oh Glory.Somewhere weaknesses are strength, And I'll die searching for it&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/38021843-9027618508555434270?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/9027618508555434270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=9027618508555434270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/9027618508555434270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/9027618508555434270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-13-march.html' title='on 13 march'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-8388676478276328829</id><published>2008-01-20T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:00:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again in my grandpop's house. I'm so sleepy I should be sleeping by 9pm. Don't make fun okay I actually do sleep at 9. And it's not a curfew, it's a chosen choice.Anyway little things happened today. I went to the pasar malam and bought pants and a sleeveless hoodie. FINALLY! I got a sleeveless one! It's white so it goes with a lot of things. I'll save up for a black one soon. YAY ME! I look so awesome in it! I never meant to brag. BUT I GOT IT WHERE I WANT IT NOW. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally picked up my lazy ass and wash my muddy shoes from camp. OK seriously I am the most laziest person alive in the whole cult of lazy people. And oh my GOD my brother is SUCH a BIMBO! I mean he practically screamed when he saw the mud on my shoes and he said I was getting his all brown. HELLO! I was gonna scrub his anyway! He ran and got the pink Rose perfume and sprayed it all over the bathroom. I didn't mind the smell at all but he was practically squeezing the life outta his nose. I don't know how he's gonna survive a simple school camp. He screams at bugs and can't sleep a minute in the dark. I didn't complain about those things last week. And now he's so annoying all he does is play computer games online and I see him fight the same monster for 4 hours straight and he didn't even let me use for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary school friends gave me a surprise confrence on the phone, it was so long since I talked to a single one of them. Except Danial [A.K.A EX-BF] And the first thing all 4 of them said was 'What happen to your accent?'I mean the last time I DID talk t them in an almost American way but when I answered the phone just now, I was like talking in a bimbotic tone and I didn't even notice! I'm so proud of myself. DUDE I seriously don't wanna sound Singaporean anymore. But it IS fun to speak to foreign friends they'll be all 'WHA?'I think I gotta gooo. Dang it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko and I are chatting through Aziz's profile. Sowie![Dang it! Madi! I wanted to watch WGB/Caracal/GSE!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-8388676478276328829?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8388676478276328829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8388676478276328829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8388676478276328829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8388676478276328829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2008/01/again-in-my-grandpops-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-8699223693254424572</id><published>2008-01-20T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T04:38:07.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp-eth</title><content type='html'>Is it me or the days are going by oh so slowly? The weather's not doing any good either. It's bloody hot. I think I've a fever too. Which makes it worse. Okay I'm sorry I've not posted for so long. My internet DIED because SOMEBODY hasn't paid the dang bills.God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT LETS TOTALLY START OVER!Highlight of the month;SEC 3 DOTS CONNECTION CAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And could I have asked for a better week? Never was I able to have enough fun. It just kept flowing in. I absoltely loved it. The mud, the bugs, the STUFFF! I enjoyed the primitive enviroment...For some reason. Days were HOT, nights were Freezing. No doubt everyone complained about SOMETHING. But the class did an awesome job in everything. Except for some but what the hell. I LOVED kayaking and FFox. LOL. Lets all kayak to the middle of the sea and fish for swordfish! No way. Sleeping in tents and A-huts were so fun, although it did give my bone a bit of a kink. I was so used to sleeping on the hard surface that when I went home I slept on the floor. [Bad idea if your floors are made entirely out of marble.] Every activity ROCKED! Even knots and lashings where everyone tied themselves up instead of doing it right. [And where SOME PEOPLE decide to sleep.AIR-CON IN THERE!] The milo pool was as yucky as I remembered it. [SUCKERS! I didn't swallow a thing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot,Trainers Cindy and Aziz.They're definitely two of a kind! Cindy is so FUNNY with her singing and her insight jokes. And enthusiasm which is hilarious at times. Especially when asking for LEG HAIR from Mac. That time I was like...Uhhh. She's the kind of person who's like...The person behind a person. Okay I know that desn't make sense but that's what I feel.Aziz! Man of the hour. He's like so fun! And an awesome leader if he was Camp Chief. But if he actually was then it wouldn't be fun at all. A potential stand-up comedian. He IS funny! And the guy practically had to deal with at least one injury from one of the girls in class. Hey he's a paramedic! What else was he supposed to do? The other classes [apart from 3/9] had strange trainers, nothing cmpared to ours! THEY'RE JUST THE BEST!The best of the best.Along with Wani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campfire was like the most AWESOME finale for a camp! I mean I heard they didn't have an actual campfire for like years.YAY US! Everyone did a great job. Although we weren't he best. And I was like so tired. I didn't wanna scream either because my voice was HOARSE. I sound worse than a man. I still DO have a sore throat. I'm too lazy to take medicine. I can't sing a single high note how am I to duet now? Be a tenor? Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The was another thing. EVERYBODY was talking Singlish. I couldn't help it either. I couldn't say a proper sentence without a single 'lah' or 'mah'. And I spoke so much malay slang. I felt so strange, also because Siti and Nurul usually speak in malay. But I tried to speak properly but it was like so what the hell lah. Diao. Aziz tried to help me once but I was like 'I'm trying to you know that!' but that's all I managed to say.DUDE! YOU SPEAK BETTER ENGLISH THAN I DO!Actually the way I speak is more of an American slang. This school has a lot of those kind. I get influenced too. But now I speak more singlish. I annoy myself sometimes. Damn the cow! I really loved it and miss it so much. Studies are just pressing down on us like we're express class kids.Oh shit I remembered I'm sec 3 now. Bloody hell. I shall try my best this year. And actually study. I haven't studied much since like kindergarten. I swear the day I get awesome grades is the day I hit myself with a sledgehammer. And that might hurt. :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY3N8/9&amp;amp;AZIZ&amp;amp;CINDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-8699223693254424572?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8699223693254424572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8699223693254424572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8699223693254424572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8699223693254424572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2008/01/camp-eth.html' title='Camp-eth'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4886915863971481002</id><published>2007-11-29T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:37:24.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>YAY! DANN HAS A BLOG NOW!&lt;br /&gt;POST POST POST DAN!&lt;br /&gt;Not like any of you know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is a fucking dead grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are like everyone elses. But I have yet to post on Lime sonic bang. Dont worry i will... when i remember to... I got hold of Luke's e-mail [YAY ME] and Haizam and Rudy who's Luke's faithful followers. Oh my GOD Luke is freaking nice. He really didn't look like that type though.&lt;br /&gt;Haizams FUN! Luke is hot I'll give you that. And I told Rudy he's hot...he took it well. He didn't expect it really. But since he kept saying he's hot so I just told him 'You're hot'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His GF is scary. I just finished SMS-ing Rudy. Then she sms-ed me when I was JUST about to sleep. Man was I annoyed. It was 12am-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: Hey who r u? y do u keep sms-ing rudy. do you knw that im his gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:Oh really?Okay good for you.He looks like a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER:Ya he is.anyway i got a job to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:Oh cool what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER:To kp girls like u away from Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was THEN Pissed.But I was so sleepy and started swearing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;ME:Oh k sounds like fun.Just for the record I dont like him so yeah. But if you dont mind i'm kinda sleepy so lets chat tommorow okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she's suprised at my replies. She's those typical girls lah. The overprotective Minahs. Well Rudy said she's typical. AND he also said she and him not so serious...and he's had worse. SO why have her anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another deal with him,I told him about the IMETFOB thing. And I duno we started talking about it. But they way he says it, he made me look into a different light. And especially when he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're talking about Patrick from Fall Out Boy, and you're you from Singapore among the other millions...Then who are you to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God I wanted to cry because it was SO TRUE. I was GOD DAMN HAPPY WHEN I CHANGED MY MSN NAME! The one which I've had from almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke. He is SO FUN to talk to. He's working currently while he waits for school at NAFA. He's a Despatch Walker at Royale Logistics. And I probably gave him quite a good impression. Because when he asked me what I was doing, I said I was interpreting songs...which was true...&lt;br /&gt;He was all like waaaaah. And surprised at my ae. He also said 'Respect for people like you' and 'You're really in depth to music...I like that'&lt;br /&gt;SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? He actually ALSO wants to be an Architect. He was like WHOA. XDD SO COOL! He's super smart. After a while I told him about maybe gonna move to NY and he said 'Psst...if you do go there...Promote Monofones music kkkk' and I told him their music was THEIR material and also my latest obsession. He was like 'aww...gosh dont...i duno what to say'&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZAM! Haha our convo's were interesting from Stalking to Singapore...To cats. His cat is soooooo cute! AND BIG AND FUZZY WUZZY &lt;33 He and Rudy are SP friends. He and Luke are buddies for 10 years. I totaly wanna hang out sometime. He told me I HAVE to buy Monofone Merch next time. OMG I WOULD IF A CERTAIN BRENDAN MCCABE DIDN'T CHARM ME INTO BUYING SAW LOSER MERCH. But the towels were nice ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he had an Autgraphed EP CD. I told him autograph for what? He's your bestfriend you can ask him to sign whatever you want whenever you want! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hope I can go for Monofone's show on 15th! I'M ACHING FOR ANOTHER SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;And Hym [singer;Luke's bro] was so surprised that I was already looking forward to the next.&lt;br /&gt;He invited me to their Housewarming party. Because he knows I love chocolate and games. Jules [Keyboardist;wife] makes a mean choc fondue, GASP! And then after that XBOX with Monofone at their supposed Movie Room. Their house sounds awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. MATTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S A POST ARE YE HAPPY NOW?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4886915863971481002?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4886915863971481002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4886915863971481002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4886915863971481002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4886915863971481002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4185827802357756350</id><published>2007-11-27T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:31:05.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Casey Calvert</title><content type='html'>Casey Calvert, guitarist for post punk/ rock band Hawthorne Heights, was found dead early Saturday morning. Calvert was 26-years-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to several accounts Calvert appeared healthy on Friday night while spending time with friends before going to sleep for the night. Those same reports indicated that Calvert passed away at some point while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Casey Calvert’s sound played a big role in Hawthorne Heights and its highly successful second album If Only You Were Lonely which debuted at #3 on the Billboard charts and produced the hit single “Saying Sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawthorne Heights had a show in Detroit, Michigan on Friday night and was scheduled for a show on Saturday in Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official site of Hawthorne Heights posted a message on their front page stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today is probably the worst day ever. Its with our deepest regrets that we have to write this. Casey Calvert passed away in his sleep last night. We found out this afternoon before sound-check. We've spent the entire day trying to come to grips with this and figure out as much as possible. At this time we're not sure what exactly happened. Just last night he was joking around with everyone before he went to bed. We can say with absolute certainty that he was not doing anything illegal. Please, out of respect to Casey and his family, don't contribute or succumb to any gossip you may hear. We don't want his memory to be tainted in the least. Casey was our best friend. He was quirky and awesome and there will truly be no others like him! His loss is unexplainable. As soon as we know more we will let you know.” - Source: TransWorld News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I posted on the comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a big fan. In fact I've never heard this band before until a couple of weeks ago. But it pains my heart to see a passionate musician just pass away with probably a handfull of other things he wishes to accomplish. From reactions to everybody, Casey must've been a very incredible person. But however he passed away, I know he would be in a happier place. Even though he always did have a happy time making everyone else in the world happy.&lt;br /&gt;In the words of TAI, "Death is going to catch up to all one day, just that yours is coming quicker than ours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't be extremely dissapointed. because Casey wouldn't like his fans to be depressed. he probably wants you to remember him by the mark he left on earth. and just be glad there was someone in your life to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;I hope his family and the band would be able to move on with the happiness from Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Better Everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;Casey's Smiling ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4185827802357756350?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4185827802357756350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4185827802357756350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4185827802357756350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4185827802357756350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/rip-casey-calvert.html' title='R.I.P Casey Calvert'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-1358147404154932196</id><published>2007-11-27T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:45:46.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell in love and got dumped in 48 hours</title><content type='html'>i'm a little down,&lt;br /&gt;down on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;curled up in a ball,&lt;br /&gt;it's so ridiculous,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i found you,&lt;br /&gt;you're too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;but it never came to me,&lt;br /&gt;that you might've been someone elses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chrous]&lt;br /&gt;and my heart can't take it,&lt;br /&gt;the words are stingin',&lt;br /&gt;in and out,up and down,&lt;br /&gt;i try to close the space up,&lt;br /&gt;pushing it together,&lt;br /&gt;but it seems i end up,&lt;br /&gt;with broken, tiny pieces,&lt;br /&gt;of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the way you talked to me,&lt;br /&gt;i felt that it could work,&lt;br /&gt;but she picked the phone up,&lt;br /&gt;and told me i couldn't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she tried to be nice,&lt;br /&gt;but the words were stabbing me,&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but no sleep came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart can't take it,&lt;br /&gt;the words are stingin'&lt;br /&gt;in and out,&lt;br /&gt;up and down,&lt;br /&gt;i try to close the space up,&lt;br /&gt;pushing it together,&lt;br /&gt;but it seems i end up,&lt;br /&gt;with broken tiny pieces,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;oh,and i know,&lt;br /&gt;it was never meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't deserve this hurt,&lt;br /&gt;because i never even told you,&lt;br /&gt;and you never knew,&lt;br /&gt;i need to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with broken tiny pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by: ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Mariah Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse the minimal use of english&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-1358147404154932196?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/1358147404154932196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=1358147404154932196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1358147404154932196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1358147404154932196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-fell-in-love-and-got-dumped-in-48.html' title='I fell in love and got dumped in 48 hours'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-2758571944255107410</id><published>2007-11-16T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:42:19.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L!ME</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends &amp;amp; Family,I think this is good reading for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;The list is too long but you are among the top of people I care.   HERE IS SOMETHING WORTH SHARING WITH PEOPLE YOU CARE!!  One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.    Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.   It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.   That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.  Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.  As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'  After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.   'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.' Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. 'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.' All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'&lt;br /&gt;Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.' 'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'&lt;br /&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'&lt;br /&gt;That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.&lt;br /&gt;So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?&lt;br /&gt;The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.&lt;br /&gt;May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Blogger format...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got this nice chain mail. Although I didn't send it, apparently only 50 PEOPLE can be in the sending. WTF? I have like 200 plus. That's something to be improved on. My primary school friend sent it to me. LOL. Me and another few familiar e-mails I could see. YAY! I'm SPECIAL! Haha. But the story is nice. I should do that for like when secondary school is over. Whoa come to think about it...it's kinda scary when it's over. GASP! What am I to do EVERYDAY while waiting for school confirmation? WHAT IF I DON'T GET TO GO TO SCHOOL AFTER THIS? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. There's only one way to find out. See how much you study and maybe if you feel that this is not enough...STUDY SOME MORE! Can't wait to start the year. Except the having to be in class with NISA! WTF? I KNEW I SHOULD'VE GONE TO 3/8! But noooo, THERE'S HIATORY THERE! I ARE HATING HISTORY YO! See! Now my english is disrupted! sigh. Anyway it's 25 minutes before I'm going off to Harbour Front to meet Trishna. She said meet at the Fountain. WHAT FOUNTAIN? I'm so unfamiliar with Vivo City! Yeah I have yet to explore Harbour Front areas. Or Vivo City at least. I'm taking a long bus ride there. I should take MRT. But I don't know. I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much sleep last night. I think it's becauseI slept in the evening yesterday. I didn't even know I did. I was just lying on the sofa enjoying the wind. The next thing I knew I was knocked out. Not seriously knocked but you get my point. I woke up almost every hour. I DON'T EVEN KNOW I WAS ASLEEP ENOUGH TO BE AWOKEN! Sigh. My nose is runny again. That reminds me. I should take some pills before going. Ah. I think I should go a bit earlier to wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L!ME SONIC BANG! Can't wait. BUT WHO AM I TO ROCK OUT WITH WHEN EVERYONE'S IN THE MOSH PIT! Mosh Pit's are exclusive. It's right out front and you need a pass. Which I didn't get. WHY GEN?! WHY JO!? WHY BLADDER?! WHY?!?!? WHY DO I NEED TO PEE RIGHT NOW?!?! Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I could meet some of my friends from the band so I can take photos. Oh which reminds me I gotta bring my camera. Ah anyway gotta jet. I'll see ya'll later ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-2758571944255107410?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/2758571944255107410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=2758571944255107410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2758571944255107410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2758571944255107410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/lme.html' title='L!ME'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-6087145972301702946</id><published>2007-11-16T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:10:40.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>This morning I probably woke up kinda warm. I think I have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I CAN'T HAVE A FEVER NOW! IT'S LIME SONIC BANG! TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I took a lot of the pills so I feel better. But still have runny nose. Good thing it ain't goin' nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered from KFC and Pizza Hut. [Now how is that helping my fever?] My dad didn't like to order. Or probably doesn't know how to. Just have to wait till 9.30... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Causeway Point this afternoon. My lil bro's friend came to play. LOL. Like Cel. So we walked around the boring bazaar. It's not so lively. Well I guess it was too early. We looked for pants. Well I bought 2 pairs of shorts. The FAKE Billabong ones. And I wanted to look for 3/4 pants for tomorrow. Well it IS at a beach. You expect peolpe to wear jeans? Well probably the guys or the super emo's are. After we bought like chicken kebabs, we didn't find ANY nice pants. So we went inside the shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went ALL OUT for X'MAS. LIGHTS! LIGHTS! TREES WITH LIGHTS! LIGHTS FOR YOUR INTERIORS! LIT UNDERWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;No I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was like, "Aiyah.How long will you take?" and I was like, "As long as I have to" so he took his wallet out and shoved 50 BUCKS into my hand and was like, "Go look yourself, I'm outta here."&lt;br /&gt;So there I went alon happily with an empty stomach. Well the thing is my mum told me to make him buy stuff for us. As much as we can to punish him for you-know-what. Which is coming soon. Monday. Going to Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I went from Metro, to Hang Ten, to 77th Street, to Samuel and Kevin [I couldn't believe they didn't have the kind of 3/4 pants I wanted!]. I walked all around, well Causeway Point is almost as big as Vivo City. Well according to Aunty Liz, CP is one of the most busiest place in Singapore. But I really never notice until she said so. I finally went into this place called 'm store' and the clothes there were very nice. I went to the 3/4 pants section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the kinds I want are the ones half-way up my leg. And I want many pockets where I can put stuff in it. I describe it as 'chunky'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some nice one. But the material is...like the soft polyester ones. This old aunty came up to me. Well she's one of the owners and she was like "Lai, girl you want pants ah?" so I was like "Yeah" and she started passing me some, well they're nice but I wanted the black one. Well I got the black one. It was kinda frilly though, which I didn't get but I guess it suits a lot of outings I guess. And it had this sparkly ribbon as the belt. It was so pretty. It was on sale and it was $32.30 and orginally it was $36  I think. Well it was 10% discount so you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look my KFC just came. Now I have to wait for Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did you know I have Guitar Hero 3? Well got in from Jarta. Pirated, of course. Now I got all the GH except GH2. I got Rock the 80's too. I JUST DON'T HAVE THE GUITAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well gotta eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-6087145972301702946?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/6087145972301702946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=6087145972301702946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6087145972301702946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6087145972301702946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-5440091754946312059</id><published>2007-11-15T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:25:18.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hna-Kimi;For you in full Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RzwQbC_xxdI/AAAAAAAAADM/x_4YSQzwcmI/s1600-h/hanakimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132995732142409170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RzwQbC_xxdI/AAAAAAAAADM/x_4YSQzwcmI/s320/hanakimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi178.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fw242%2Fkeene_liang%2Fhanakimi.jpg&amp;amp;searchTerm=hana-kimi&amp;amp;pageOffset=8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HANA-KIMI SERIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE IT SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CRIED [well just a tear]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anata o ai shite imasu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hana-Kimi GA DAISUKI DESU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" title="Click to zoom out." href="javascript:void(0);" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;/a&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/38021843-5440091754946312059?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/5440091754946312059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=5440091754946312059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5440091754946312059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5440091754946312059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/hna-kimifor-you-in-full-blossom.html' title='Hna-Kimi;For you in full Blossom'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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/_K78epJ0I-4c/RzwQbC_xxdI/AAAAAAAAADM/x_4YSQzwcmI/s72-c/hanakimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-6823876931551682825</id><published>2007-11-11T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:46:13.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RzfW74pC7aI/AAAAAAAAADE/sSOblpGJkI4/s1600-h/pete_wentz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131806624717139362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RzfW74pC7aI/AAAAAAAAADE/sSOblpGJkI4/s320/pete_wentz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pete broke his ankle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/ashlee_simpson"&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/a&gt;, grab an ice pack: Pete Wentz injured himself during a concert over the weekend in New Orleans, but the Fall Out Boy rocker lived to blog about it. Wentz, 28, posted photos of his bruised broken ankle on the site &lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/photos/clandestine/?id=26886891" target="_blank" s_oid="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/photos/clandestine/?id=26886891" s_oidt="0"&gt;FriendsorEnemies.com&lt;/a&gt;. In a post titled, "I've got good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?", Wentz says: "For anyone who was at the voodoo fest in new orleans – you got to see me jump around. ended up breaking the bone that connects my shin to my foot. no shows will be canceled. i am currently trying to get a 'rocker' boot so i can have a walking cast. currently my foot is the size of a small car. if you see me at a show come sign my cast." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing he said, "I got the 'rocker' boot, but it sure ain't doing much rocking for me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.So so-so. The foot is gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so damn boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXCEPT L!ME SONIC BANG PREVIEW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday the preview was at Cineleisure.LOCAL BANDS I NEVER KNEW ABOUT!There were 4 bands that played. Monofone, Summer's Over, Allura and some other band which is nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact they were all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Cel were supposed to be working at the Photography section where there's these whacky props like photframes and umbrellas.And this devils staff and other really weird stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get a lot though. They're all so SHY! :*[ Trishna,Chels and Jo worked at the booth where they signed people up to CellCity and Club Mosh. Cel and I wore the green 'GIANT' lime green Club Mosh t-shirts because we didn't wanna wear the back tank-tops. But I got one from Trishna's Prize anyway. She kept everything but the tank-top,so I'll just wear it on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED MOSHPIT PASSES@!@!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MUSIC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monofone sounded like Muse. They were the only one where it got really HOT. Mostly because we were there right out front and the loudest screamers. Luke was cute. Too bad he's attatched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Luke's brother, Hym, is so awesome with his singing. AND HE DOES A LOT OF GUITAR SOLO'S and he will like bend down in front of us and does his solo's, he's ALSO MARRIED TO JULES! The keyboardist. She's so pretty. AND CUTE! And then there Kay the really weird DRUMMER! He either reminds me of my cousin...or he reminds me of The Butcher from TAI... LOL the drummers...He's funny. He took a picture with another cute guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer's Over was really nice too. They're music is punk rock. The music sound like Blink 182. The singer sounds like him too. For like the first song. Then I guess he was too tired he changed his voice back to SINGAPOREEE style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I can't remember much after that. Then there's the going out with Gen and Yoko to watch the Bee Movie. We didn't watch the Bratz Movie. PHEW! Gen watched it like what? Five times? I guess Miku and Aiko don't like them either XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to go to Chelsey's house so we could get a start on the SYPA competition. It's photography, Go check it out &lt;a href="http://www.sypa.org.sg/"&gt;www.sypa.org.sg&lt;/a&gt;. So Yoko loves every idea I spit out. Well except the going to Woodlands to find a forest atmosphere. WELL ITS WOODLANDS! It's the best place! Get it? WOOD-LANDS? But of ccourse peole will stare. I mean it's Singapore, EVERYONE stares. And guess what? The competition ends APRIL 2008! Yoko's just being overly excited. You know and her photography-ness. I suggest she takes up PhotoJournalism. Which my tution teacher is taking up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made a life-long decision. SINCE, I will LESS likely be a musician or a singer. Oh come PLEASE! This is ME we're talking about. My voice is growing horrible-er by the moment. ANYWAY! I'm goingto be a....[DRMROLL]....AN ARCHITECT! Yes architecture for houses, buildings and such. I am not going to mention the other half of the stpry of how I'm going to do that. Because it got Chelsey OVERLY excited. And it got Yoko upset...So I'll just wait for the right time. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I took the right subject. Physics and Art. Not sure what Geography will do but I guess it kinda helps when you're TRAVELLING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK! I POSTED! ARE YE ALL HAPPY NOW?&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/38021843-6823876931551682825?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/6823876931551682825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=6823876931551682825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6823876931551682825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6823876931551682825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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/_K78epJ0I-4c/RzfW74pC7aI/AAAAAAAAADE/sSOblpGJkI4/s72-c/pete_wentz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-7630124262305682590</id><published>2007-11-06T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:12:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAH</title><content type='html'>MY BROTHER IS A FUCKING ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S SO FUCKING ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AND DIE LAH FUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAANNNYYYYWAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are getting all DRAGGY!&lt;br /&gt;But better then textbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JEWELFEST IS OVER AND I'M DEVASTATED! I'm such a loser. I've nothing to do other than that. I left my Crew and Participant Tag at Chelsey's. And jacket. When will I stop the forgetting of things at CHELSEY'S HOUSE? I practically live there anyway. I left my toothbrush there the first time I slept over. I miss the runway. And the MODELS! Everytime I see one of the models on a JF poster outside of any jewelry shop I wince. Anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went out Hari Raya-ing with my PRIMARY SCHOOL BUDDIES! You know unlike most people, who wish to ignore their primary school life [not ALL of you] I actually really, really loved it. It's like a BAKA FAMILY bond between us guys and girls. My guy friends were sososo fun! I kept biting a few of them. And their reactions are different from Chelsey. I collected like i don't know...$20 plus? I didn't count really. I just took 'em all out and shoved it into my pile. Which is decreasing tremendously. My gal friends all reminiscing of all the awesome times we had together. The haunted playground. The gang fights. The water fight. The McDonald's. The Mr. Menon. AWW GOOD TIMES MAN! We're planning on going to WILD WILD WET together. FUNFUNFUN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was the 2/8 gathering at East Coast. It was cancelled early in the morning and then on again. Aiya that Melissa. No lah not her fault. Honestly Kellsie is a bad planner. Everyone there all hands down. No food, no charcoal, bad barbeque pit. A few of us rented bikes.There was me, Siti, Melissa, Delia, Wan Yu, Kellsie, Kellice [GLAD she was there], Hazel, Mich Wong, Alicia, Ruth, Adeline, Hui Bin and some others which I forgot. I think Wan Yu will send me the video then I'll show you what happened. BAD BBQ! But it was fun to play with the water. At 7 plus Siti's mum drop me off at Dhoby Ghaut station. So I called Chels if she still wanted me to come for Halloween. So I did and went to Arcadia. Got lost but I founf them. Guess what I was dressed up as. PETE WENTZ. I actually wore eye-liner. I used to all the time until I started Sec School. And I had the hoodie and the hair. LOL! Chelsey, Tria and Erica was a Vampire. Chels was a GYPSY vampire. Charice, I really had no Idea. Trishna also. But they looked REALY COOL! But Madihah..She was BIG BIRD! SO YELLOW AND ORANGE. Stuck out man but it was so CUTE! We trick-Or-Treated till like 9-ish. Chelsey was ACTUALY tired and decided to stop for a while while we went on. We went to Tiffany's place for a party. Dwi was there to. And a nother few SCGS girls whom I've no idea who they were.  It was cool, the food and the atmosphere of the condo's pool. One of them was DarthMaul [i think i thats how its spelt] and she had he face TOTALLY PAINTED. And she had her glasses on and guess what? WE TOTALLY THOUGHT SHE WAS CELESTE! Seriously she did witht the straight hair and suff. Maddie had to go after a while so we sat on the sidewalk and jacking each other. When she left we went bak and it was really boring after that for me, Charice and Trish. Char and I started on our CANDY! And Trish I don't know who she was talking to on the phone. While the rest SWAM. And Chelsey took Photos of them. Well I thought it'd give her time to bond with them. Since she hadn't had time with them much. I went home after that. While Trish, Tria and Erica stayed over Chelsey's place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo's birthday party was small with a few of us and her relatives. I came late because I had religous classes. Well I took off the tudung before I went though. When she opened the door, Jo hugged me and I kissed her with my TEETH. Gross I know. I went in and was all 'HI EVERYONE!' and her parents and relatives was all 'HEY!' and I found Chels and Cel on the couch again being POTATOES! Sonia annoued Chelsey HAHA! We watched SIGNS and it was kinda scary but cheesy. I ate what i always did when I come to Jo's house...SPAGHETTI! Haha her maid was laughing when I said, 'Oh! Spaghetti again!' and Jo's aunt was laughing too. We cut Jo's Bday cake it was vanilla cake with fruit. It was NICE. I got a second helping XD We hung out at Jo's room. She had more posters than she did last year. The reason I don't paste posters on my walls, other than the fact because my mom won't let me, is because that I 'll start talking to them like I do in Chels house. And Jo had this really nice poster of Pete posing. We fooled around, listening to music. Then Cel left first. then Chels continued to look in every thing Jo had on her shelf while I tried to pull it away. Then blah blah blah a lot of funny stuff I can't remember. Then Chels mum sent me to NOVENA MRT! As usual no one ever knows their way around Bishan. So again I got sent to NOVENA and took the MRT home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday Cel, Yoko and I went out. We ate KFC and then we went to That new shop. And I was like 'what new shop?' and Yoko was like 'the new shop is called THAT NEW SHOP!' AND THEN I GOT IT. We watch The Game Plan. I was watching it for the second time. AND IT WAS EVEN FUNNIER THE 2ND TIME! I don't know Cel says its because you notice the little details. And I'll start laughing before the funny stuff happens. I think I annoyed Yoko hehehe &gt;&lt;. The we met Milly outside. She was wearing her PREFECTS UNIFORM.Diao she had a Prefects meeting. We went to Taka and watch the Subaru contest for a while. Three girls, One guy. I don't get it. The one guy should win already. Went in and fooled around in the market. Then I went home on the MRT again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There a post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I noticed that Irealle HAVE been a Backstreet Boy fan since I was little. I knew ALL OF THEIR SONGS! And they looked so funny last time. And it looked as if they did a video for all their songs! LOL! I like them now better though I don't know all their songs from their latest and their last album in 2005. I like singing Inconsolable! And Incomplete!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chelsey and Shanice [Outside friend] won the MCR contest and they're BOTH gonna meet MCR in the FLESH! And they have higher chances of kidnapping Bob! Gen you can steal 'em when they're distracting the other boys. And I can't believe the two were on the phone WITHOUT ME! &gt;:-&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jovanna had already went back to Jakarta. I can't believe I actually was on the computer before her depature and when she just ate lunch at KFC. And her dad cut off the CABLE! WTF?! But at least she'll be online everyday. Too bad she admits she's a loser with no friends. Well actually I told her to say that. Beacuse she hates all her Jak friends. And they're all having exams now. SUCKERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR LIME SONIC THIS SATURDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANK YOU JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to Johor on Sunday &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad not home from Phuket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-7630124262305682590?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/7630124262305682590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=7630124262305682590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7630124262305682590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7630124262305682590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/11/aaaaaah.html' title='AAAAAAH'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4007204608308711890</id><published>2007-10-21T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:34:52.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY AWESOME WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>HAHA!SUCKERS!I SKIPPED SCHOOL!I'M A BAD GIRL!MUAHAHA!Aaanyway...My mum told me to skip school today.Really I'M NOT KIDDINGShe said I looked tired.Who cares about the exam papers?It's the overall she wants to know.Anyway I should know I'm not passing any end years.I got to know I'm not failing malay.Whoop-Dee-Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh my hand husrts.I must've slept on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH MY WEEKEND WAS F-ING AWESOME!Friday we went to the last show on JewelFest at Takashimaya.OH MY GOD THAT SHOW WAS HORRIBLY FUNNY!There were MODERN DANCERS THAT SUCKED I TELL YA!They had Tattoo's in pure gold and stuff.I just can't explain it because i was UTTERLY HORRIBLE TO THE CORE!The guys weren't hot.The girls were okay.THANK GOD AUNTY LIZ HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!It was all Cupid Jewels show.Something wrong up there I suppose.Unbelievable.It was like some circus/sacrifice tribal show.I seriously don't want to remember it.But I can't because it was too F-ING FUNNY!Yoko thought the guy with long hair could be an Edward.PSHT!He wasn't.The other guy with short hair had his hair like...like...Well it looked like it had electric shock.AND WHAT THE F?THE DANCERS CAME BACK AND THEY DIDN'T FREAKING WEIRD MOVES.The Thai hooker,The Fauxhawk weirdo and the young and prety but still weird.DON'T WANNA KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Aunty Liz,Chels,Yoko and I went to eat at Seoul Garden.CHICKEEENHaha.It was nice.TYWent back to Chels place.Watched TV.TAI TV to be exact.I can;t believe how they're SOOOO FUNNY!We watched some parts of TAI TV Season 1.When the quality wasn't to good.AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep.Woke up at 6.30 am with a PUNCH IN MY HEAD!Seriously hurts...I went to the toilet.Felt good.Uh...tmi...I stayed awake listening to music all morning all the way till 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered.Got ready to go Parkway Parade.We had breakfast at YAKKUN.Or whatever the hell is the name.OH MY GOD I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE HAVING BREAKFAST WITH BOBBY.He's like THE HOTTEST MODEL!!!!!!!!He's born in Italy but full-time American.He has gorgeous eyes too.It's so sparkly,it's brown.He's 31.T_T he looks too good to be old.They were talking about Geys,Les,Marriage,Chelsey's future.Sex,9/11,and the horrible Friday show.When we were talking about the intimate stuff,In the middle of it he looked at Chels then me and he was like,"Didn't expect Saturday mornings just watching cartoons huh?"Oh my GOD!That was so funny.He even made fun of the show and was like,"hey maybe I should do that too!"When he did it it was HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTToo bad he had to go then to do his hair and make-up.We should hang out more often ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was DEFINITELY GOOD!The models were awesome!Except for one of the bitchy ones.But all of them were damn good!I love the burgundy dressed girls.The brown/gold dressed ones are quite okay.Bobby had to just carry 7 signs that saydGoldheartSoo KeePoh HengLee HwaD'MeysonThe Jewelry ShopCitigemsThose black sign boards that Chels and I ran up and down just to get them at some chaepo stationary shop.It's not actually cheap but still...Oh my God HE WAS SO CUTE/HOT/HANDSOME/PRAU-FE-SHAUN-AL.Sad I dodn't have a dang camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsey was late for TaeKwonDo&lt;br /&gt;She did 5 rounds.Bruises,sores,painfull stuff.O.O I tried not to hit her.But she just annoys me.HahaWent to sleep at 2 plus.My mom let me stay over another night.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7 plus i think.Ah couldn't sleep so I read the Vampire Diaries while on the iPod&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL ITS LIKE SLEEPING WITH A WRESTLER!ROLL HERE ROLL THERE!ALAMAK! I WANT TO PUSH HER AWAY,ALSO CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;Paiin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SMS-ing Yoko,she said that's why she never goes to sleepovers...Because she does the same thing.Went off to Parkway at 1-ish waiting for YOKO.ate breafast at Burger King.Yoko took a photo of me with a cheese nugget.Seriously like chewing gum.One bite and I can pull it for a meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was 15 minutes later.Aunty Liz gave us MEDIA PASSES!So we shoved Yoko into the Media place thing.Which is beyond the Blue Barrier.She was like,"Ah!I don't wanna take the photos myself! Follow me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went in and who knew that would be the best show ever.Bobby would come over first head of the models.With the dang sign.Everytime he comes down on the runway,the first thing he will look at is Yoko's camera.Then when Yoko takes the picture then he'll move on.AAAAH!OH MY GOD!He either winks at us or holds his hat.AND OH MY GOD HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL XDDThe final he went down the runway he actuallyBLEW A KISS AT US!OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Unfortunately Yoko didn't TAKE THAT PICTURE!I was just happily grinning at him.The whole time he saw us he tries not to laugh.MAN he's good.The other models were awesome!Except the bitchy one who had that 'I'm-better-than-you-bitch' face.And the rest were great.There was one that looked like Uma ThurmanShe had great poise,And another two was mine and Yoko's favourite.The Korean girls were very professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M COMING NEXT WEEEEK!BEWARE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4007204608308711890?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4007204608308711890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4007204608308711890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4007204608308711890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4007204608308711890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahasuckersi-skipped-schoolim-bad.html' title='MY AWESOME WEEKEND'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4733425554843071345</id><published>2007-10-11T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:58:42.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE DAY HAS COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY BITCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FLOOD ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT IS MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE DAY WHEN I WAS RELEASED INTO THIS CRAZY WORLD 14 YEARS AGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's also the end of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO MORE STUDIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAKE THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LIVED THROUGH THE WHOLE YEAR OF SECONDARY 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JEWELFEST ROCKED MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a 'Crew Member'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll tell more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But now it's Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY mum doesn't know I'm using the computer O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY DAD GOT ME THE NEW VERSION OF iPOD NANO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ONE THAT CAN PLAY VIDEOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND THIS ONE HAS GAMES IN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOOPS...Gotta JET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4733425554843071345?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-4656874153486991499</id><published>2007-10-04T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T05:23:17.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCTOBER BABIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 MORE DAYS PEOPLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG there are like SO MANY OCTOBER BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my/brother's friends were on 1st and 2nd Oct.&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS MADDIE'S!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADDEH!&lt;br /&gt;AND also Aiko's BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Today is like soembody's birthday in school and MY COUSINS BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I have another two friends who's birthday is on both days after mine.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPDEEDOO!&lt;br /&gt;The best part is,any present they get is already satisfying enough!&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;My mum and my dad owes me 2 presents.&lt;br /&gt;EACH!&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much think Joeh and Chels got mine covered.&lt;br /&gt;[WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SINGFEST!]&lt;br /&gt;Laptop...please?&lt;br /&gt;OR MORE LIKE PRINTER!&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAD A PRINTER/SCANNER/PHOTOCOPY MACHINE IN MY LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD BE HAPPIER!&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN SERIOUSLY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;I know I've already a camera but SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;I want to PRINT THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;ASSIGNMENTS ARE NUMBER 1 REASON!&lt;br /&gt;Then there's pictures...&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;E-mails...&lt;br /&gt;Stuff...&lt;br /&gt;UGH! why can't I take those stacks of old printers that are CLUTTERING at the back of the&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY COMPUTER LAB!&lt;br /&gt;I mean they're not even planning to use it!&lt;br /&gt;What are they gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;SELL OF 'EM FOR PARTS?&lt;br /&gt;MONEY-FACED SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;So rich still asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SOME FREAKING BEGGARS!&lt;br /&gt;There's already a GYM in the basement/The Space.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys haven't notice that there is actually two rooms.&lt;br /&gt;The first door is actually a gym.&lt;br /&gt;LOL UNDERGROUND GYM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dad coming back from Phuket on 11th.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of exams.&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM!!&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WE DESERVE AFTER 1 CRAZY YEAR OF SECONDARY LEVEL 2!&lt;br /&gt;But now that I think of it it's like.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG!&lt;br /&gt;"I JUST WENT THROUGH 1 WHOLE YEAR OF MY LIFE!AND I SUVIVED!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SURVIVE!"&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps off school*&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Anthony:You're SUSPENDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIAO!&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the YEAR! WHO CARES?!&lt;br /&gt;Having Japanese Classes as my Post-Exam.&lt;br /&gt;At least I can sleep during the lesson if it's really boring.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do blood-pumping activities.&lt;br /&gt;Or even activities that require self-involvement.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to have activities woth you Joeh,I just don't wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I'M SO DARN LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fasting.&lt;br /&gt;Got the woman thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;TMI&lt;br /&gt;LOLIFY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4656874153486991499?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4656874153486991499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4656874153486991499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4656874153486991499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4656874153486991499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-babies.html' title='OCTOBER BABIES'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-7429043091730711990</id><published>2007-10-03T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T04:23:50.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG</title><content type='html'>ZOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL A FAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known.&lt;br /&gt;Well in fact I did know but they make it seem so REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the celebrities are FAKE on LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway it's fun to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Actually here's the THING from "MUST BE POP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reached this page via a link from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/"&gt;www.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The "celebrity" whose journal you read IS NOT THE ACTUAL CELEBRITY. The author/maintainer of that journal is a participant in a role playing game (RPG) where people portray adults in the entertainment industry (music, movies, TV, theater), adults in professional sports, child stars, children of famous parents, other relatives, friends, etc. of famous people, agents, managers, and other entertainment industry professionals, royalties, politicians, and socialites.&lt;br /&gt;The journal is produced and written by a fan and is meant for entertainment purposes only. The thoughts contained in the journal are not those of the celebrity, nor are they meant to represent the actual thoughts, actions, lifestyle or image of the celebrity. They are a fictional interpretation and not meant in any way to be an accurate depiction. They are absolutely false and based on a public image, and are not meant to reflect the person's private life. No harm, misrepresentation, libel, malice or copyright infringement is intended. At no time is this meant to be construed as reality. We have no idea what we're talking about. We have no connections to the celebrity. We have no inside knowledge. This is a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;We believe that these journals are in no way &lt;a href="http://usinfo.state.gov/products/pubs/press/press08.htm"&gt;libellous&lt;/a&gt; as there is no malicious intent, and no intent to misinform fellow roleplayers or anyone who may read the journal. We also believe that this constitutes "fair use" under section 107 of the &lt;a href="http://www4.law.cornell.edu/uscode/17/107.html"&gt;US Copyright Law&lt;/a&gt;. These journals are nonprofit and meant as a commentary on a public image and not meant to use that public image for any personal gain.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not contact us asking if we are the real celebrity. Each participant will direct you back to this page.&lt;br /&gt;Also know that these journals may contain adult content. We suggest you be 18 or at the age of legal consent in your state to read them. If you're going to join the RPG, be mindful of the fact that the chat rooms and Instant Messages also contain adult content and it is not recommended for underage participants.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions about this, please send an email to &lt;a href="mailto:reaching_mbp@yahoo.com"&gt;reaching_mbp@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short. To the point. Read it. Know it. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys real? Are you really the real celebrities?No. Some of these celebrities keep journals on their official homepages, others don't have the inclination or time to keep an online journal at all. We don't even know them, and we know nothing of their personal or private lives. Anything we say in these journals is just fun, fantasy and speculation based on the public personnas of these people. Do not believe anything that is written in the journals within the Must Be Pop Role-Playing Game.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have so many of them as gay?We don't know the sexual orientations of these people. We aren't trying to say that they are gay in real life. We don't know if they're gay in real life. Many of us, however, are into slash. Slash is homoerotic fan fiction that portrays sexual and romantic relationships between two or more people of the same gender. None of us around here think that being gay is such a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;What if I want to leave a nasty message in your journal telling you that I think what you're doing is wrong?Don't. Most of us have disabled anonymous posters. Even if you do it through your LiveJournal account, we'll likely either delete your message or mock you. You're wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you guys have lives or anything better to do other than sit around pretending you're pop stars and actors?No.&lt;br /&gt;What if I want to play?Then go ahead and play. The rules of the game are very basic and can be found &lt;a href="http://www.mustbepop.net/rules.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You'll need a LiveJournal, an icon and a willingness to work and play well with others. Find a celebrity who is not yet in our game, create a journal, post an update and THEN register by leaving a comment to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/enter_mbp/"&gt;the first entry here&lt;/a&gt;. You will get a comment back within 24 hours, to let you know that your registration has been processed.&lt;br /&gt;Important: LJ Abuse asks for fake celebrity journals to have "appropriate disclaimers." That means: - http://www.geocities.com/must_be_pop2001 needs to be your home page,- you must have a disclaimer statement in your user information (example: "This journal is fake and not written by the real celebrity.")- there has to be a disclaimer or link to an outside disclaimer on each of your LJ entries. The easiest way to comply is to add the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/must_be_pop2001/disclaimer.html"&gt;code&lt;/a&gt; to your journal overrides.&lt;br /&gt;Some journals are started and then the people who started them lose interest and want to hand them over to someone else. These journals are listed in a community called faker_adoptions. You can head over there to see if any existing journals are up for grabs. If you don't know who to play, go have a look at the suggestion list in our suggestion community called mbp_suggest.&lt;br /&gt;What if I want to play a celebrity who's already there?Too late. We work on a system of first dibs: the first to register is the official MBP impersonation. If another person registered first, you have to find someone else to play. There are still lots of options and lots of people connected to the current Must Be Pop stars who haven't been taken yet.&lt;br /&gt;How do I get into the must_be_pop community?First of all, you must be an official impersonation in the MBP universe. That means you must be registered. You also must have all the required disclaimers, at least three entries in your journal and one week of seniority (we go by the information in the full user information). If you are on the masterlist with an appropriately disclaimered journal that is over a week old and has more than three entries, then go to the must_be_pop user information and apply for membership to the community by clicking the "To join this community, click here"-link. New members get added every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But there's no one good LEFT! *stomps foot and whines*There are tons of great celebrities left. Turn on the radio and television. Look through magazines, yellowpress, record stores, and imdb. Surf the net. Go to mbp_suggest and faker_adoptions. Think out of the box of Top 40-music and the three biggest blockbusters of the season.&lt;br /&gt;Anything else?This is very important to know: We have a "dead journal" guideline. If your journal isn't updated for six weeks, your celebrity is considered up for grabs. This is because it's frustrating for people who do update to play around someone who is never there, and it's also frustrating for someone who wants to play your character and devote themselves to it to see the journal sit there not being updated. Six weeks should be lots of time for you to think of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;By the same token: if you want to play a celebrity who is listed on the masterlist, but whose journal has not been updated in 6 weeks or longer, you are free to create a new journal for that celebrity. Don't forget to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/enter_mbp/288.html?mode=reply"&gt;register&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's also not advised to go out of character any more than absolutely necessary.Anonymity is your friend. Do not give away your real life information! This is the internet - you never know who is on the other end of the line. Besides, this is a lot more fun when we don't know the person behind the pixels. Also, keep in mind that what happens in character isn't serious. We bicker, we hook up and we make love and war. None of us take it personally.Do not give out your password(s)! If you give someone your password, they can do whatever they want with your account. If you want to keep power over your account, keep your password a secret. LJ is really stressing the importance of secure passwords, and so are we.&lt;br /&gt;There are some more rules and guidelines on the main site. For questions and comments, email &lt;a href="mailto:reaching_mbp@yahoo.com"&gt;reaching_mbp@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-7429043091730711990?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/7429043091730711990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=7429043091730711990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7429043091730711990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7429043091730711990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/10/zomg.html' title='ZOMG'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-7810351817452986699</id><published>2007-10-02T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:09:34.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICKER</title><content type='html'>AAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BREATHE!&lt;br /&gt;Nose...BLOCKED&lt;br /&gt;Dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.OPEN MOUTH SLIGHTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.IN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.OUT DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Repeat until nose is okay and cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Remeber to keep all hands and feet in the vehicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PINK CHERRY-FLAVOURED PANADOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I DOWAN WHITE CAPSULES!&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAAAAYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-7810351817452986699?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/7810351817452986699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=7810351817452986699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7810351817452986699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7810351817452986699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/10/sicker.html' title='SICKER'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-1396392182513725076</id><published>2007-09-30T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:43:21.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEBBIES</title><content type='html'>OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;Been a little active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/myesha"&gt;www.friendster.com/myesha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/riahz"&gt;www.myspace.com/riahz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVEJOURNAL&lt;br /&gt;http://&lt;a href="http://www.muh-rye-uh.livejournal.com/"&gt;muh-rye-uh.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so...just so you know Livejournal is more of my music journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-1396392182513725076?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/1396392182513725076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=1396392182513725076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1396392182513725076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1396392182513725076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/webbies.html' title='WEBBIES'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-5866357537236669594</id><published>2007-09-29T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:34:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Girl - MMV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/I7ZF50uJP4s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/I7ZF50uJP4s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA! This is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Tempting me to make one.&lt;br /&gt;I was working on Hey there Delilah...&lt;br /&gt;Until my dad reformatted the computer.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL DOWNLOAD AND MAKE MMV'S AS MY CAREER!&lt;br /&gt;Must download BANNEDSTORY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-5866357537236669594?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/5866357537236669594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=5866357537236669594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5866357537236669594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5866357537236669594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-girl-mmv.html' title='Just The Girl - MMV'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-672000975933973451</id><published>2007-09-29T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T06:22:13.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIKE OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I changed it lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIRD time changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a nice one before the Masquerade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid Darkiie and Liz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This isn't from Blogskins.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So not much people using his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's pretty purtty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY HARI RAYA CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;My mum let me wear my white skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wearing it with my new Blue top.&lt;br /&gt;And my shoes which are black and white.&lt;br /&gt;And the black bag I stole from my Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS GOING TO THROW IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;LOL! There was a whole bag of it.&lt;br /&gt;The other one is red.&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUNFUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GET OFF MY CASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-672000975933973451?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/672000975933973451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=672000975933973451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/672000975933973451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/672000975933973451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/rawr.html' title='RAWR!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-1772930135946193356</id><published>2007-09-28T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:14:55.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONCERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rv0K_rFeAoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5oyKf-Mg7Co/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115256840776450690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rv0K_rFeAoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5oyKf-Mg7Co/s320/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rv0I1rFeAnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qeiH2fiIs7Y/s1600-h/Pete.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115254469954503282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rv0I1rFeAnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qeiH2fiIs7Y/s320/Pete.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still not over the fact that I MET FALL OUT BOY! Oh God of Rock and everything else. Thank you for theopportunity. Believe or not I talk to them. Don't believe OK! Because I son't want you too XDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SingFest another one. DUDE THREE DECAYDANCE/FUELEDBYRAMEN RECORD BANDS CAME TO FRIGGIN SINGAPORE! OH GOD! I could have an Org*** just by looking AND hearing them live. GOD! You give us people the greatest gifts sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture of me and Chesey with FOB never fails to turn back my mind into the time of PURE ANTICIPATION AND JUST PLAIN OH MY GOD's. [Picture available in my Friendster or Myspace ;)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fueled By Ramen/ Decay Dance Records&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Academy Is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Hush Sound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paramour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lifetime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Cab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EACH band with the different talent. Their voices has the special sense to your ear's appeal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heaven has sprinkled itself upon us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-1772930135946193356?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/1772930135946193356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=1772930135946193356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1772930135946193356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1772930135946193356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/concert.html' title='CONCERT'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rv0K_rFeAoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5oyKf-Mg7Co/s72-c/PICT0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-1295622093367873232</id><published>2007-09-28T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T06:44:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MITSUKI IS A PROUD MOTHER OF&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THREE BEAUTIFUL BABY KITTENS! I STILL DON'T KNOW THEIR SEXES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GEN AND CEL CAME TO MY HOUSE TODAY! 1st time for Gen and 2nd for Cel.&lt;br /&gt;After that I just feel like inviting all of the baka's to my house. I'm juts a bad host that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Mitsuki gave birth underneath my mum's BED in a BLOODY PLASTIC BAG! And she still refuses to come out of it. Dried bloodstains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FUCK my assholic brother claims the greay one is his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GEN'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lah asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BAKA'S HAVE APPRENTICE'S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO FIND ANOTHER CAT TO CLAIM MICHELLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU'RE TO LATE ADELAINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ginger--&gt; Ginger Rogers [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Mum's dream name for a ginger cat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grey--&gt; Taby Gen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Sorry Gen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;White--&gt; PUTIH Comel! Aw! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Putih means white, Comel means cute by the way]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Putih so much!At the KK Hospital where me, Cel and occasionally Chan would play with it and the other cats. Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aww! THEY'RE MEOWING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LONG LIVE THE BAKA'S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LET'S MAKE IT FAMOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND AUNTY STEF SHALL BE OUR PERSONAL CHEF/MANAGER/ACCOUNTANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams suck by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think you'd care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-1295622093367873232?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/1295622093367873232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=1295622093367873232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1295622093367873232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1295622093367873232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/baby-kitties.html' title='Baby Kitties'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-7480497190223166529</id><published>2007-09-28T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T06:06:11.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete Wentz Random Questions</title><content type='html'>NOTE: THE ANSWERS THAT ARE IN BRACKETS ARE PETE WENTZ ANSWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: Mariah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astrological sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicknames: Ria,Mar/s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occupation: Student,Imaginary;writter,singer,artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake: Uhm?&lt;br /&gt;[i blew a lot more than candles. wink.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys/Girls/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?: i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you been in REAL love with?: [i dunno if it was real before it would have lasted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you kissed?: Mum?Dad?&lt;br /&gt;[i'm sorry i can't count that high]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?:&lt;br /&gt;[no not even once and never will. patrick whines about it so i just give him a handjob instead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you dated?: Uhm, everyday during lessons in Primary school, does it count?&lt;br /&gt;[check the fob messageboards for a full report]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you look for in a guy/girl?: Someone pretty much like Pete,personality and looks&lt;br /&gt;[i already found more than i was looking for]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?: Same here&lt;br /&gt;[brains lips hips eyes and thighs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of guy/girl do you usually go for?: Fun,Romantic,Concerned,F-U-N!&lt;br /&gt;[i don't have a specific type]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush right now?: it's crushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so who is it?: lips sealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?: GOD Pete you're such a FAGGOT!&lt;br /&gt;[no you have to walk by again especially if you've got a nice ass ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in fate?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in soul mates?: seeing is believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so do you believe you'll ever find yours?: who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you swear was written about you or your life?:Time Won't Let Me Go by The Bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most embarrassing cd you own?: I dunno,a teletubbies cd?&lt;br /&gt;[if it's embarrassing i probably gave it to dirty that man has no shame]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best cd you own?: i like too many to pick just one,Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst cd you own?: Fall Out Boy [fall out boy] {LOL!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower?:Doesn't everybody? [thats like asking if i wash myself or jerk off on stage]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song reminds you of that special someone?: Oh GOD which one reminds me of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I Name An Artist And You Give A Lyric From Any Of Their Songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink: let's get this party started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna: Hung up...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys: Backstreets back,ALRIGHT! [ and backseat girls]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles: HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo: DANCE [has had more failed engagements than me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nsync: =.=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit: gimme something to break 9z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie Orrico: WHO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed: crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears: pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera: [she's mexican like me. oh wait i'm not mexican]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem:When you're gone,we'll carry on,don't mourn rejoice everytime you hear the sound of my voice just know that,I'm looking down on your smile...&lt;br /&gt;[he's black like me. wait, fuck i keep messing this up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson: Since HE'S been gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore:UMB-E-RELLA [how about less]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly: Say it right! &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys: A womans worth&lt;br /&gt;[is it over yet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incubus: DIG&lt;br /&gt;[i'm not even filling this out right i'm just babbling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy: Expect me to put all four albums?&lt;br /&gt;[i didn't just add this one in]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straylight Run: WHO?&lt;br /&gt;[or this one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime:[ or that one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Nightmare: [definitely not this one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: [tacos. seriously] Plus PIZZA AND SPAGHETTI AND FRIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School subject:Physics,Maths,Art&lt;br /&gt;[i spend i mean spent a lot of my time studying training bras]&lt;br /&gt;GROSS PETE! JUST PLAIN GROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pair of shoes: All of mine&lt;br /&gt;[the ones i leave on the floor at night in front of your bed]&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS YOU LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor/Actress: Not Pete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Ice Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda: 100 PLUS [cherry coke]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: HARI RAYA$$ [halloween]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume/cologne: [bone daddy] Ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jello flavor: [haha what the hell] double ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: [falloutboyrock.com] LOL lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number: [yours] give me yours first :*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal:Oreo 'O's original [honey cheerios right now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedian: [myself] Himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:Ms.J. Tan and Mr.Low&lt;br /&gt;[any that slaps me with a ruler when i misbehave. wait what]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do on the weekend: [patrick] I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season: fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser/wannabe: Woser/Lannabe [stop calling me names]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts/bagels:DOH'NUT [chocolate cake milkshakes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day/night: night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked witch of the east/wicked witch of the west: [uh] Uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee/tea: [tea]OMG I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers/hotdogs: HotDAWG&lt;br /&gt;[veggieburgers] Andy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap/rock: [both]Gee what do you think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney/Christina:X'TINA [neither, ashlee simpson]SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss cheese/american cheese: american&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver/gold: gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike/Adidas: adidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds/Taco Bell: [taco bell, no question]&lt;br /&gt;Is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk/emo: [hahaha]HAHA! PEMO/EUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter/summer: summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring/fall: fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operas/plays: drama haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read/watch tv: [read]2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cd's/tapes: cds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dvd's/vhs:: dvds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old/new: new old, or old new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink/red: [pink] sure just keep thinking that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat/vegetables: CHOWTA MEATBALL [vegetables] GOD Andy is that really you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food/chinese food: [this question is racist] HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs/cats: This is sad,I can't touch dogs,Pete is allergic to cats T_T&lt;br /&gt;[dogs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pens/pencils: pens, [i don't make mistakes. just kidding]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Opinion Of The Following?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV: [where is the FOBtv] I'm waiting for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera's comeback: she had a comeback???[?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuals: [fall out boy - oh wait this isn't word association]&lt;br /&gt;Aww thats so cool ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-racial relationships: [ask patrick haha] SINGAPORE!!!:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics: [that's too broad i could keep going for hours. trust me.]&lt;br /&gt;So would Zan but I don't mind listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney's boobs: [patrick's are nicer] FUGLY!BOTH OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooned anyone: Mooned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a diet: WHY? [yes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a foreign country: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed a tooth/cap/filling: [i have plenty of teeth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in a fight: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you peed your pants: [yes]yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about killing your enemy: [nah] Why not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told a secret you swore not to tell:[ no] PFFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: [yes]YOU DID STEAL IT LAST SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misused a swear word and it sounded absolutely stupid: [every night]&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV: [yes]NO DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on the radio:[ yes] pshht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh pit: [yes] YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a concert: [no i mean wait yes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends: Yeah [currently am] UGH! CHEATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it makes you cry: [currently do] YOU DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law:Yeah [lolz oh no]WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a rodeo: [yee haw]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a talk show: [i'm not even taking this seriously]Only during Tution class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a game show: [ding] dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on an airplane: [no but i've been in one] WHOOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked a friend for relationship advice: [yes] What's wrong with ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a friend steal your crush:[ yep]join the club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasted pumpkin seeds: [i'm sxe....]WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted suicide: [thought about it]&lt;i&gt;I'LL BE THERE TO CATCH YOU WHEN YOU FALL!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Think Of When You Hear These Common Names?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: [skellington]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: waiting .. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria:- H AIYESHA, HERTOGH! [shryver i can't spell]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: kidman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: lazzara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: [that fucking dude from myspace] You F-ED HIM? OH YUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: Travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: NG?TAN? [nothing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: I lost it -$-[beckett]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: [portman]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: [wheeler]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: [hanson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in aliens: [yes] Shh...O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any hidden talents: [if i told you they wouldn't be hidden, right?] Why so K-PO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be: release the bats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the scariest movie you've ever seen: release the bats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the dumbest movie you've ever seen: release the bats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive: [yes badly i ran over a trashcan before haha :(] ]&lt;br /&gt;=.= Only YOU could be THAT dong-dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever sky dive: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dishwasher in your kitchen: [my mom does] I DON'T HAVE ONE T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like chocolate: [i am chocolate ;)] Yummy ;*x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/what is on your 2005 calendar:[ dates] MY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Halloween costume you ever wore: [i outdo myself every year]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you carry any weapons on you: [my heart lolz]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you can't get enough of: [restraint] --Restraint from YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a trendy person: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an artistic person: [kind of]Are you kidding?PHSYEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a realistic person?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you un-tie your shoes every time you take them off: [no] no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to e-mail you: [my mom] Momma's boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest accomplishment: [waking up every day] Going to sleep after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair naturally: [black] Smexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge would they call it FED UP: [no they'd call it a monopoly and get sued by the government] Good one, no really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite phrase: [boo and yah] What the shit sial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the anwers are actually from Pete Wentz,THE ONES IN BRACKETS! His answers are so damn funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-7480497190223166529?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/7480497190223166529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=7480497190223166529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7480497190223166529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7480497190223166529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/note-answers-that-are-in-brackets-are.html' title='Pete Wentz Random Questions'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-5308047959377172781</id><published>2007-09-04T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:27:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postponed</title><content type='html'>Dudettes!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;My mum decided to change to the 5.30 PM coach.&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf. I woke up at 4 to shower D=&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I was like,"I hate you people...ZZZZZZZ"&lt;br /&gt;So slept till like 8am.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm Myspace-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I'M HIGH ON MYSPACE.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later when I FELL like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-5308047959377172781?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/5308047959377172781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=5308047959377172781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5308047959377172781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5308047959377172781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/postponed.html' title='Postponed'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-3022355136650034731</id><published>2007-09-04T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T06:07:15.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL!</title><content type='html'>DUUUUUDES!&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO KL AT 5.30 FREAKIN' AM!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WHAT THE BLAHH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding a coach with my brother and grandmaw...&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPDEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm high up on Myspace! Check it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/riahz"&gt;www.myspace.com/riahz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry guys my cousins house if BIG and fully equiped.&lt;br /&gt;I hope O.O&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be online but not so much, but i hope they do have it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like these cousins.&lt;br /&gt;thye're 3 little monsters that always fight with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;They just came back from Holland though.&lt;br /&gt;Their step dad lives there.&lt;br /&gt;See...rich...unlike me...going through fucking problems. MAN I hate my parents...&lt;br /&gt;But anyway most of you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Just cel,Yoko,Gen,Chels....and my cat...&lt;br /&gt;Shh...&lt;br /&gt;I HEART AUNTY STEF'S BROWNIE COOKIES!&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL BOW BEFORE AUNTY STEF AND BEG FOR MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just wait for Gen to get an OVEN!XD&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-3022355136650034731?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/3022355136650034731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=3022355136650034731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/3022355136650034731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/3022355136650034731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/kl.html' title='KL!'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4697851065590996178</id><published>2007-09-01T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T03:01:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just HAD to do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;THE ARMY OF GUYS WHO STOLE HEARTS AND MELTED THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x276/myers_1990/Pete%20Wentz/pete_wentz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x276/myers_1990/Pete%20Wentz/petah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x276/myers_1990/Pete%20Wentz/PeteWentzShirtless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x276/myers_1990/Pete%20Wentz/pw18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Ryan Ross III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/Emo_kid24/Ryan%20Ross/ryan.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/Emo_kid24/Ryan%20Ross/ryan4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s219/luvmeimemo/Ryan%20Ross/b1df98b2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s219/luvmeimemo/Ryan%20Ross/14ad0ec1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer James Smith V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtktng5lJNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/npI72EWrz-0/s1600-h/spencer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105161809470760146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtktng5lJNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/npI72EWrz-0/s320/spencer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtkucw5lJOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y6Aj8LxUXFY/s1600-h/spencer1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105162724298794210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtkucw5lJOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y6Aj8LxUXFY/s320/spencer1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RtkuuA5lJPI/AAAAAAAAACE/xJalslshj2c/s1600-h/spencer2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105163020651537650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RtkuuA5lJPI/AAAAAAAAACE/xJalslshj2c/s320/spencer2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RtkvWQ5lJQI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pl_3gg678eo/s1600-h/spencer3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105163712141272322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RtkvWQ5lJQI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pl_3gg678eo/s320/spencer3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took those myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon Boyd Urie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t132/pumpkincookie/Brendon%20Urie/27.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q51/fauxaffliction__Xx/Brendon%20Urie/001-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t132/pumpkincookie/Brendon%20Urie/16.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q51/fauxaffliction__Xx/Brendon%20Urie/2rgmczq.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel Eduardo Saporta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtkv8Q5lJRI/AAAAAAAAACU/LAevdIoCDQ8/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105164364976301330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtkv8Q5lJRI/AAAAAAAAACU/LAevdIoCDQ8/s320/PICT0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u268/Tanney28/Hott%20Guys/Gabe%20Saporta/gabesaporta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RtkwsA5lJSI/AAAAAAAAACc/UubZP_Da8N8/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105165185315054882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/RtkwsA5lJSI/AAAAAAAAACc/UubZP_Da8N8/s320/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtkw_A5lJTI/AAAAAAAAACk/ibJmor_m4z4/s1600-h/gabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105165511732569394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Rtkw_A5lJTI/AAAAAAAAACk/ibJmor_m4z4/s320/gabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerard Arthur Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/Emo_kid24/Gerard%20Way/relaxing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x247/FrAnKxiErOxLOv3x33/gerard%20way/gerard_way--large-msg-115699539412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z284/_the-cookie_monster-/Gerard%20Way/thgerard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z82/mugglewitch29/oguri%20shun/03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/38021843-4697851065590996178?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4697851065590996178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4697851065590996178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4697851065590996178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4697851065590996178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-had-to-do-this.html' title='I just HAD to do this'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x276/myers_1990/Pete%20Wentz/th_pete_wentz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-4658535702225282074</id><published>2007-09-01T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:07:27.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YHLPjEQL0A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YHLPjEQL0A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Panic! at the Disco's opening song on August 25, 2006 at the Reading Festival, an unknown audience member threw a bottle at the stage, which struck and temporarily knocked out Brendon Urie, forcing the band to stop playing. After some minutes, he got back up and shouted to the crowd, "You can't take me out! Let's see how well you guys do with my left side," and continued with the same song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking drunk assholes throwing bottles at amazing famous people. If you hate them so much well you're the WRONG time to watch them. Accident? Well who asked you to throw it in the first place. Good ol' Brendon actually got up and sing again even though he like had a cut under his eye. If you heard the part when he JUST got hit and he fainted, his voice was still good. But it made me feel much pity for him. I might be taking this a little too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4658535702225282074?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4658535702225282074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4658535702225282074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4658535702225282074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4658535702225282074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/09/during-panic-at-discos-opening-song-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-6155160794112691213</id><published>2007-08-27T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T05:52:46.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGFEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;SINGFEST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm...SingFest...Where do I even begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can I start with an 'ITS ALL ROUND AWESOME AND NOTHING BEATS THAT!' Even Fall Out Boy couldn't beat that! EVERYONE WAS SUPER SATISFIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I met Jovanna[a.k.a Joeh] at Coro and she was in designer clothing but whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we went to Chelsey's house and Ethel came after that. Chian got us Mac's and they we all left with Auntie Liz. Then we picked up Dwi and went off to Fort Canning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Met Joanna[Jo] at the entrance with her...Aunts and cousins [Nicole was still in development, but you didn't have to know that] and they've got press passes [Pink Wristbands] while we all had green wrist bands. When we went in, the grown-UPS went to the back to lay out the mats and just sat there. Joeh,Chels,Ethel,Dwi and I sat at the front first, then followed by Jo. Then Dwi decided to got at the back so Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were two twins from the UK that were supposed to be DJ and there were a lot of songs they played. they got the crowd moving a lot! They played really cool remixes. Quite good actually. They were the 'Eye Candy twins' or something like that, i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FIRST BAND was a Singaporean band called The Great Spy Experiment. They're really good man! I'm so surprised! You should check out their My space for their music! www.myspace.com/thegreatspy experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Already ROCKING AWESOME MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then there's One Buck Short. I wasn't so into their music though. I've seen them in a lot of performances. The Malaysian band does have potential though. Go check out their my space, go find yourself lah. The singer was Okay today. Unlike during the FOB or the GC concert. [BTW; GC COMING IN OCTOBER! BROKE MAN!] So after rockin' out and dancing [which i did A LOT with Ethel], the next band was a Canadian band called Crowned King. They were super good too! They actually came around last year at HardRock Cafe. They sounded really good. I thought they were some local band or something but I guess not. They were the first ones to really rock it out! Check 'em out at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/crownedking"&gt;www.myspace.com/crownedking&lt;/a&gt; with their coolio music. But there was one of them who plays the trombone, too bad we couldn't actually HEAR it. The lead singer took off his jacket, he was like ,"I know y'all like my skinny ass" HAHAHA! His body was kinda PINK! Must be really cold in Canada [DUH!] after like 3 awesome songs! They left the stage and the next band was COBRA STARSHIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMG THEY WERE SO GOOD LIVE! THEY ROCK ROCK ROCK MY WORLD! And to me it was a big deal because only a few days ago I started listening to their music and thought they weren't bad. NOW I'M ITCHING TOO GO BACK THERE AND GIVE GABE A CRUSHING HUG! They sang SUPER AWESOME SONGS from their ONE AND ONLY ALBUM! Not like they have a choice. He said their 1 year anniversary is in two days, which they will be performing in JAPAN! But they wished Singapore a HAPPY NATIONAL DAY! And so did Great Spy, One Buck and Crowned said also. OMG IT WAS CRAZY! ALL MY ENERGY WENT OUT TO COBRA! I was JUMPING, DANCING AND SCREAMING LIKE CRAZY. HE WAS TOUCHING HIS *toot* Um... you didn't really need to know that... BUT THE SONGS WERE SO BEAUTIFULLY PERFORMED. THE BAND WAS SO FUNNY. Gabe was like,"The thing I like about Singapore is that, when you come down fromt he plane, or go out of a room, the first thing you feel, is that you feel hot and WET! I like that feeling, I like to be WET," then Ryland was like,"Dude, you'd be like, the wettest man in town!" [Or something like that] HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Then theres also one part where he knelt down to the crowd, of course the people start touching him. And Shanice [Joeh/My friend] she took his cap off and Gabe was like, "Dude,thats my hat!" so she put it back.Haha It was so funny. Jo's MCR HAT KEPT BLOCKING CHELSEYS CAMERA! RAWR! Oh so so good, better than OUT OF THIS WORLD! SOMEONE CALL THE ASTRONAUTS!One of their songs[Bring It(snakes on a plane)] , Sisky and William Beckett came on to SING and it was so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Next up was the ONE AND ONLY, THE ACADEMY IS..........,[no really...] haha. THEY PERFORMED EVERY SONGS WITH SO MUCH POWER! They sound WAY GOOD LIVE! Like every song that came on, me and Joeh started screaming high-pitch, probably annoyed Jo and Ethel. Heheheh, Anyway, TAI got more of the crowd PUMPED. I was dancing so much with Ethel and I JUMPED TO SCREAM AT THEM, I think he saw me, but maybe thats just me. And you know whats so HOT about that time? Not just the excellent GARDE A+ Singing. HE WAS WEARING HOT PINK UNDERWEAR! It was SO obvious and so funny. He kept bending and turning around to show it [I think]. I bet someone dared him to do it. Well, thats what Chelsey says. Oh man the songs made me even more HIGH UP and CRAZYY! Nieghbours and Big Mess and Everything we had and MANY MANY MORE GOT EVERYONE SINGING ALONG WITH DA MUSIC. One of the songs Gabe came on, I just can't remember. WHOO WHOO WHOO I COULDN'T STOP SCREAMING! But he kept moving up and down the stage. And I didn't want them to GOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;But the next band was GYM CLASS HEROES! EVRYONE WENT WILD OVER THEIR HIPPY-HOPNESS! Especially Jo and Joeh started hugging me [or was it a scream?] The band came on and prepared their instruments and Travis came up last. Jo's uncle actually interviewed their drummer at Raffles. Yeah it was SO awesome. I think Jo had an autograph from him. RAWR!!Their songs were SO WELL PERFORMED. TRAVY ROX. AND THAT GUITAR! Actually all the bands guitars were AWESOME. Gym Class was more popular than TAI and Cobra.Cupids Chokehold and Clothes Off were the only songs I know. [What kind of bloody fan am I?]. Anyway they're performance was much better. They seem a bit more pro. It was like 7-ish that time. So the lighting was Tre Fantastico. It was so PRETTY AND COLOURFUL. HAHA! SERIOUSLY!I was paying more attention to the lights!Then Chels and Jo were like, putting their hands into a shape of a heart. First Travis noticed Chelsey and he WAVED at her. She started screaming. Then he waved at Jo, then THEY started SCREAMING louder. It was so funny too. Joeh was busy trying to call her roomie who WASN'T PICKING THE PHONE UP! Too bad for her lah. Joeh was trying to take a video of it. But in turned out really bad because all you could hear was LOTS AND LOTS OF LOUD SCREAMY NOISES AND THE MIC WASN'T EVEN CLEAR.Too bad man, she was really up close to take the video. Anyway after them I was so worn out and tired. Besides I got all of what I came for [apart from the Chels/Joeh buying ticket for me, Thanks for that*BowBowBow*]. AND plus next was AVENGED SEVENFOLD which more than a THOUSAND people were wearing A7Xs T-shirts. SO MANY that I got so sick of it.Plus, A7X is THE ULTIMATE popular one. Ethel was so crazy over M.Shadows that she wanted to scream his name all the way. MOSH PIT LOOKED FUN! But I'm lazy to join. Besides all the GOOD ones already performed. So I stayed at the back at Chelsey's mums mat, me and Joeh got some food which was super ex. And so we found super cheap CDs for sale. I might as well slap myself for not buying one! But anyway the merch also ex, 10 BUCKS FOR A HAT AND 15 FOR A SHIRT. Okay not ex for MOST people,but it is to me. I only had $15. After A7X,Jo Chels Ethel and Dwi came back. We walked/hung around for awhile. I can't quite remember what happen then onwards except that everyone else were sitting down and the Eyecandy twins were playing remixes. Shanice got ZACKY VENGEANCE's guitar pick She said Zacky was holding her hand when she fell along with the barrier. Hell yeah that was cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then um...Jo needed to pee but we didn't want to go to the PORT-O-FREAKIN-TOILET! I mean seriously EW!!!! SO GROSS! SOME PEOPLE DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE ANYWAY! So instead she and I just lay down on the mat and she took a pic of us. I wasn't smiling enough but I was too tired to even smile. Then we were laughing about something. Sigh...That moment was awesome,staring into the sky with one of your best friends. [well I didn't know what Chels was doing and Joeh left]. She and I half slept. Then the host was announcing the next performance. Jo and I were like,"Hinder,Hinder,Hinder'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then bloody goondu said NOISETTES. GOD THEY WERE SO HORRIBLE. I mean okay lah the guitarist sounded fine. BUT THE SINGER WAS SHRIEKING! Man they SUCKED. Seriouslyyy!! That's when we decided to leave. But Jo stayed with her Aunt. Man the last thing I heard from there was the singer singing YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now for next years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEPENDS ON WHO OR WHAT AND WHEN ITS COMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There FINALLY! MY DAMN POST! Sheesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-6155160794112691213?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/6155160794112691213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=6155160794112691213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6155160794112691213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6155160794112691213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/08/singfest.html' title='SINGFEST'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-2361786680782467775</id><published>2007-07-28T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:03:04.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopard</title><content type='html'>I've been looking around the net. I remembered about this documentary on Channel New Asia [Yes, people...The News] and I remembered I watched about this company called CHOPARD. I was SO amazed at the amount of beauty and craftmanship put into their products. It was so elegant yet bold. Sparkly, shiny, breathtaking. EXPENSIVE. They sometimes give it too celebrities as a form of trophy and awards. Originated from a french person [go find out yourself]. Now it has gone International. I found one original outlet in Singapore in Ngee Ann City. It was incredible. The diamonds were BLINDING my already short sighted eyes. Go see for yourself these incredible creations,www.chopard.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f217/andypkf/Chopard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m233/MayretDLT/chopardwoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/designermarque/Prestige%20Watches/Chopard/chopard915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/Shayna-Marie/Random%20pics/.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x242/madd06192007/fashion/jewelry/4170ba2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-2361786680782467775?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/2361786680782467775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=2361786680782467775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2361786680782467775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2361786680782467775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/07/chopard.html' title='Chopard'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-2367717968481363612</id><published>2007-07-27T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T05:57:12.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Learning Style: Idealistic and Flexible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/isfp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy learning anything that can help others... from making the world more beautiful to saving lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmental Science &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forestry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veterinary Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all exactly what I want to do. Except for nursing and vetenary medicine. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ALL THE THINGS ON THE LIST!!!! WHY CAN'T I JUST MAKE UP MY MIND!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;My IQ is around 97.&lt;br /&gt;An average person has an IQ of between 90 to 115.&lt;br /&gt;Highest was 200. I forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY AH??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momoko Suzuki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-2367717968481363612?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/2367717968481363612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=2367717968481363612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2367717968481363612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2367717968481363612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-learning-style-idealistic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4779019948746432441</id><published>2007-07-21T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T04:36:53.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin</title><content type='html'>Hey guys new blog skin. Sorry it's pink. But I thought it was cool. The music sounds sad doesn't it? Pretty music! ha ha. Miss JO to the max. Well at home I do. But at school I'm too distracted by everything else to be distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late and I woke up at 6.15am instead of 5am.SO of course I was schocked so i quickly changed and grabbed a bite. And when i was in the kitchen,I found my mum half awake on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Mum I need money to take taxi!&lt;br /&gt;Mum:[slowly/sleepy]Oh why don't you take a taxi to school...&lt;br /&gt;Me:=.= yeah can i have money?&lt;br /&gt;Mum:Can I give you money for the taxi?&lt;br /&gt;Me:=.=""""" Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hurried down and took 10 minutes for a DAMN TAXI!&lt;br /&gt;I ended up being 2 minutes late anyway because the stupid driver took the LONGER WAY.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hong Kong exchange girls came to school today. There were 2 in my class. One was Alfie [or Alfee?] whose host was Rini. And the other was Rachel whose host was Michelle Ng. I got a tiny bit closer to Rachel. She's nice and tiny bit funny and was really good during art lesson. But Alfie was really pretty.And she &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school I had to go to the PAS [Performing Arts Studio] for 'Make-Up experimenting session' for the Fire Skit[which was on Wednesday]. You know how much I hate make-up right? So I spent like one hour there with Mrs Teo doing my face. It wasn't too bad actually. At least I had Elizabeth and Tabi to talk to there. HA HA. It felt nice when she put on my make-up for me. It's relaxing for the things to be poking your face. Until it was the part of the eye-liner. Man i couldn't stand for someone to do it for me. IT HURTS MY EYE! She did one eye and i was trying to stay still. So i told her I'd do the other eye. I didn't look bad. But still i hate make-up. The moment i left the PAS, Gen and Cel just HAPPENED to be there waiting for me and i was like AAH!!! And they were trying to not laugh at me. Gen kept saying i looked old. But that was the POINT of the make-up. To help me look like a MOTHER! But i still hate it. I only like make-up if it REALLY DOES make me look good. Which SELDOM happens. After that i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass stretch was SO FREAKING' BORING AS USUAL! Poor Hong Kong girls. But they're PE attire was nice though. AFTER LUNCH AH...WHAH...WANT TO SLAP THAT FUCKING' MS NG'S FACE LAH! I told her that I won't be able to go to the stupid Science enrichment dunno what shit because I had the Fire Skit competition the next day...then she was all "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?! DO YOU THINK I'M SO FREE TO ARRANGE ALL THIS THINGS FOR YOU? YOU THINK I CAN DO THIS ALL FOR YOU ONLY RIGHT? GO CALL MICHELLE AND CHELSEY DOWN NOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukie thinks its her fault because she told me to tell her. But I said it totally wasn't. I mean,if I hadn't told her at all she'd be even more angrier right? So I called them down, but they were coming out anyway. I can't remember hat else she said but I remembered she said, "So you shall do CWO as your punishment, UNDERSTOOD?"&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah Blah and done we went off. I went up to the theaterette with Michelle and Rachel first while Chels and Liz Tan bought something. Mrs Boey was just handing out this thank you letters and I forgot about it and left it there. But I remembered some thing about me blooming into a great actress. And that it's great working with me :) [Mine was the only one with a smiley face.Ha ha:)] And so on...3 hours of rehearsals and Joy did great. Ms Noraini was there and she gave some comments that I forgot what they were. And after that I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACIAL HARMONY DAY. It was so fun. Well for me I guess. First there were a lot of people who wore costume. Yoko, Gen and Milly did. Yoko wore a Malay costume. Gen wore an Indian costume. I forgot about Milly. Or forgot if she was even wearing a traditional costume. But the school looked more colourful anyway. Most people were complaining though. The night before, all of us didn't know what to wear if we're not wearing ethnic costume. There were people saying 'Wear house shirts' and 'Wear uniform'. So we didn't know which to believe. So i came in both. I looked like a cross between a banana and a polka-dotted pillow. Don't ask. We had the usual quiz where the four houses comes out to answer the questions. Tolley answered quite a lot of answers correctly. But in the end FEARON WON! WHOOOOOOOOOO GO GO FEARON GO GO! RAH RAH SIS BOOM BAH! GO FEARON GO FEARON RAH RAH RAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway around 10.30 Chels,Michelle and I went to the performing arts studio to prepare for the FIRE SKIT COMPETITION. There was a LOT of make -up, and APPARENTLY I WAS MADE UP BY NONE OTHER THAN MRS BOEY! The make-up was SO...SO...MRS ROSY LOH!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS REALLY THAT BAD MAN! THANK GOD CHELSEY FIXED ME UP! She removed the DARK lipstick and put on a light shaded one, I removed the eyebrow liner. And Chels reapplied my foundation. MAN I FELT SO MUCH BETTER AFTER THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for St. Patricks School and it's a boy's school. Like whoa, it was quite big and totally white. Except for a couple of buildings at the back. So around an hour later it was our turn. No offence but, well the first school was okay lah. I mean they talked more about prevention and their acting is neutral. They look like fierce mimes. Only they shout a lot. But they got into the finals. The second one was, well... very rushed through so unfortunately I don't have a clue about their message. But with some weird miracle, they got in. Ours was next, I think we're the best actually. The VP said it was refreshing and new. And out message was well delivered. YAY WE GOT INTO THE FINALS. Michelle did well, because she was freaking out before. But she did good, it's just that she had to PROOOOJEEECCT her VOICEE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha in the bus was like noisy and stuff. I was hanging out with the Sec 1's too much. And listening to Michelle's iPod at the same time. Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURDSAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what happen on this day. But at ELDDS was kinda boring and fun at the same time. Mrs Boey was looking for prople to do this Wayang Kulit skit with white UMBREALLA'S instead of screens. Which apparently, is against the traditional rules if you ask me. Although I don't even know. HAHA. And apparently everyone found out that I was actually INDONESIAN/JAVANESE just because I read a MALAY SENTENCE SMOOTHLY IN ONE BREATH. Come on, even JOANNA, or Tuscany or Nurstasha or Evangeline could do that. SHEESH. They found it so fascinating. Haha and Tuscany is also Indonesian, that I know, she found out I am too so she asked me if I could talk in 'Bahasa'. Well I'm not so exposed to the Indonesian Bahasa so I barely could speak. Except my mum who nags at me in Indonesian if she thinks I did something ridiculous. Hai...Mrs Boey said the people in Fire Skit don't need to join. Everyone had something to do from there except for ME, CEL AND NAD. We kept complaining, "I wish Jo was here" again and again. BECAUSE WE MISSED HER WEIRD COMMENTS AND HER BEING THERE!! RAAAAWWWRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All we did was run around and roll around on chairs lughing like freaking freaks. After that I went to Macs with Cel and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF DAY WHOOOOOO. DISMISSED AT 10.30AM AND THAT ROCKS!!! My class had maths at first. I mean its MS LEE for God's sake who would give a DAMN! We just fooled around and I did some questions which I got right for the first time no thanks to HER! All the credit goes to AMANDA :) Or now also known as CAMELIA XD Don't ask why. AND GUESS WHAT? WE HAD THREE HOURS OF NOTHING-NESS DURING ENGLISH BECAUSE MR TENG DIDN'T COME! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I DID! BUT THATS OKAY BECAUSE AFTER THAT WAS RECESS AND THEN WE'RE DISMISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Yoko, Cel, Chels and I went to Chels house to change into our outing clothes. Yoko lent me a light blue tie that went with my light blue shirt. And I wore my usual black hoodie. And like I looked neutral while Chels and Yoko looked HAWT. LOL!!! Cel looked practically the same as me, but at least she has more hoodies than I do. And Dawn apparently was a little TOO late.She came late so she changed into Chels clothes real fast. So we headed off for Bugis Junction and bought our tickets for Harry Potter and The Order Of The Phoenix. YES JOANNA I WATCHED IT ONCE AGAIN! So did Cel. We ate at Yoshinoya, but Cel introduced this japanese curry bento thing which was super nice. So I bought it and ate it and it was REALLY GOOD. EAT, EAT, EAT, TALK, TALK, TALK, YADA YADA YADA. Oh and Dawn and Chelsey made a weird video, I think she might post it soon about how to finish your bowl of japanese rice/annoying your friend while you're at it. And the friend happens to be ME. LOL. And after that we browsed through some magazines and apparently CHELSEY JUST COULDN'T RESIST BUYING A $12 EDGE MAGAZINE JUST BECAUSE GERARD WAS ON THE COVER! She had to like BORROW money from Dawn because Cel was broke [GASP! SHOCKING RIGHT?Even I had more money than her that day]Then we took NEOPRINTS! Yoko scanned it to the computer so you can ask her for it. Then finally we went into the cinema. WATCHED HARRY POTTER 5 AGAIN! HAHAHAHA it felt funny though. But the moment it started I felt bored. REALLY! I mean seriously the first time I watched it wasn't TOO satisfactory. BUT NOW I WAS FORCED TO SPEND $8 TO WATCH IT AGAIN WHEN MY FIRST TIME I WATCHED IT FOR FREE. RAWR! And the ending, or I think from the part when Harry dreamt of Sirius in the Mystery place thingy, [sorry i forgot what the name was] then I started feeling drowsy and slept bit by bit. No one noticed at all! Only the part when Sirius DIED then I was watching. It was so heartbreaking. But from Voldemort came out of Harry's mind then I started to sleep again. Then when it ended Dawn was like, poking me. And I was like ,"Huh? Is the movie over?" and , my hair messy and fluffed up and Yoko took a photo of that. RAWR. CELESTE TWISTED HER TOE AND SHE STARTED SCREAMING WHICH WAS ANNOYING TO ME! W ewere like the last people to leave. So she took off her shoe, then we had to try to carry her all the way to the toilet. In the toiolet I found a plastic bag and I looked inside it and there was a brand new green sleeveless top, but I didn't take it. Guess why? IT WAS LIKE...XL OR SOMETHING AND IT WAS SO BIG!! So I just put it back and was all, EEE! Then Dawn had to go so she left. Then Cel went out of the toilet, then started looking for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel: WHERE'S MY SHOE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept on saying that while we were all ,"I donno!" "Dawn took it what!" "Maybe you dropped  it outsaide. WE WERE LAUGHING SO HARD OKAY! SHE SAID "I LOST MY SHOE" LIKE A GUY WITH A BREAKING VOICE! HAHAHAHAHA! WE WERE LIKE RUNNING ACROSS THE CINEMA LOOKING FOR IT WHILE LAUGHING SO HARD! "WHERE'S MY SHOE!? WHERE'S MY FREAKIN' SHOOOOEEEE????!!!" SO the security people actually let us in and inside was actually a movie starting to roll but Cel just went crawling under the seats and there... SHE FOUND HER HOLY, SACRED SHOE...No not that Holy... HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4779019948746432441?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4779019948746432441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4779019948746432441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4779019948746432441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4779019948746432441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4101316147787979713</id><published>2007-07-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T07:28:41.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Bravey's new single, Time Won't Let Me Go.&lt;br /&gt;Most meaningfull lyrics so far.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look back&lt;br /&gt;On the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw them all on T.V.&lt;br /&gt;I am so homesick now for&lt;br /&gt;Someone that I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I am so homesick now for&lt;br /&gt;Someplace I will never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never had best days of my life on TV.&lt;br /&gt;Or let alone have an applause for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Pete though. He gets loads of attention.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Pete THAT well.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I bother crying over him?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the same places he's been.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm kidding myself aren't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back and change everything&lt;br /&gt;But time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to re-do what I did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make whatever that was happy or sad to be even better.&lt;br /&gt;But Time keeps pushing me forward.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I'd do it again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a 'Summer of 69'&lt;br /&gt;Never had a Cherry Valance of my own&lt;br /&gt;All these precious moments&lt;br /&gt;You promised me would come in time&lt;br /&gt;So where was I when I missed mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These moments I dream of Stardom or at least doing a talent everyone else could do.&lt;br /&gt;I never had a moment to truly shine at my own work.&lt;br /&gt;What work? I've no talent...&lt;br /&gt;They always say that you'd get it someday.&lt;br /&gt;I must have missed the chance.&lt;br /&gt;So where was I then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me back those years&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all better I swear&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if Time would let me go back a few years.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do all things right.&lt;br /&gt;To make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;To make people feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;If you could just let me go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba ba ba ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back once again&lt;br /&gt;I would change everything, yeah&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back once again&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one chance to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I would and everyone would be happier with their life.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having something bad in their lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Time won't let me go&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it all again&lt;br /&gt;I'd go back and change everything&lt;br /&gt;But you won't ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Never the best thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;In this case I want you to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;So that miserable wouldn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness wouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba ba ba ba...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lkXymLL-NR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lkXymLL-NR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/38021843-4101316147787979713?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4101316147787979713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4101316147787979713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4101316147787979713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4101316147787979713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/07/whenever-i-look-back-on-best-days-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-2362017547923460699</id><published>2007-07-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:26:56.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO I HAVE A SAY IN THIS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently I never talk much about people. I only talk about my days.&lt;br /&gt;I barely sass anyone. Except maybe my mum and Mr Tan.&lt;br /&gt;But I have the freaking many opinions.&lt;br /&gt;My mum says it's not healthy to keep it all inside me.&lt;br /&gt;But I do anyway. I'm afraid people start hating me.&lt;br /&gt;But these thoughts in my head aren't so negative.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE has has seen me in my dark nights.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more goofy with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm keeping my emo inside.&lt;br /&gt;I only allow it at night [Like DUH]&lt;br /&gt;I allow it at home because I'm afraid it would hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I NEVER REVEAL THIS MUCH TO THE PUBLIC, BUT I'M NOT REAVELING SO MUCH OF MY INNER-SIDE. SO THIS IS KIND OF LIKE THE LAMEST EXCLUSIVE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, I won't close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I see the emo life being released into my room.&lt;br /&gt;It just flashes through of how my alter-ego hangs around my room.&lt;br /&gt;Once she said,"You could be great if you would just let me BE you"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to. It has a bigger load of swearing.&lt;br /&gt;All those emo shit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit...sorry..&lt;br /&gt;But when I feel that she has enough being outside, I bring her in again and lock her up in the darker side of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;She's just so mean, I don't want her to be me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of giving her a name.&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't have to call her black soul all the time.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like me in bloody gangster form.&lt;br /&gt;If you could ever imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;She changes her look all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Using my imagination and scrape up a new look.&lt;br /&gt;I drew her once.&lt;br /&gt;Just one.&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up on what she looks all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But I drew her when she wasn't too complicated looking.&lt;br /&gt;She hates me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;For chaining her in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;She's not even greatfull that I let her out at night.&lt;br /&gt;But now she finds the sneakiest of ways to overpower me and be more like her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be emo.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how cool it looks.&lt;br /&gt;She still gets me you know?&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed me screaming more.&lt;br /&gt;Or scolding or being irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Being being more sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Swearing more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I was.&lt;br /&gt;I think the black soul was meant to be for my maturing age.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being more poetic though.&lt;br /&gt;Helps me get some feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm talking to much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's something for you guys to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-2362017547923460699?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/2362017547923460699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=2362017547923460699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2362017547923460699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2362017547923460699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-i-have-say-in-this-well-apparently-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-5983004378605753740</id><published>2007-06-23T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T05:47:40.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some band facts for some of my outside friends who just happen to be a little slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL OUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Pete Wentz has a company called Clandestine Industries, which distributes books and clothing, among other things. Additionally, he owns his own imprint of the Fueled by Ramen record label, called Decaydance Records.[Too bad there's none in Singapore] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Andy Hurley and Pete Wentz are on Peta2's Sexiest Vegetarians List for 2006. &lt;br /&gt;[Some doubt the Pete part, I myself have not seen much proof...Sorry Pete]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.They held an audition for 19 unsigned bands to open their 2007 US tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Their hit song, "Dance, Dance" was included in the soundtrack of an Electronic Arts' game, "Madden NFL 06." and "Juiced"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.During the search for the band's name, the personnel had come up with the names of Forget Me Not and Short Story, Unhappy Ending before finally chose to use Fall Out Boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.According to Pete Wentz, the name "Fall Out Boy" came from someone among the crowd who screamed the term when the personnel asked their help to name the band during one of their early shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Fall Out Boy says that they would love to have a song mocked by Weird Al. They say it’d be an honor, as they grew up listening to him. [How cute...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.To promote the release of the album “Infinity On High,” Fall Out Boy played three shows in three different cities in one day, starting out in Time Square in New York, then flying on a private jet to play the House of Blues in their hometown of Chicago, and finally, jetting to Los Angeles to play on the roof top of a building. They got the idea from rapper Jay-Z. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Some songs in "Take This to Your Grave" (2003) were written by Pete as his response of finding out the betrayal of his girlfriend for she cheated on him with two of his own friends on the same weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.They held an audition for 19 unsigned bands to open their 2007 US tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.They gave out special edition posters that contain the members' blood in the ink for lucky fans who watched them in 2007 Honda Civic Tour. [Ew,I wouldn't want that...even if it was personally given to me...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Pete Wentz was named sexiest man in People Magazine 2007 [REJOICE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Patrick owns a shiny purple trumpet and he's not that bad at it. [It's so cute]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lead singer Gerard Way is afraid of needles, which is why he doesn't have any tattoos or piercings. [Figures...lol...kidding...I am too anyway]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Bands My Chemical Romance and The Used collaborated on a cover of the David Bowie and Queen classic "Under Pressure" that was released as a benefit single on iTunes and other Internet outlets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The band's name was inspired by author Irvine Welsh (most famous for "Trainspotting"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The band has toured with Alkaline Trio, Green Day, Story of the Year, Taking Back Sunday, and the Used, among many others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.My Chemical Romance has an alter ego called The Black Parade, which is also the name of their third album. [I do too...Wanna see?LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Guitarist Ray Toro has been ditched twice by his band mates in the middle of the night while on tour; both incidents happened while Ray was at the restroom. &lt;br /&gt;[HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.My Chemical Romance has a biography titled "Something Incredible This Way Comes", written by Paul Stenning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.My Chemical Romance is known for writing songs that don't have the title in the lyrics. [I think, either that or I might be deaf]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Gerard Way refers to their music as "violent pop". [It does sound weird but come to think of it, it's true]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The first song Gerard Way wrote was called "Skylines and Turnstiles", a post-9/11 song about Way witnessing the Twin Towers fall while working at his animation job in New York City. [Sadness...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD CHARLOTTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Good Charlotte got their big break when they were chosen from hundreds of Maryland/DC area bands to perform as an opening act for 99.1 WHFS's annual HFStival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Joel Madden and actress/singer Hilary Duff recently separated after a long relationship. [Aw...so sad...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Benji Madden is engaged to Australian singer/actress Sophie Monk. [How cute!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The first single, "The River", from the new Good Charlotte album "Good Morning Revival", features Avenged Sevenfold's lead singer (M. Shadows) and guitarist (Synyster Gates). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Benji and Joel changed their last name from Combs to Madden (their mother's maiden name), after their father left the family. [Sigh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Joel and Benji Madden have an older brother named Josh, who is a DJ, and a younger sister named Sarah who is also in a band called Her Daily Obsession. &lt;br /&gt;[Happy family they are...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.One of Good Charlotte's first gigs was at a comic book store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Joel and Benji Madden's dog Cash is named after Cassius Clay (a.k.a. Muhammad Ali) because it's a boxer. &lt;br /&gt;[Malay??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Good Charlotte named their band "Good Charlotte" after a children's book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.In the My Chemical Romance music video for "I'm Not Okay (I Promise), My Chemical Romance thanks Green Day first, in their acknowledgments at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The lyrics that are scratched out inside the "Nimrod" album cover are actual lyrics that were removed from the songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Mike Dirnt, Tre Cool, and Billie Joe Armstrong have an "EBPM" tattoo, which stands for "East Bay Punk Mafia". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong named his cat after Basil Expedition from "Austin Powers". [Cute huh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Green Day has received a great deal of criticism for "selling out", or being untrue to the spirit of punk rock. [He criticises religiously actually...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Weird Al Yankovic parodied Green Day's hit "Basket Case", in his song "Alternative Polka". [Just gotta wait for Fall Out Boy's song]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Green Day's album "American Idiot" won the Kid's Choice Award for best album in 2005. [I saw it ^^]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.When Billie Joe Armstrong was 15 years old, he tried to attend an Operation Ivy concert but wasn't allowed in. After one of the band members heard about it, they all came out to personally escort him into the show. [MANT THAT ROCKS DOESN'T IT?!?!?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.The music video for "Redundant" has the same scene playing over and over again behind the band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Green Day has made YouTube videos voicing their support for protection of the environment and ending America's addiction to oil.[They DO care!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KILLERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The music video for the song "When You Were Young" was filmed in Mexico City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The Killers recorded a Christmas song called "A Great Big Sled".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Lead singer Brandon Flowers worked as a bellhop at the Gold Coast Hotel in Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The Killers were named "Sexiest Band" in People Magazine, in 2007. [Aren't they?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5."Read My Mind" is the Killers' favorite song of theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Drummer Ronnie Vannucci has a degree in classical percussion from the University of Nevada at Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The band members do a pre-show ritual called "The Cuddle." Brandon Flowers has said, "We all join together in a circle before we go onstage...Even our feet touch, which is something I just kind of noticed. It's kind of like a soccer coach talking to the kids." [LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am referring to my OTHER friends [A.K.A Non-Baka's] who has not been updated much on the music life. IF I have got ANYTHING WRONG. PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR I AM ONLY HUMAN. Why do I sound like some philosopher...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-5983004378605753740?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/5983004378605753740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=5983004378605753740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5983004378605753740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/5983004378605753740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-band-facts-for-some-of-my-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-8242509402462071137</id><published>2007-06-22T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T03:31:42.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BlogThings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Ani Difranco!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerrockchickquiz/ani.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Honest, real, and well liked.You're not limited by any boundaries."And you can call me crazyBut I think you're as lazy as white paint on the wall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerrockchickquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Inner Rock Chick?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2005 Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/feel-good-inc.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" id="CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid="99176.467947987&amp;amp;type="10&amp;subid=""&gt;Feel'&gt;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;amp;offerid=99176.467947987&amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;Feel&lt;/a&gt; Good Inc&lt;/a&gt; by Gorillaz    "Love forever love is free.Let's turn forever you and me."&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, you were loving life and feeling no pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whathitsongof2005areyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Hit Song of 2005 Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DABB99;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life is Rated PG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourliferatedquiz/pg.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your life is pretty family friendly. The worse someone is going to get from you is brief nudity or toilet humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourliferatedquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is Your Life Rated?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is 60% Cluttered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/clutter-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your mind is starting to get cluttered, and as a result, it's a little harder for you to keep focused.Try to let go of your pettiest worries and concerns. The worrying is worse than the actual problems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Cluttered is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The True You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.&lt;br /&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you make opportunities to interact with many people through club activities or a hobby, then select someone you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's" The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/hug-me.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: fighting and conflict&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Candy Heart Say?&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/38021843-8242509402462071137?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8242509402462071137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8242509402462071137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8242509402462071137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8242509402462071137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogthings.html' title='BlogThings'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-6434319589484783984</id><published>2007-06-18T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:47:52.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One &amp; Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The world's gonna END!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;This song on Timbalands album...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;'One and Only featuring Fall Out Boy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Patrick's mostly singing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But PATRICK IS SWEARING CONTINUOUSLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Though the song IS SUCH A NICE SONG REMIX!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;PATRICK IS SWEARING!!! WHICH IS WEIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unnatural...Not that he doesn't swear much in his normal days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But he BARELY SWEARS in a SONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;TIMBALAND WHAT DID YOU DO?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But in any constellation, this song sounds SO GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Patrick's harmonisation is second to none...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Whatever that means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But you guys have GOT to listen to it! Its a cool song!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's in my Media! LISTEN TO IT I SAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-6434319589484783984?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/6434319589484783984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=6434319589484783984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6434319589484783984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/6434319589484783984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-only.html' title='One &amp; Only'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-8670633556969441233</id><published>2007-06-18T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:12:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WATCH FALL OUT BOY'S NEW VIDEO, 'THE TAKE OVER, THE BREAKS OVER'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THEY'RE NEW HIT SINGLE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HEMMINGWAY IS A GREAT ACTOR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PETE LOOKS SO CUTE! HIS HAIR GREW OUT!!!AND I THANK GOD FOR HIM FOR CREATING THIS BAND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PATRICK SOUNDS EXTRA GOOD ON THIS SONG [ITS MY FAVOURITE] HE LOOKS SO FUNNY THOUGH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ANDY ROCKING REALLY HARD ON THE VIDEO. HIS HAIR IS ALL OVER THE PLACE [AS USUAL ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JOE'S GUITAR PLAYING ROCKS HARD!! SOUNDS DAMN GOOD IN THIS SONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Watch the video on my 'media'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL OUT BOY EMPIRE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-8670633556969441233?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8670633556969441233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8670633556969441233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8670633556969441233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8670633556969441233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/06/watch-fall-out-boys-new-video-take-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-775937929278146884</id><published>2007-06-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:13:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is weird but lame at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After watching the video of him at One Tree Hill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And reading something about smoking and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had dreams of Pete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALL of you MUST watch the video that is in my media box, the first one, that's the episode of Pete starring in One Tree Hill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you don't watch it you won't understand my dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I woke up to find out the doorbell was ringing. I tied my hair up while walking to the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Alright! I'm coming! SHHESH!" I was expecting my aunt who forgot to take her stuff before leaving the house and since she's usually lazy to open the door herself. I flung the door open ready to nag at her. But greeted with a smiling gorgeous man waiting to be greeted. "Umm hi, thought you were kidding about the visit..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He smiled and said," I never kid around with my fans ...much...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" and with that I led him into the house. He got comfortable quite quickly with a glance of the house. "Why don't you go...uh...shower first alright?" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Umm...okay...feel free to make use of anything in the house..." and with that I left into my room and turned on the lights [It was kinda 7 am-ish so its kinda dark] and I was surprised to see not just my room being slightly larger, but 2 bunk beds with Celeste,Chelsey and Yoko waking up. "What.Are.You.Doing here?" I said in total shock and surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"DUH! We're your roomies REMEMBER??? I think she fell off the bed again," Celeste said. I was so flabbergasted. Not only have I never had a sleepover with my friends, I had never even invited any of them to my house. But somehow I just walked off into my bathroom [which thankfully looked the same except for that there were more toothbrushes and shampoos].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When everyone finished bathing, -just like in the video,no one had a clue he was coming, but also in a sorta different way- Chelsey came into the kitchen saying,"Who's cooking? Smells damn nice man...whoa..." she paused and saw a man in an apron cooking bacon and eggs [which frankly, I don't remember buying the night before]. "This must be a dream {{which it is,its mine}} I remember this dream..." she said to herself, and just like the girl, she went up to him and kissed him. Thats right, in MY dream. And right on cue, I came in, she broke the kiss and ran up to me,"So its not a dream and that Pete Wentz from FALL OUT BOY is here?!?!?" I just nodded. "Shhhit, I'm so sorry," she said to the both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I thought you told your roomies that I was coming?" he asked and cocked his head to the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I...did..but..." I said trying to think of an excuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Hey look its...Pete...ahem...yeah...okay I'm just gonna..." Yoko said inching away to the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Only Cel came in saying like as if she knew it," Oh hey Pete, how's it goin'? Is breakfast ready yet?". Pete just looked at me in a way of saying 'Gr' and 'Hehehe' at the same time. And flipped the bacon off the pan and onto a plate. Next to it was a bowl of English style breakfast eggs and orange juice [I never really drank orange juice in the morning].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~HOURS LATER~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Joined with Joanna/Milly/Gen/Nas]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nas threw a fast ball at him, it was so fast it looked like a bullet. He gave it a whack with Yoko's new baseball bat. It went flying off into the sky. "RUN!!!" Jo and Milly screamed. He ran quickly and all the way to the first base. The ball was falling towards second base which he was starting to head for. And I happened to be there, trying to catch the ball, I caught in my glove and he was so close to the base, I threw it over to Yoko who was at third. I put my leg out trying to trip him but he knew and jump over it. He ran past third base faster than ever as Yoko threw the ball to Gen who was supposed to be catching it wasn't fast enough for him. And Pete got to home base completely safe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was like, "Dang"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After baseball, we had lunch, guess who cooked? Yes...Pete did. He cooked a big lunch. He cooked Fish and Chips [Now I really wondered if that came from MY fridge???] and mini chocolate souffle's with vanilla ice cream, and WOWZA was it GOOD!!! It tasted dreamy and salty...werid combination, I know...But at the table was damn fun...it was like...recess at school, so much talking and laughing! Only this was with a celebrity. But I kept wondering where were Patrick,Andy and Joe...But for some reason I didn't ask...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The whole day we spent shopping and running around Woodlands and being serious weirdos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We were singing loudly wherever we went and buying so much stuff [Wished that was real] But unfortunately I couldn't remember much stuff from the dream, I hate it when that happens [Cel was right]. But all I remember, tha very last part was that Pete was doing MY LAUNDRY [which is damn embarassing] and I was standing at the side of the balcony just watching him. I couldn't remember what I was thinking about. But I could only remember that when he was done, I went up to him and my arm just snaked around his waist. The feeling was SO GOOD. It was so real, like when I first hugged him that time...Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I WOKE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-775937929278146884?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/775937929278146884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=775937929278146884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/775937929278146884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/775937929278146884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams.html' title='The Dreams'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-7495409662946935726</id><published>2007-06-06T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:58:52.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;OH MY F-ING GOD!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i CANNOT F-ING BELIEVE THAT i F-ING FORGOT ABOUT F-ING PETE WENTZ BIRTHDAY!!! Seriously!!! It was yesterday, 5th June!!!! I'm such an F-ING IDIOT!!! It's like that time when Jo,Chels and I FORGOT ABOUT GERARD WAY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! ALSO LIKE THAT TIME I FORGOT ABOUT PATRICK STUMPS BIRTHDAY!!!! I almost forgot about Joel &amp; Beji Madden though but...I'M SO F-ING SORRYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE KICK MY ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO SO SORRY PETE!!!!!!!! Happy 28th Birthday Pete!!!! YOU ROCK MY F-ING WORLD!!!!!&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm a bad fan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*SLAPSLAPHITHITOUCH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u218/I_L1ke_Black/PETE%20WENTZ/PraisingPete.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w232/Schnuffchen/in_a_world_of_sluts_we_keep_the_wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x276/myers_1990/Pete%20Wentz/th5cd48837.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-7495409662946935726?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/7495409662946935726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=7495409662946935726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7495409662946935726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/7495409662946935726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/06/petes-birthday.html' title='Pete&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u218/I_L1ke_Black/PETE%20WENTZ/th_PraisingPete.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-4910622274876260538</id><published>2007-06-04T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:45:05.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry For The No Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating it because I'm just a lazy ass person, anything new about me? Nope don't think so. Anyway, since the Fall Out Boy concert there was Sports Day, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fearon&lt;/span&gt; sucked for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cooke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;won for FIRST TIME I'VE EVER HEARD!!! It was so unbelievable. Although their cheerleading wasn't so bad. Don't know why Chelsey was so down by it. But anyway, TAKE THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GAGE-BROWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; [AAAH JOKING!!! NO DON'T HIT ME!!] and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tolley&lt;/span&gt; remained to be third (O_o) but I guess they're happy they're not last. Afterwards hung put at Yoko's,Aunty Stef made Larva Cake, watched DeathNote (&lt;3&lt;3).&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's just plain weaird. Why would I look old? I don't wear make-up, Not even powder, eye-liner OR lip-gloss. I hate make-up. IT FEELS WEIRD!!! Its like wearing an itchy mask on your face!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But sometimes when I wear it it actually looks nice, then it gets all itchy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After typing that sentence, I went to my mum's make-up bag and applied some eye-liner just like how Pete did it [Congratulations Pete for making it into The Most Beautiful People List '07. Love &lt;3].&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then there was that time the Sec 2 day camp. The first day was DAMN FUCKIN BORING LAH!!!!!!! ALL WE DID WAS PLAY WEIRD GAMES IN THE HALL AND IDENTIFY OUR 'DISC' which I forgot what it was, anyway you wouldn't get it. But the food they served us SUCKED.It was damn weird. Rice and chicken, hotdog and VEGETABLES. And an APPLE! I HATE APPLES!!!! And we weren't allowed to buy our own food. I think...But me and Chels bought our own drinks because they handed to us this NON-CHILLED weird packet drinks [Soya Bean,Green Tea etc] and I ate most of the other stuff except the rice. I hate rice too. But anyway. The only thing I remember was the game where each class had to link to each other. Our class decided to link arms so that we won't let go. Then they told us to put this sash thing at the last person. And the first person of each class [The ones leading the class chain] was supposed to grab it. IT WAS PURE MADNESS WHEN WE STARTED!!. Maddie was the front of the class. She started to pull the class towards this class and everyone was of screaming. Maddie has an undiscovered strength of an Ox. I think...Everyone was pulled SUPER HARD that our arms hurt really badly. We practically MOSHED into another class [They were actually coiling around the person with the sash to protect it] and she just RAMMED into them and tried to grab the sash. IT WAS SO PAINFULL! Then Chelsey was like, "Mariah! Remember?? FALL OUT BOY CONCERT??? MOSH! MOSH!!!" and we did. We practically fell a whole load of times. It was like a dominoe effect. One fall, All fall. We cheated anyway. Thank God it ended in like, 8 minutes later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The next day was the day we went to Sentosa. I was so scared during the grouping. I was with Chels anyway. [THANK GOD! If not I'D DIE!!!!!!!] and we took a school bus to Sentosa for the EVER BORING AMZING RACE. Why is it that it's ALWAYS an amazing race? WHT CAN'T WE JUST GO THERE FOR FUN??? TO CHILL??? That would be the BEST post-exam activity EVER!!!!! But noooo... Whatever, I don't even want to get started on the ACTIVITIES there. It was SO LAME AND BORING. Well Okay it WAS a little fun. But some of the tasks were fun. And the food wasn't that bad. And at least in the end we got to go 7-11[I can't believe MY CLASSMATES went to COFEE BEAN and I DIDN'T!! THAT SUCKED] and the views of Sentosa was so beautiful and pretty. [I wonder if any celebrities actually had time to go to Sentosa. But they're so busy to even bother] Anyway. On the bus Chelsey made me memorise this new somg that we were supposed to audition for St Mags Idol [=.='''], it was 'Face Down' by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I didn't do much of a great job because I was quite unfamiliar with the song at that time. In the end we decided not to do it anyway.[Sorry Gen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then there was Cross Country at the Turf Club. It was a place where people watch horses race and bet on them. I think it's cruel and so sinister. Poor horses. I'm not sure if they still do, I hope not. But I think I saw a horse on my run. I ran along side with Michelle Teng. It was kinda peacefull running along the woodsy atmosphere. It was kinda freaky too. At the back were these rows of houses that looked all the same and I thought I passed by the same house TWICE. But it wasn't. The windows looked kinda old-ish that looked empty and looked like something might just pop-up and scare you. Michelle was like,"Imagine someone appeared and was all 'Hi Mariah......" I was like, "Umm...Okay I think thats freaky and all so Stop That!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm updating later...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4910622274876260538?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4910622274876260538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4910622274876260538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4910622274876260538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4910622274876260538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-for-no-update.html' title='Sorry For The No Update'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4867879384417016499</id><published>2007-03-03T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:44:54.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FALL OUT BOY CONCERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THAT CONCERT WAS DAMN AWESOME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Chelsey(Chels/#Number 2),Yoko,Madihah(Maddie),Trishna,Dawn,Alyssa and friends,Xing Yi and friends,Graduated Seniors,Tuscany/Sabrina and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;First I had tutuion,same old same old.Fatin asked me many questions about the meeting of Fall Out Boy and Ms Nora DIDN'T KNOW FALL OUT BOY WAS IN SINGAPORE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I reached Chelseys house at I think around almost 2pm.Her mum was checking the directions &gt;.&lt;...LOL...Then we went upstairs to straighten Chels hair and apparently,MINE AS WELL,lol because chels said my hair looked like the same style I use during school,which is OK kinda lame but its still OK.And Yoko came like 10 minutes later and we drove off to the Max Pavilion where we ALMOST got lost.We reached there about 3pm or so.Trishna called to say that some dumb asses just cut the line(she was suppose to reserve a place for us).We ran there and the line was pretty long already.We sat there next to Trish and sat there talking about stuff at school and FOB and stuff.Tehn Yoko and I decided to buy drinks so we went outside and that's where we met the other seniors.And we finally met Maddie who just came back from her cheer practise but of course not wearing mini skirts,she changed.We went to buy coke then came back.It became so much more crowded and it SUCKED.My warm spot was smaller and I barely could sit down and Maddie had to squeeze in with me and stuff.After some time of talking about emptiness...Maddie asked me to follow her outside to meet her parents and drop off her stuff.We went out and there was already a long line outside with peoples' of all age (literally),size and colour(includes rainbow colours).We like waited out there for about 10 minutes and then I almost suggested we bought merchandise until,Chelsey called and was like telling us to come back in 'cus the whole crowd started standing up and now its all packed together and stuff. Me and Maddie just ran like some idiots inside, then we see hundreds of people crowded in the big big space. Maddie and I charged and went through every nook and cranny through everyone until we came to the barrier where Chels and Trish were and some seniors over the other side of it. And the seniors on our side were like ,"OMG where were you???" and we stood there all squashed and screaming "STOP PUSHING/SMOKING" once in awhile. Then Yoko was like, "Maddie,Mariah,climb over" and we were like WHAT? I mean you can't do that right? It would be unfair to the others. But in the end the seniors convinced me and they practically pushed me over, and Maddie, and them too. And like after 1 hour or so they decided to open the doors up but only batch by batch. And we were nearer to the door but it seemed so far...Chelsey was like, "DON'T LET GO!" and my hand was linked with Yoko's bag and Maddie's bag. The door opened and Chelsey was PUSHING SO HARD and she only managed to get Yoko out and my hand SLIPPED FROM HER BAG! I was totally like WHAT THE FUCK LAH SHIT!!!!! And I was like "Maddie Chelseys gone! She went out already!" and she was like"WHAT?OMG!" and so did the seniors. We just held onto each other. I touched my stomach and felt the hard paper. I sighed in relief,"still there...Maddie! you're still holding it! put it in your pants it won't get lost!" she didn't anyway but yeah. We held on and we had to let go to wipe our super sweaty hands. And just letting go FOR A FEW SECONDS!!! THE DOOR JUST HAD TO OPEN!!!!! The crowd stated pushing again and we go separated. I could still see her but I'm separated by the seniors. I was practically squashed behind Xing Yi who was like so tall. I just lied on her back for a while, not sure if she actually minded but whatever. Each time the door opened I got separated from everyone more and more. And the squishing was more intense and harder. I swear it was squeezing the life outta me. I kept praying,"God please don't let me die on the said-to-be greatest day of my life," I felt like crying, also because I think the squeezing was squeezing water out from my eyes (=.=''') I felt like just leaving and not go at all. But then I was like, "No! I DIDN'T WASTE MY MONEY JUST TO EXPERIENCE DEATH!". After like almost an hour the CISCO police came (dunno why but...) and the batches and releases was getting SLIGHTLY faster. But the pressure kept increasing. I tried to tip-toe and breathe. One of those moments I didn't appreciate being short. One batch...One batch...One batch...Freedom at last...I was released and I took overflowing of DEEP BREATHS. Like I just lived from a drown. I tried to stay at the back to wait for Maddie but it was taking to long. The seniors were calling me from the front but I said "Its Ok just go" (really wished I followed them instead) and when it was taking WAY too long I finally just joined the Que which was SO FAST, I met Sabrina and Arielle, then I bumped into Tuscany and her friends and she was like ,"Hey! You go to our school right?" I was like (I wanted to say duh, but that was rude) "Yah! You're Tuscany right?" "Yeah".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When I FINALLY WENT IN the security put the Midas Promotions Wristband on me and I like, ran happily and joined the crowd. I tried to find Yoko and Chelsey I pushed myself to the front I was like in the third row with Sabrina and Tuscany and some other express girls. I was like behind the barrier I SERIOUSLY felt alone and upset. I felt so upset that I forced myself to the back (tell you the truth I really wished I didn't) and when I FINALLY GOT TO THE BACK!!! I was looking around for Maddie, I felt like a lost DUCK and I was looking around I felt super duper UPSET that I turned down a channel V interview( I'M TELLING YOU I'M A SUPER FUCKING ASSHOLE TO DO THIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Intermission-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Channel V: Hey we'd like to interview you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me: Um...I'm sorry not please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Channel V: It'd just take a bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me: No please not now okay...*Push Mic away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Channel V: Okay fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;-Intermission Over-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I wasn't me I would've slapped me. EVENTUALLY I FOUND MADDIE! She was with Alyssa and Gaya. I was SO DAMN HAPPY I ran to her hugged her so hard. We sat there and chat a lot with our seniors. There were two opening acts because FOB happened to be 'FASHIONABLY LATE' so there was a local band which didn't sound that great. There was also a band named 'SawLoser' and to me they sounded KINDA nice. Like for background music while we talked. We literally sat down during the opening acts where Yoko suddenly appears out of nowhere and I was like,"Oh hey Yoko...AHH YOKO?!?!?!" She got pulled out of the front where she and Chelsey were. Apparently people thought she was gonna faint when she was going to pick up a guitar pick they threw. She felt slightly giddy and Nauseous. So we chat at the back screaming "WHERE THE HELL IS FALL OUT BOY???". Maddie kept drinking my water!!! After like 2 hours!! Around 9 plus, FALL OUT BOY FINALLY CAME! The freaking crowd went totaly wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pete looked DAMN COOL AND SO WAS PATRICK! Patrick tried to keep his hoodie on I think because the lights was affecting him or something. When it fall off Joa and Pete had to put it up for him in between songs. Patrick sounded sooo good live just like the CD only better!!! ^_^ The first song was thriller (i think Oo) THE WHOLE BACK OF THE CROWD STARTED JUMPING! YOKO GRABBED MY HAND AND STARTED JUMPING REALLY HIGH AND I WAS LIKE ,"Uhh okay...WHOOO!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I think they performed around ten songs. On account of being LATE! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There was Dead On Arrival, where is your boy, sugar we're going down, dance dance, this ain't a scene, its an arms race, Saturday, A little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me, Thriller, and SO MUCH MORE WHICH I CAN'T REMEMBER DAMMIT!!!! It was just totally long and AWESOME . I can't describe anymore 'cus you had to be there to know how it was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then around...I dunno...11pm? It ended,sadly, and  we were walking around the Max to find Chelsey. We found her and she was talking to Dawn (i think??) and she was so HYPED. Surprisingly She and Yoko met some new peeps. Unlike me...hehehe...and Dawn got FOB's GUITAR PICK! And I was like whateffffffffff......shit....And I was like...WHATEVER!! CHELSEY ALSO HAS IT ANYWAY!! COMPLETE WITH AN AUTOGRAPHED GUITAR! BLEH &gt;:-p...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then we found Chelseys parents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and they sent Yoko home. And sent me somewhere and got me a taxi home. And in the taxi...I was totaly 'unconcious'..like...What am I doing here? What did I do just now? Did I just go to a FOB concert?? OMG????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FALL OUT BOY ROCKS FOREVEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Don't get me started on Pete...YOU GOT THAT CHELSEY????!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4867879384417016499?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4867879384417016499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4867879384417016499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4867879384417016499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4867879384417016499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/03/fall-out-boy-concert.html' title='THE FALL OUT BOY CONCERT'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-9102878179951624155</id><published>2007-03-02T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:52:22.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEETING FALL OUT BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Re1VvhBA6cI/AAAAAAAAABg/_SxqQ3KGB4c/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038777832902289858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K78epJ0I-4c/Re1VvhBA6cI/AAAAAAAAABg/_SxqQ3KGB4c/s320/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;THIS IS GONNA BE A LOOONG POST!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I MET THE FALL OUT BOY'S IN PERSON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;THANKS TO GOD AND CHELSEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A few days ago Chelsey entered a channel "V" competition where the winners would meet the FALL OUT BOYS and are suppose to do a dance the the song "This Ain't A Scene Its An Arms Race".And she ACTUALY WON and I WAS ALLOWED TO FOLLOW HER AND I WAS LIKE IN THE PARADE GROUND SCREAMING!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;First...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;During school the WHOLE school are going for learning journey where we will be all over singapore learning.Actualy its like an Amazing race and like we have to do tasks and questions.I don't wanna SAY ALL OF IT 'CUS IT WAS SO LONG AND HOT AND TIRING AND IT TOTALY SUX! But along the way while looking for the Red Dot Design building,we were asking for directions so we entered this place called "The Scarlet Hotel".Me and Chelsey went in and we were like "OH...MY...GOD..." The hotel was of course,red,and black and it was DAMN COOL AND LOOKED SO LUXURIOUS!.It was so nice and the interiors were AWESOME.After learning journey we came back to school for debriefing.Chels and I got out early so that we could have time to change for the Fall Out Boy thing.We were a bit late but we rushed to Chelseys house and changed and ate a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chels dad picked us up and her mum to,we reached there about 3.30pm or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We went to the clark quay there where got ALOT of bars.I 4got the place.And it was at the place called the "Barfly" and the place was SO nice and THE FIRST PERSON I SAW WAS PETE WENTZ!!! He saw Chelsey and like,smiled and then smiled at me and I was like..."OMFG!!!" But I kinda kept my cool but I was biting my lip so hard that I think it was gonna bleed.He was so F-ING HOT!! Then after asking the bar tender a question we went to the competition room and on the way I saw like, Pete and his groupies,Andy talking to a girl,Joe looking at the TV and Patrick on the phone.In my mind I fully said the word 'OMFG' over and over again.Chelsey was trying not to look at them so she won't get to distracted.When we went in the 1st contestant was there with her own friend as well. Lets just call the contestant 'A' and her friend 'C' becus I forgot their names.'A' was really nice and 'C' was kinda quiet but also friendly ^_^.Chelsey talked to her new friends while I was reading 'A's magazines about FOB.Chelsey went for the interview with channel V first.So 'A' went to dance first,it wasn't too bad,but she didn't put enough enthusiasm in it.CHELSEY WAS NEXT.I was kinda blocked by the pillar and this short guy but I knew she would do good.She gave a drawing that Zan and her drew during learning journey it was like anime style.She gave it to Joe and he and andy or patrick was like looking at it and complimenting.Then Pete grabbed it and said something like,"I'll take this,this bribary so I'm just gonna keep this..." then they talked some more and she started dancing freestyle and stuff while I was videoing it on her camera.Afterwards they gave her REALLY high marks and stuff.And after her was this guy who looked quite Pro so we thought he would win but in the end when they had to go in so the guys could tell the winner. IT WAS CHELSEY AND I WAS LIKE,"YEAH!ALRIGHT!" behind the curtains and the short guy was staring at me like I was some NUT.She got an autographed GUITAR from JOE TROHMAN!!(also autographed from the whole band) I hung out around and later on we only were allowed ONE FUCKING GROUPSHOT!But it was better than nothing,so we watched them do the Chennel V thing where you say these cheesy lines to the TV viewers. (AND IT WAS DAMN FUNNY) And we sat together on the couch.There was no space so i sat on Chelsey and Patric was like,"oookay...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then the guy had to hold multiple cameras so mine was kinda shaky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We hung out till FOB went out.(I wonder how they do that without getting mobbed!)I'm sorry its not detailed but for more juicy stuff please APPROACH CHELSEY DAMMIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FALL OUT BOY FOREVER&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/38021843-9102878179951624155?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/9102878179951624155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=9102878179951624155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/9102878179951624155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/9102878179951624155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/03/meeting-fall-out-boy.html' title='MEETING FALL OUT BOY'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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/_K78epJ0I-4c/Re1VvhBA6cI/AAAAAAAAABg/_SxqQ3KGB4c/s72-c/PICT0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-4671091950990702520</id><published>2007-02-26T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:34:37.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm in this F-ing computer lab with Mrs Loh and my class and Mrs Loh is such a F-ing LOSER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4671091950990702520?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4671091950990702520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4671091950990702520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4671091950990702520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4671091950990702520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-in-this-f-ing-computer-lab-with-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-4358644591340056127</id><published>2007-02-23T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:59:07.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SportsDay Trials??WTF??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL LAH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SOMEONE SABO ME.SOMEONE WROTE DOWN MY NAME ON THE &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FEARON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LIST THAT I WANTED TAKE PART IN SPORTS DAY 400M RUN!!!YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS??? I TOTALY SUCK AT RUNNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This morning the announcement said that all those who took part in the Sports Day run please go to the canteen now.So I just stood there 'cus I didn't know.Then Milly came alond and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Milly: Aren't you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Hah?Go where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Milly: The meeting lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: NO! I didn't sign up what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Milly: Really?I saw your name on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: WHAT?NO WAY!I DIDN'T SIGN UP AT ALL!!SOMEONE SABO ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Milly:I guess so 'cus I didn't sign up to! And she wrote my name and said I'd run for ANY event!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Hah? What the hell lah...WE GOT SABO-ED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Milly: Let's just go lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o we just went and Gillian told us to stay back a few minutes for the trials.I was like "Haaah....".So lesson time...Home Econs we discuss for the practical exam next week.Then maths...alamak no need say lah...that Mr Tan so lame and sarcastic.Teach also not properly!Don't understand seh...then recess...then science.This week Ms Ng last week 'cus next week we exchange teachers so we learning Bio.Well no more eating sweets in class anymore (Ms Ng allows). But I heard Mr Low is quite good lah.He's kinda funny actualy.Then MT,CIKGU NEVER COME! WOOHOO!! Then a boring assembly then running trials.I met Milly and Ruzana and we went to the field.DAMN HOT LAH IN THE SUN ON THE RUNNING TRACK.When it was my turn I was like...shyt...the senior gave me the signal and I ran off like a mindless horse!Running a full track...(actauly its either me or i heard the other house girl said "walau so fast leh".lol!) After that Gillian recorded my timing and she was like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gillian: So you running 400m right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: HAH??WHAT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gillian: Ya what...you're Mariah right?Says here you'd run for 400m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me (In Mind) OMG THAT GIRL IS SO DEAD MAN I CAN'T EVEN RUN THIS TRACK WHICH IS 160M!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;OMG I MUST'VE GONE NUTS IN MY MIND!! 400M??? NOWAY MAN!!!After trials me and Milly walked back to the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Milly:Most probably we're gonna be selcted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me:I can't feel my legs...my brain is beating so hard....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Milly:That was onli 160m!And your head is already beating?Man you are unfit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now we gotta train TOGETHER EVERY WEEK...MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me:Darn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;*enter canteen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me+Milly:Why does everthing look purple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;*Yoko Comes along*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yoko:So how'd it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me:Yoko I thought your towel was green?Why is it purply bluuuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yoko:ooookay...Jo and the others are in the computer lab...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me:kaaaay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;*In the lab*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Chels:MARIAH! YOUR BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Jo:She's still alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me:I've never ran that fast in years...(collapse on celeste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cel:ow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;*Joanna pulls me up and help me sit on the chair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then we just play computer until 3 and we went Mcdonalds and I lost my MP4 and we went home............................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-4358644591340056127?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/4358644591340056127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=4358644591340056127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4358644591340056127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/4358644591340056127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/02/sportsday-trialswtf.html' title='SportsDay Trials??WTF??'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-8655778609831925219</id><published>2007-02-19T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T04:53:43.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangri-La</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Shangri-La Service Apartments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thats where I stayed on Saturday and Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I reached there at about 5pm with my family and garandma,it wasn't the hotel,its the service appartments (kinda like a condominium only more luxurious). I was damn cold,and that was just the lobby. When I entered the room it DAMN COLD!!!!!! My grandma didn't want to go in,my mum started running around the room looking for the air-con switch and when she found it she increase the temperature (surprisingly it was at 16 degrees). I took off my slippers and suddenly I started running around like a mad cow (reason was because the the floor was ICE COLD) luckily the floor was mostly covered with carpets.One room with an extra bed and a bathroom (ICE COLD) and they had those little soaps and shampoos that you get for free.Which I brought home.I spent an hour exploring the place and watching the FREE cable.And a hi=fi and a dvd player.Me and my brother and my dad went swimming for like 2 hours playing around and hide-and-seek.I realised I could float better in the deeper ends.Ahaha.Evening I took a shower and the temperature was just right (warm I mean) and I changed into my MCR T-shirt (only available in  the States) and we went off to Orchard.When we reached it WAS SO WEIRD.It was so empty like some sort of GHOST TOWN.I mean seriously,no crowds,no lines,no screaming of laughters.AND THE MRT STATION,DAMN EMPTY! There was only like,foreigners and tourist walking around.Tangs,Isetan...ALL CLOSED! So sad right? Oh well, after dinner I felt so tired and we went back to the apartment.I immediately slept on the big bed with my mum and lil bro,my gandma slept on the extra bed and my dad slept outside 'cus he wanted to watch football.I SLEPT LIKE A LOG 'cus I didn't wake up in the middle of the night AT ALL ('cus usualy i do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Next day I woke up totaly fresh and happy.My mum told us to quickly bathe and change 'cus we going out to eat breakfast.She bathed first then me,and I played my PSP while waiting for the other non-morning peoples'.We went out at about 9 something and we walked down Tanglin Road and went to the McDoanalds (I had the new bagel with omelette thing and it was goood).Afterwards we went to the Botanical Gardens,at first i thought it was cool until the morning heat made me grumpy.So we spent half an hour sitting around looking at the nature. Then we headed back then my grandma had to go.So after getting her a taxi,we walked back and we stopped by 7-11 and Cheers.We bought each a drink and sandwiches.(haha?) And bought some other snacks and we headed back and had a "picnic" by the large flat screen TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Then we went swimming again for like a couple of hours.Then we packed up and stuff and took the MRT back to woodlands and we went to my mum's friends house 'cus she had a BBQ at the condo.I pretended to "go tot he tiolet" 'cus I didn't wanna hang out with them so I went to the air-con clubhouse where I read my Teens Magazine.10 PM we went home and I was so happy that I slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-8655778609831925219?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8655778609831925219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8655778609831925219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8655778609831925219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8655778609831925219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/02/shangri-la.html' title='Shangri-La'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-8912112086718441937</id><published>2007-02-16T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:01:00.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay...Chinese New Year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First,we had the 1st 2 periods doing out lessons.Mine was home econs but we were doing theory,so we went to the work room.And like half an hour later the fire alarm went off.I almost got a heart attack 'cus in the room was so quiet and my partner and I were discussing the food to cook for the exam.Ms Ramlah quickly told us to pack up and and line-up outside.The announcement came and the VP said they had suspected a bomb in the chemistry lab.Ms Ramlah thought she heard a tiny explosion (work room was directly above the lab,or was it the lab beside us?? O_o??) we quickly haste to the field.And in 12 mins we were all assembled (discipline master said its a new record -_-'''). And like,10 mins later we went back up into the hall,it was like so what lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My malay class and I did a "Dikir Barat" performance (sorry  dunno the english translation).We all had to wear jeans/pants and red shirt. It was like,OK during rehearsals but during we so confused like sotong butt's. Backstage Nurul was like asking me if I was nervous,cus she was,and I said No 'cus I really wasn't. Gen said I was like,so loud,and I was actualy screaming. 'Cus I saw everyones reaction and I thought maybe I sang louder to increase the volume of the whole thing. The crowd was so loud,they were like "Go Mariah,Go Jo,Go Siti............" and so many more names. The obvious ones to me were Gen,Yoko and Celeste. My smile became a big grin and Joanna was trying not to laugh but she did anyway. Then after we sang the last verse,we got up and left the stage. (Sorry its not descriptive enough) then we sat at the back of the stage and we watched indian dance and the ELDDS (I didn't want to perform in this) ((The rest of the dances went before us)) then after the concert Mr Anthony and the VP gave like, a little lecture and Joanna and I went outside into the class instead so went out the side where Mr Tan was standing but I didn't actualy thought that was him. So Jo went out then I swooped through the door when I accidentaly brushed against him. Then I was like looking at Jo who was looking back at me,then we looked back together and saw him looking at us with the same exprssion everytime he sees me with Joanna,the 'you-girls-are-so-siao' look(because its true) and we just laughed at him and ran off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Afterwards me and my baka family went to Cinelesure (but without Cel and Chels) and with Yi Zhen and for the 1st time Joanna went out with us ^_^.We waited like almost 45 mins for everyone to change to their outing clothes and we left the school and waited 30 mins for the bus but it was all crowded (=.="') then 15 mins waiting for a taxi...in the end Yoko,Gen,Jo and milly got a taxi and Nas,Yi Zhen and I were like WTH????? But guess what? Nas's mum picked us up and we got a free lift  ^_^. Ahahahahahhahaha..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We watched the "Epic Movie",I REALLY DON'T RECOMEND ANYONE BELOW 16 YEARS TO WATCH BECAUSE THAT MOVIE IS SO DISGUSTING...its too full of S3X and vulgar...I don't mind the vulgarness but I MIND THE UNDERAGE S3X ...it was like a mix of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-charlie and the chocolate factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-da vinci code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-nacho libre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-james bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-pirates of the carribean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-MTV cribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-tokyo drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-harry potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; AND SERIOSLY SO MANY MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then I went home with Jo while the others went Takashimaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-8912112086718441937?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8912112086718441937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8912112086718441937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8912112086718441937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8912112086718441937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-3541312033914093720</id><published>2007-02-07T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:23:17.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'M GOING TO THE FALL OUT BOY CONCERT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THANK YOU CHELSEY FOR INVITING ME AND THANK YOU MUM AND DAD FOR ALLOWING ME TO GO AND GIVING ME THE MONEY TO GO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-3541312033914093720?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/3541312033914093720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=3541312033914093720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/3541312033914093720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/3541312033914093720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-going-to-fall-out-boys-concert-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-98710552658222935</id><published>2007-02-07T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T05:39:08.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OH MY GAWRSH TODAY IS LIKE ONE OF THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE MAN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1st,Okay not to be rude and stuff but my beloved &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FEARON&lt;/span&gt; is just totaly lame lah.I mean this year the house is like so,unenthusiastic.And &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gage-Brown&lt;/span&gt; was next to us over the other side of the parade ground screaming like monkeys while we scream like DONKEYS!!! AND THE TEACHERS (mostly Mr Tan and Mr Loh) was looking at us like we don't have a chance against them.Me and some of my Sec 2 buddies are like screaming our head AND hair off while the others look/sound like they just woke up.Then I was like pretending to "shoot" &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gage-Brown&lt;/span&gt; like for FUN LAH! Then I was pointing to them then I made the "BANG" gesture and Mr Loh was in my way and he was like,smiling weirdly like I got mental problem (=_=''') and then I decided to join the cheer team (NOT THE CHEERLEADING TEAM) and so after that after practising cheers and stuff (Me and Milly were practically screaming at &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gage-Brown&lt;/span&gt;,and I think Mr Loh and Mr Tan got the point that we were screaming at them,bell rang and we were almost dismissed.Gillian,our senior &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fearon&lt;/span&gt; House Captain was talking to us when,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOLLEY!!..&lt;/span&gt;Interupted us(SCREAMING LIKE THE WORLDS GONNA END PURPOSELY) and Gillian was like "DON'T TURN AROUND!!!" And then the K-PO &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;COOKE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; suddenly join in and Gillian was screaming through the micro-phone.Then we were dismissed and it was english....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;English lame....I HATE YOU MRS LO!!!!!...DOTs was Ok(talked about career guidiance)...Music was fun,we had compose music based on a theme and ours was about "traibal" music with the big drums...ours was nice but Yukie's and Cherlyn's group was better and the nicest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then it was maths...HAIYAh..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FIRST;We got scolding because we said 'HI' to Chelseys friend in another class and he was actualy sitting outside the class looking at us then he was like,"Do you want to join their class?No right?If you want you can stay in that class the whole day.Don't do that to your friends as you will distract them from their studies,thats why I told you to tell your friends not to wave at you." and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THEN; In the class he told us that our class had OFFICIALLY been blacklisted as one of/the worst class in the school. Its Mrs Lo's fault!!Just because we sit sideways,she scolds us,just because we talk back when we are actualy defending ourselves,she scold us.JUST THAT FEW GILRS SENT TO MRS LOONG (Vice-P) THE WHOLE CLASS GETS BLACKLISTED!! WHAT ABOUT THOSE INNOCENT ONES???(although I'm not one of them) And he said,"Now whatever you say to the teachers which is true,they might not believe you,they just remember you as 'Blacklisted'" . THOSE FEW WORDS HAD PARTIALLY RUINED MY YEAR OF TRYING TO START PERFECTION!!!...I feel so brought down...know what I mean?Science OK lah,can concentrate,learnt more about Electricity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I thank God for my friends (Joanna,Celeste,Nastasiah,Genevieve,Millicent,Chelsey,Yoko) that they are the ones who had saved half my day by making me feel so great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then I went home and my mum scolded me because I have not done any effort to save money and she got really angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;C isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-98710552658222935?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/98710552658222935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=98710552658222935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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like...Home Economics and I was doing theory...so we were like doing a quiz while the other half of the class was in the kitchen doing "Sheperds Pie" (though next week I will be doing hamburgers ^.^) and I was told to stand 'cos I didn't bring my workbook...so I was like whatever while we were watching this stupid cartoon called "Nutrition Land"...zZzZz...after that we had to explain about these 9 different types of SERIOUSLY DELICIOUS FOOD...and my stomach was like growling...and then after that the bell rang and it was maths class (Mr TAN!!!!!) and he was like waiting sitting outside looking all akward-ish and he was wearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;which means he is some what "HURT" because of our class...he always kept on saying how other classes are better than us and how we are so irresponsible and how he went to SCGS and the girls there are way better than us and we were like,"MR TAN YOU LIKE THEM SO MUCH YOU GO TEACH THERE LAH!" then the class was like 'YA LOH!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Intermish-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mr Tan is not a strict teacher (so far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He's my maths teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He's actualy the sporty kind of teacher and he is the only teacher who is not THAT boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;{Can't believe I'm saying this -_-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Most people says he's a pervert but I don't want to believe in that actualy but I don't know I shouldn't even be talking about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~STUDY~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Intermish over-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway...he ignored our comments and went on with the lesson...Laws of Indices...we were at the fourth law and usualy he calls out people and do stuff at the board and walks around insulting people (maybe to you not insults but to me it is...) then mathsmathsmaths blahblahblah yadayadayada...RECESS!!!!!!! eateateat talktalktalk runrunrun then science and then Mother Tounge where there was a test.A composition and I was like Haaaaaaa.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After than assembly where these senoirs showed us their work experience in a tution centre,a zoo and the ways of a lawyer.Then we had House meeting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fearon Is YELLOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So then we wnet to the Performing Arts Studio for the meeting and it was meant for voting our...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;1)House Captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;2)Treasurer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3)Logistic I/C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;4)Cheerleading Captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5)Sports Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I voted Nadirah for Cheerleading captain MUAHAHHAHAHA....and then Mr Ang I tell you ah...Our house master and he's SUPER WEIRD and not in a humour kind of way okay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Seriously he a weird guy and I really don't want to go into details...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So then votevotevote talktalktalk sabosabosabo...then they ask everyone to pay $2 to the class house rep(One of them is me!) Then they said all sec 1 and sec 2 house rep's go there so I was like so blur and I went to the sec 1 corner then I was like eh?? Then Nadirah was like calling me so i was like 'huh? oh!' Then I walk there then Ms Yati was like 'We have found the Sec 2 level Rep,this blur queen here,whats your name?' Then I was like 'HA???WHAT????I mean...Mariah...' Then blahblahblah then go home...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-8870223466170537381?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/8870223466170537381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=8870223466170537381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8870223466170537381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/8870223466170537381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day...'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-9147911558072395784</id><published>2007-01-30T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:27:59.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>booring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well...Nothing much as usual I have mass stretch in the morning.I kinda hate mass stretch because its kinda lame...jumping jacks...run here and there...after that donno what they they say...but the Sec2s very enthu...^_^...then the Mr Tan walk here walk there,see see...donno what he see us do I also don't wanna know...during english do compo corrections...literature must do scrap page but its kinda fun...its like a scrap book...only its about one of the chapters in 'Red sky in the morning.Maths nothing much...learn 1st and 2nd law of indides... laugh here laugh there...after that sec 2 lunch...go outside shop and ate chocolate/sprite...come back school got IH(integrated humanities a.k.a Geo+history) then PRODOTS (Professional Daughters Of Tomorrow) Mr Tan making us laugh again...then go home with Yoko...and here I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And thats my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ZzZzzzZzZzZzZZz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-9147911558072395784?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/9147911558072395784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=9147911558072395784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/9147911558072395784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/9147911558072395784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/01/booring.html' title='booring'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-6268022425779118740</id><published>2007-01-27T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:26:15.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey everyone I'm sorry I have not been posting. A lot of stuff and studying (can you believe that?) and so I'll just give a brief summary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another one of my aunts wedding (her 2nd wedding in fast) to a Holland guy...Quite friendly though...More studying T_T...Trying to bond with my friends because we're not all in the same class unfortunetely (yes its my 'Baka Family' see also the baka family blog on my links)...More Mapling (I LOVE MAPLESTORY!!!!!!!!)...actually not much I can say...its so boring that I can't remember the last 3 weeks...BUT...on friday morning (26/1/07) at about 2am I actualy woke up and VOMITED my whole dinner into the sink...It was sure to be indigestion because it felt like it...that morning I also had a slight fever untl my temperature was 37.8 degrees...the whole morning I slept in the general office on a sofa...the reason I came to school was because I had a science test and I so didn't want to miss it because the marks won't be counted when I retake it...So I slept like a hog on the sofa...it was a little uncomfortable actualy but I was told that I couldn't immediately take the test...it has to be at 10.35am when my class was taking it...but I still did it in the office...it was quite easy...it was just about molecules (1st chapter) and then when I passed it up to the clerk at the counter when I noticed a large envelope with a container in it...I gave the paper to her and she told me to take the envelope...then I was like huh?...so I just took it and I was given permission to go to the canteen (unfortunately my friends recesses were over) I sat at the back of the canteen where there was nobody then...I took the container out...it was 'chawanmushi'(a Japanese egg tofu thing with crab slices and mushroom-taste a little like miso soup) imediately I knew who it was from until I saw a note stuck to the back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dear Mariah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Please x100 x100 x100 take care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;P.S DO not eat chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Zan and Chels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I was like hahahahahahahahaha...so sweet...CHOMP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12 PM THEN WENT HOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with mummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;muahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go home sleep...eat pill...vomit some more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sleep...play comp (hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;THEN RIGHT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AT NIGHT I HEALED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then eat pizza...YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-6268022425779118740?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/6268022425779118740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;On Saturday was my Aunt Ruzi's wedding...SHE'S SOOOO PREEEETTYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She's been pretty all her life...=_="'...Saturday was the wedding propasing thingy which i was late for...i came at night but i saw a glimpse of her when she went upstairs...she wore a prety white wedding dress...^_^and her husband is like ...okok lah not like im insulting him...ok nevermind...I DON'T HATE YOU MY NEW UNCLE....so Sunday i came at like....12pm...guess what?...I was too early...-_-...so i like hung around the playground(By the way is for under 12 but i had so much fun there...^_^) at 1pm my cousins came and the one from Australia who came just for this wedding...(and also for holidays)...so while waiting me and my cousins like played and stuff...i was kinds observing the elder brothers from Australia,Danny and Herwin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;they looked soooo diffrent since 10 years ago when i went to Melbourne...kinda good looking actually but ANYWAY!!! I was actualy one of the bridesmaid...so i wore this white dress thing and flowers in my hair (i still keep it...&gt;.&lt;) and i folowed the bridegroom to the podium thingy and stood beside the bride with the other cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; looking "preety".Then after the ceremonail thingy which was long and i didn't want to get into details...so like afterwards the bride and groom went upstairs into the brides house (i saw it an it was so nice man!) and so i changed into my casual clothes and realised that my dad's best friend's son left when i was just about to want to LOOK at him...T_T...he looks kinda cute actualy...his dad was ACTUALY SO ANNOYING!! You know what he says EVERYTIME  i MEET HIM HE SAYS,Hey Aiyesha,Munir over there,you go talk to him lah,here i give you his number..." I was like what the hell lah...I like him and actualy i want his number but its like saying i wana marry him or what (you know what i mean right?) so i like ignore lah then i leave him and my dad laughing at me...one hour later the married couple came down in blue wedding suits to tell the speeches and cut the cake and it happens to be the groom's mother's birthday.lool. So...after much talking and eating (burp!) it was time to clean up everything, yables chairs food rubbish.......then we brought home some food and i just slept...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-2086740334133854833?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/2086740334133854833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=2086740334133854833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2086740334133854833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/2086740334133854833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/01/bibik-ruzis-wedding.html' title='Bibik Ruzi&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-1706861823640096293</id><published>2007-01-03T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:37:27.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay i havent been on the blog and updating...but its because i have been playing maple for 5 straight weeks.Still my lvl so low...aaaaniwayyy...I went to Sentosa for NEW YEARS DAY...AND IT WAS SO FREAKING CROWDED...but i got in without problem.1st we went to the Underwater world where i saw like...some freakiy huge spider crabs and these realle pinky jellyfish and some HUGE seabass and aligator fish and these fish which look like HUGE STONE FISH...some things i never seen before...i=and i touched a STINGRAY(not the one which killed Steve Irwin...) and it was like so soft and i felt a little guilty because i ate this stingray with chili the day be fore...so guilty...but only a little.Then there was some little sharks.After that i went to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Delifrance and i had this turkey sandwich with BRIE CHEESE!! yummyyummyyummyyummy....and it was next to Siloso Beach...But i went to Palwan beach instead because it was next to the dolphin lagoon...when i was there i was like playing in the sea n i could actualy swim better and it was because i was in salt water and stuff...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so me and my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and my little brother played while my mum relaxed on the beach mat under a tree and it was so relaxing for her...listening to music and reading a magazine. So then at 5pm we had to stop so that we could watch the dolphins at the lagoon...THE DOLPHINS ARE SO DAMN CUTE I TELL YA!!! And they showed us some dolphin tricks...they can really jump high up and like catch a ball and stuff...and the coach was like riding on the dolphin like some sort of skiis...its was really cool and the dolphins had a race from one end to the other...shooo cool...they were so fast it was over before we knew it and all 3 dolphins actually came in 1st at THE SAME TIME!! It was like...WHOA!...So then there were some voulenteers to go into the water and play with them..and the dolphins kissed them...CUTE-MUCH...so then after awhile it finished and we actually could take photos with the dolphins but we couldnt...i didnt mind aniway so we went back to Vivo City where we ate dinner at "Fig and Olive"...I ate this bacon beef spaghetti and then my parents randomly said..."Do you want to watch a movie?" I was like "yeah!!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So we went to the cinema place and bought tickets...the 9pm movie was totaly full..(T_T) so we watched the 11.30pm show...while that we were like walking ALL AROUND the place and it was tiring 'cus its like BIG...so my mum bought a sweater from 'giordano' and i bought my school bag from 'Zinc' ...and like 1hr before the movie we went outside at harbour front and i ended up sleeping on the bench so i didnt know what was going on...and it felt like a little while until i woke up...i found it quie comfortable actually..-_-...so i was like..."mum im s-s-s-oo-oo C-C-OOOL-D-D!! so my mum and I kinda "shared the sweater" and it became a little warmer as the movie started...(We were watching "Night At The Museum by the way)...soooooooooo funny i think ya'll should know that...when the movie ended it was like 1.30am and we took a taxi home (of course) and i slept at like 2.30am...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-1706861823640096293?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/1706861823640096293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38021843&amp;postID=1706861823640096293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1706861823640096293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38021843/posts/default/1706861823640096293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/2007/01/sentosa.html' title='sentosa'/><author><name>Ria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12181603088968641772</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-38021843.post-270630957176567035</id><published>2006-12-17T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:35:40.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Shopping Walk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today me and my family went to Vivo City...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its my first time lah...so crowded there...T.T...but it was so biiiiig!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And super cold...there were so many stores that i always loved and always buy from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO MANY PLACES and so little time...the restaurants were so big (some small) and all smelt so delicious from the kitchen...i was suprised that i saw BEN AND JERRY'S ...i wanted it so much!!!!!!! but nooooo...my parents were like...not now! its to expensive...T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That time i was famished...it was such a loooong bus ride...of course who wouldnt wana eat right? so then from bottom to top i looked around and there were so much to see...there was a mini pool on top where some kids played around in they're clothes...(I actualy went there to see the cruise liner that was resting) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;GUESS,TIMBERLAND,TOYS"R"US,ADIDAS,COACH,CHARLES AND KEITH...so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanted to find a CD store to see the Hannah Monatana CD.But then my dad said we should go Harbour front mall and eat at BANQUET...until i saw "NEW YORK PIZZA"...my mum said that her friend recomemended to eat the pizza...I SO TOTALY WANTED IT...so my mum was like..."OK...but 1 slice each..." so i ordered "Manhattan Pizza" it had tune/crab/capsicum and of course no pizza is complete without...MOZZARELLA CHEESE...when i ordered there was this triangular box thing where the counter lady was writting our orders...i was like...wad the heck are those huge boxes for? then when the pizza was ready...it hit mii like a hammer (seriously).. cus those huge boxes bigger than the diameter of your own head...O.O...i'm serious...and the taste is like so...WHOA!!!!! and from $3-$7 CELESTE YOU SHOULD TOTALY TRY IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So anyway after that we went to banquet for like...a proper lunch so my mum and i ate this friend hor fun thingy and my dad ate chicken chop and my lil bro ate this huge spring roll thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wasnt totaly full but i didnt wana use all of the money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;After that we went Orchard to go Takashimaya...i wanted to spend my $20 gift voucher that my uncle gave me on my birthday...^.^...it took me a REALLY long time because there were so many things like skirts,shirts,slippers,bags,and so on...but in the end i bought a wallet from "stefani"...not a very famous brand but still good...$27...my mum covered up the $7...aaand after much more walking around...we finaly went home...and immediately dozed offff....ZzZzZzZZzZzzZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-270630957176567035?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38021843.post-116618009429978186</id><published>2006-12-15T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T02:54:54.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas maple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/438/3434/1600/182966/Maple0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/438/3434/320/930507/Maple0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Not much but for 3 days I've been playing MapleStory ..as usual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;BUT..there's something new...for christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;theres a few trees that are free for us to use(its an event map so no one can actualy steal your stuff...) the huge christmas fir trees we can decorate with absolutely anything...And this is one of my photo's that i took with some of my freinds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;(if you would like to see more you can go to my maple blog &lt;a href="http://www.maplex-story-rox.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.maplex-story-rox.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(sorry if its to small...u can zoom in to see what im saying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-116618009429978186?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/116618009429978186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Not much today but my dad just came home from 2 days of work with no sleep...since this IS the morning there's nothing much to write about...I'll like...tell you more about my day a lil later...kk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;haha u should know i'd spend the day mapling...^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but theres bound to be some thing interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-116605539574639534?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com/feeds/116605539574639534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;These school holidays are like sooo boring...but at least i can play maplestory more....^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm like so changing a lil...cus i feel more quiet and less happy and active...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(wait...i was never active...=.=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LIST OF NEW INTERESTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE(actualy i liked them last year...but i like them more now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ALL AMERICAN REJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MY BROTHER????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RAIN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CARTOON NETWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GUYS....SOME....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FISHING ILEGALY AT THE PARK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MORE KITTIES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and other stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WHOOPS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GOTA RUN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ciao...&gt;.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38021843-116600247726384430?l=the-daily-blahx.blogspot.com' 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