<?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-482473204457995092</id><updated>2012-02-11T09:11:19.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sartay.</title><subtitle type='html'>hello.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tan Jing Tao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hk5hY4L0yBg/TQYBnL5d-iI/AAAAAAAACgk/jMtQK0OW-KQ/S220/IMG_0450_flip.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-2456301704933562989</id><published>2012-01-08T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:19:34.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;I have been hit with the realization that I should enjoy my days as a student, because when I start working I will not be able to do all the things I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also I have been suffering from writer's block recently. Can't write a single song without throwing my guitar on the floor and walking off in huff.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if it's a mental block or I'm just losing my mojo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway life's been pretty dreary so far, yes, several sightings of cute guys but none with which I can see a future happening (I am pretty far-sighted, indeed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a more interesting week than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall I post a picture depicting my life right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i guess I shall.&lt;br /&gt;Interpret freely, children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoSjAibYjNo/TwlDM7PyjgI/AAAAAAAAAoo/455kMuzSmpQ/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695157093128113666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2456301704933562989?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2456301704933562989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2456301704933562989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2456301704933562989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2456301704933562989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2012/01/mundanity.html' title='Mundanity.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoSjAibYjNo/TwlDM7PyjgI/AAAAAAAAAoo/455kMuzSmpQ/s72-c/IMG_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-7448594806536462287</id><published>2011-12-13T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:19:15.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me.</title><content type='html'>I look back at all the texts, all the pictures, all the videos, all the memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people who loved and cared for me, and I them..&lt;br /&gt;"Indispensable!" they'd cry.&lt;br /&gt;"Irreplaceable!" they'd say.&lt;br /&gt;"Forever friends." I'd agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where did it all go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so much yearning for what used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all go wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-7448594806536462287?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7448594806536462287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7448594806536462287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7448594806536462287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7448594806536462287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/12/hit-me.html' title='Hit me.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4710540598313758317</id><published>2011-09-01T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:10:12.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hahaha surprisingly, i feel like Facebook isnt enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It doesnt connect me enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dont know what else to do with my time online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Should i not go online and find other things to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I go online out of habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But is there something else i could be doing other than surfing the Internet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Since all i ever do is MSN, Skype, FAcebook, check my email, update my Looklet, and sometimes watch Youtube videos and look through some cooking blogs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;usually i have dramas/animes/movies i want to watch, but somehow now i think ive watched enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;time to read a book (ironically, since the only reason i was looking forward to midsem break was so i could NOT read text... lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;anyhow, reading a textbook vs reading a storybook,,,there's a great difference between the two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-4710540598313758317?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4710540598313758317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4710540598313758317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4710540598313758317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4710540598313758317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-enough.html' title='not enough.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-2887961192979518362</id><published>2011-08-12T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:34:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love? meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, this is coming from the TRES single person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;=D single all my life and not regretting it so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I mean how can you regret being single right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Apparently when you fall in love it gets even better!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sure sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I believe that, truly I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Though i must say, I am a genius for being able to write cheesy love songs eventhough I havent truly fallen in love before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Unless you count my Oguri Shun, Kpop bands, and Mizushima Hiro crushes as my past love r/s.. which i dont think you can because it was purely and obviously unrequited love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BUT MANN I LOVE MIZU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;neways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's so tiring to watch what I eat everyday. I have to think like "ooh cant eat too much carbo" or "oo this has too much sugar". SO ANNOYING. GEEZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DONT CARE LA OKAY IMMA EAT WHATEVER I WANT AND GROW FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHATS UR PROBLEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;STUPID CALORIE COUNT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;guhhhh. its either that or i have to start exercising which i dont plan to do because its COLD OUTSIDE and i already WALK TO UNI AND BACK which in total is about 1 hour and SOOOOO BORING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i like walking i do, just not EVERYDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BLOOOOOOOODY BLOOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yeah blood is bloody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;anyhoos, I guess i will be exercising more often now. -_- half an hour everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;horridness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;thts if i want to be able to eat whatever i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;its either that or i starve myself to death, and become a stick and wear guy clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ohhh heee heeeh eeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MAN I WANNA SHUT MYSELF AWAY FROM THE WORLD AND JUST WATCH DRAMAS AND ANIMES AND MOVIES ETO MY HEART'S CONTENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;how nice it is to not have to socialize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;how nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PEOPLE ARE TIRING ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MAN. IM A PEOPLE PERSON AND IM SAYING THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SSSSSIENNN GILER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;okay u know what i think a bit of ranting in this blog is called for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THIS MAKES ME FEEL SO GOOD. =D just typing out what i feel INSAIIIDDDE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;okay i realise this makes me sound really pathetic and whatnot but oh hey!! surprise, surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nobody cares!! !!! !!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OOOO LAAA LALALALALA. TALALLALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;miao cat miao woof dog woof moo cow moooo. let's seeeeeee.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;if only i had the money i would take up kickboxing and whoop everyone's .... derriere!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i really really want to learn some kind of physical combat la. i need to destress by hitting something... drums would be good too. or the bass. or like.... DANCE. hip hop please no bootay shaking and hip swaying kpop girl dance stuff, i no sexy to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eh i like cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mmm. i should bath now everyone is asleep and its 1:33 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;its just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i havent blogged for so lonG!!!! AND ITS SO NICE TO TYPE CRAP THAT ONLY I WILL BE READING!!! GAAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-2887961192979518362?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2887961192979518362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2887961192979518362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2887961192979518362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2887961192979518362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-meh.html' title='Love? meh.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-4265483496808049140</id><published>2011-08-12T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:22:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear Youth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh Dear Youth,&lt;br /&gt;Where hast thou gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I look back fondly at the past, with nothing but the yearning to turn back time and the feeling of wistfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i reached 15 ive been wanting to be 5 YO. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trollll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University is pretty much the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;in a bad way. literally. Like a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;And i hate how i get so emo. Last time my emo-ness never lasted long.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im going to be real random and rant all i want.&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;this is my blog okay.&lt;br /&gt;my personal public place on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;i can do wtv i want on it so bugger off if you dont like reading my posts. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh lor. seriously what is with him? it's like he gets along well with everyone other than me. Ive never even done anything to him before. he acts like im not there, he makes it clear that he communicates well with everyone and wants to talk to everyone but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, GOOD JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i am restraining myself from cursing. I always do it in my head but im trying not to make it a habit because sooner or later it will come out of the mouth and i dont want that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the HAY his problem is but if he is going to continue to be like that, I will..... PRAY FOR HIM.&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;STUPID DEVIL, U CANT GET AWAY WITH THIS. HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, work is stressing me out because i have no idea whats going on at least 100% of the time. (at least being an understatement)&lt;br /&gt;but hopefully after this weekend which i officially name "Enlightening Weekend" - as they say, children always live up to their names, im thinking this counts for weekends as well- though i doubt id be able to "up" my knowledge level in about two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL HEY HEY HEY NOW, nothing is impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about my CF, Im thinking of not going for it for a while, because I feel like im not integrating and not needed as a PERSON, but rather just for the numbers. It's like im not appreciated there. and EVERYONE wants to be appreciated (no matter how much you try to deny it, everyone deep down inside yearns acceptance. EVen the non-conformists seek acceptance amongst each other, no?). Meanwhile I will find my niche and my role elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone there can get along just fine without me,I see no reason for my being there.&lt;br /&gt;CF-hopping begin!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no shame, even.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like im skipping it though, its more like Im venturing out and visiting other CFs to see what they have to offer me.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile id better make sure I do my QT consistently..... eeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still trying to figure out what is the most conducive atmosphere for me to study.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i think id better stop buying clothes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;nahh. haahha! clothes here are too nice. and im planning to buy heels!! =D eventhough i prolly wont wear them, its just nice to have heels available in YOUR SIZE and not one size SMALLER because they ran out of FREAKING STOCK.&lt;br /&gt;SEriously Malaysia, be more considerate of the bigger sized people who are born in your country, and dont sell everything in XXS, you have no appreciation for the variety and diversity of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways. I have to wake up in 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why im still awake.&lt;br /&gt;im always awake when its not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;geez SARAH.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&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/482473204457995092-4265483496808049140?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4265483496808049140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4265483496808049140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4265483496808049140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4265483496808049140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-dear-youth.html' title='Oh Dear Youth.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-1619558482086097435</id><published>2011-07-04T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:48:15.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Words Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cognitive : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Def: of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;pertaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/the"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;mental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;processes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/perception"&gt;perception&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;, &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;memory,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;judgment,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;reasoning,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;contrasted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;volitional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epistemological:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Def: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he branch of philosophy that studies the nature of knowledge, its presuppositions and foundations, and its extent and validity.&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inaugurate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;def: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;To induct into office by a formal ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coup d'etat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;def: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he sudden overthrow of a government by a usually small group of persons in or previously in positions of authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fait accompli:&lt;br /&gt;def: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An accomplished, presumably irreversible deed or fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De facto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usurpation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seceded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;municipal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repudiated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab initio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tacit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-1619558482086097435?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1619558482086097435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1619558482086097435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1619558482086097435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1619558482086097435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-words-part-2.html' title='Big Words Part 2'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2531384303130211258</id><published>2011-07-01T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:53:25.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Words Part 1</title><content type='html'>Introducing my HOPEFULLY consistent posts about words I don't usually use in daily life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Positivism &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Def: A doctrine contending that sense perceptions are the only admissible basis of human knowledge and precise thought.&lt;br /&gt;How to use: The concept of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positivism &lt;/span&gt;was much contended by many philosophers in law, especially those that believed that law was originally created by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Axiomatic &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Def: obvious and not needing to be proved; self-evident and unquestionable&lt;br /&gt;How to use: It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;axiomatic &lt;/span&gt;that English teachers themselves should know enough about how to use grammar effectively before they can be deemed as capable of teaching children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coercive &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Def: (from coerce)  To force to act or think in a certain way by use of pressure, threats, or intimidation.&lt;br /&gt;How to use: People who use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coercive &lt;/span&gt;force to gain followers are not fit to be called a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presupposed &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Def: Tacitly assume at the beginning of a line of argument or course of action that something is the case&lt;br /&gt;How to use: In this course, it is presupposed that people who enrolled would have a basic knowledge of the tea ceremony and its history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT'S ALL FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;whew just four new words is making me feel dizzy gahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2531384303130211258?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2531384303130211258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2531384303130211258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2531384303130211258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2531384303130211258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-words-part-1.html' title='Big Words Part 1'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6900281293068893548</id><published>2011-06-16T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:24:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duddeeeee</title><content type='html'>Exams on the horizon.. no in fact, its around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;no IN FACT, its tmr.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;why am i online!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE INTERNET SOMETIMES, it's so distracting. i wish i could mug and absorb like some kinda sponge from outer universe. bleoogaefgiafiaomk.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I thought I was being pretty up to date with my studies this semester but i think i mdoing it the wrong way if i dont even rmbr what my notes were about... -_- time for an overhaul of studying habits and methods..&lt;br /&gt;next sem imma try something new.&lt;br /&gt;like... doing class preparation one week before class. and then reviewing? (probably iwll never have time for that. so okay no reviewing) and spending heaps n heaps of time on the readings, just as long as i understand it, its okay if im slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(darn it i can foresee a future of no social life for me next sem)&lt;br /&gt;but this i sthe only sem with five subjects so im cool.&lt;br /&gt;besides i have two days off each week next sem&lt;br /&gt;i could work part time on one day n the other day (friday) i can bum around since my sundays are used to study at the ASB with friends.&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay u know what, i actually shud be focusing on how to pass my exams FIRST before dayfreaming and planning for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6900281293068893548?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6900281293068893548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6900281293068893548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6900281293068893548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6900281293068893548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/06/duddeeeee.html' title='Duddeeeee'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6717276511316529441</id><published>2011-04-19T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:22:13.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>young love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to act like grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet somebody and they think they've found 'THE ONE'. *Scoffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how often do you meet childhood sweethearts who marry afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;Geez man, grow up.&lt;br /&gt;No relationship can be THAT serious if you're under 20. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;He might be your world, infused into your every breath, he may be your life support NOW, but trust me. it's all going to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont go dreaming and hoping and expecting things that in the end will only let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Not being a cynic. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6717276511316529441?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6717276511316529441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6717276511316529441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6717276511316529441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6717276511316529441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2011/04/young-love.html' title='young love.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-4999544911196342751</id><published>2010-12-27T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:59:38.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vocab</title><content type='html'>finesse??? SCATHING???? SOMETIMES I DONT KNOW WHERE THESE WORDS COME FROM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I eat fusion food, my english just gets weird. i use words i dont usually use, and words i didnt know i was capable of using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew i smell mosquito spray. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to flee this horrible smellllllllll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4999544911196342751?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4999544911196342751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4999544911196342751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4999544911196342751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4999544911196342751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/12/vocab.html' title='vocab'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-1655902224576517987</id><published>2010-12-24T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:43:27.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>People grow apart. It's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I lived in a fairytale. "BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!" I said, really meaning it. I even thought it'd carry through. With all my heart, I wanted for it to last. But it ended. We grew apart, went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;No bitter feelings. Just the slightly awkward atmosphere when we accidentally meet, having that awareness of how much we've missed out on each others' lives and how close we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it happen?&lt;br /&gt;What makes it happen?&lt;br /&gt;Life, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesnt mean that I foresee the ending of any friendship I start. I just reluctantly know somewhere at the back of my mind, that there will be a time when we can no longer be how we used to be. So all I can do is cherish what we have here and now, and hope for the best. I may not be an optimist, but I see the best in everything only when it is worth it. I am aware of the possible future disappointments, but I do not see it as predetermined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, that is all we have left to hold on to. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random interjection: When did my posts EVER get so wordy and....intense? GEEZ. GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN ALL I USED TO POST ABOUT WAS FLYING PIGS AND GRAZING COWS. Sigh. I miss those days. But trust me, they're probably around corner. I can never stay down too long. What's got me worried is the LENGTH of the time I can stay my depressed and withdrawn self before I finally return to happy ol' me. I  think this is where I pick up the Bible and start doing some REAL reading. =/ Oh help me, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Ive just lost any motivation I earlier had to drone on about life and its mishaps and its misfortunes. Sometimes it just gets too depressing. It's CHRISTMAS FOR GOODNESS' SAKES. LIGHTEN UP. (sorry, talking to myself) So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I cant understand why church groups have cliques. I know there's this thing where some people click better with some than they do with others but do they SERIOUSLY have to shove it in everyone's faces by posting it on my Facebook wall complete with sickeningly cliche captions?! Come ONNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to wring a chicken's neck and then cut it off and then roast it in pure anger sauce and garnish it with furious herbs and serve it on an impassioned plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU TOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-1655902224576517987?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1655902224576517987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1655902224576517987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1655902224576517987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1655902224576517987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4888544699605299192</id><published>2010-12-22T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:49:16.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Serving of Pessimism, Please.</title><content type='html'>I'd never thought I'd change.&lt;br /&gt;But Ive come to realize that, well, I''ve changed. O.O&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, Ive just become an exaggerated version of myself back in secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that now I have one more characteristic to add to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Im rather pessimistic now.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, pessimistic not to others, but only about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is full of disappointments and unfairness.&lt;br /&gt;I think love is stupid and a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I think friendship is fake and unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may think I sound like a TOTAL wet blanket, you should try thinking through every single one of the statements Ive just said. Surely you've been at a stage in your life when you thought the very same. I didnt ask to be like this. I started off as an optimistic person, but as you get older, things get more complicated. People of this world corrupt your child-like mind, challenge your faith, look down on your beliefs. You become more guarded and wary, less open-minded and trusting. The world does these kind of things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start to reprimand me for only adding to the despair in the world, let me tell you why it is better being pessimistic. First off:&lt;br /&gt;1. You are less likely to get disappointed. - and when you are less likely to get disappointed, you actually become a happier person. When you have all that negative mentality in your life, when something good comes your way, you tend to appreciate it more. On the other hand, if you were brimming over with optimism and troubles and struggles came your way, you would most likely be wearied and depressed because these obstacles seem major to you, when to a pessimistic person it would be a normal thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly:&lt;br /&gt;2. You think more rationally. -Rather than being up in the clouds, always hoping and wishing for the best, being pessimistic actually brings you down to earth and plants your feet on the ground. You rationalize. You think logically. You dont set up for yourself an idealistic playground world where unicorns play and rainbows are found everyday. You tend to think more carefully, and learn how to prepare yourself for foreseeable situations. Hence, you are better off in life. If you just take everything as it goes and have a happy-go-lucky attitude, you will be unprepared for the hits and disappointments you will face in the future, and trust me, life is full of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly:&lt;br /&gt;3. Being pessimistic does not mean you have to look like Scrooge. Nor does it mean you have to go around dissing everyone's hopes and dreams. See, that's just a stereotype. A pessimistic person can still be happy. A pessimistic person can still laugh and play. Let's just say we're probably a bit more stable and firm-minded then optimists. No offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Just a little (or not so little) blather and a rather serious-toned post on why pessimists &gt; optimists. Sadly for us, optimists are liked better, probably because some people think their overly bright and cheery attitudes could rub off them if they stayed close for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;pish-posh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4888544699605299192?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4888544699605299192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4888544699605299192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4888544699605299192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4888544699605299192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-serving-of-pessimism-please.html' title='One Serving of Pessimism, Please.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8452931710953399817</id><published>2010-12-22T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:28:30.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat jokes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At some point, we've probably been made the object of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you're Asian, you're probably worst off if your fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And who am I to say anything on this  topic? Why, a fat person of course. Yep. Im fat. Been fat my whole life. Not obese, but rather, chubby bordering rather fat. Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls reading this would probably start vehemently denying my fatness, but boys would probably nod in agreement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fact is, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I just want to talk a little bit on fat jokes. Okay. So. You're thin. I see. And I'm fat? I see that too.  Does this give you the right to make fun of my size? Yes? No? NO. That's the answer. Do I need a reason? Yes? No? NO. Absolutely not. No one ever gave you a ticket that has "Permission to Insult Fat People" printed on it. No one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, you may know MANY fat people who just laugh along with the fat jokes you constantly make about them, the repeated teasing and insulting. "They should be used to it," you think. Does anybody get used to people stabbing them in the side? I dont think so. Would you like to prove me wrong? Go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thing is, fat people NEVER get used to fat jokes. Fat people are just too polite to tell you off and slap you one in the face. (Though I believe there are some frank fat people out there who would just ask you to suck it.) See, people would think that we were being overly sensitive if we reacted angrily to your fat jokes. Are we being overly sensitive? Yes? No? HMM. LET'S SEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOW ABOUT NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geez. I cant BELIEVE some people out there. Hypocrites, really. Not that Im not one myself, but at least I'll readily admit it. They put on a facade, a mask. They act all snivelly and simpery and nice to the people that benefits them. Oh. Chyeah, I mean, that's how you live a life of holiness and sincerity. Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for me, I wouldnt say Ive gotten used to fat jokes. I feel a pang of hurt, a moment of annoyance - just like when a fly refuses to get out of your face- and then after that, Ill return to my normal self. Because if I were to dwell on every single fat joke directed at me, and pine away in sorrow and grief over it, Id be a withered skeleton in the desert, being pecked at by vultures by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yeah, people. Fat people do move on. Maybe some don't care. But some might. Some might take it to heart. Some might take it to death. So just because the fat ones you know seem to act like they dont give a hoot about the jokes you make about their fatness, doesnt mean you should go on making those jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Try and stop and think for a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Use that useless noggin' of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Put your rusty brain and its gears to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop making fat jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get over yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You aren't funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-8452931710953399817?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8452931710953399817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8452931710953399817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8452931710953399817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8452931710953399817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/12/fat-jokes.html' title='Fat jokes.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2882427713800059075</id><published>2010-10-23T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:10:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If i see ONE MORE TIME, just ONE MORE TIME, someone calling someone else their "BI" i SWEAR I WILL PUNCH THAT PERSON IN THE FACe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHY "BI"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHY ARE YOU CALLING UR OTHER HALF "BUSINESS INTELLIGENCE?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OR "BRAIN IMPAIRED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OR "BANANA ICECREAM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT IS UR INTENTION IN CALLING THEM SOMETHING WHEN COMBINED WITH ANOTEHR WORD MEANS "TWO-SOMETHING?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HELLO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ARE YOU STUPID?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;At the very LEAST choose something like sweet snuggabums or cuppycake chups or SOMETHING. just not "boo" or "bi" OKAY?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;COS ONLY BLACK PEOPLE CAN USE THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;IN SONGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;SO U CHINESE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;U SHUT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;little things like this really tick me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;dont ask me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im just a wild.....impulsive...nitpicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;bi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/482473204457995092-2882427713800059075?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2882427713800059075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2882427713800059075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2882427713800059075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2882427713800059075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/10/damit.html' title='DAMIT'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2539231323875217153</id><published>2010-09-04T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:36:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend is a Gumiho - MY OPINION. (내 여자 친구를 gumiho입니다)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/TIH2blS85oI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/XXxyG0vuyCc/s1600/My-Girlfriend-is-a-Gumiho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/TIH2blS85oI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/XXxyG0vuyCc/s320/My-Girlfriend-is-a-Gumiho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512958372606699138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" id="result_box" class="short_text"  &gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;특별 드라마!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" id="result_box" class="short_text"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title=""&gt;정말 좋아&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;그것은 최고예요!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" id="result_box" class="short_text"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title=""&gt;왜?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Unlike other dramas, the main female character is clear about her feelings, the gumiho CONSTANTLY tells Dae Woong (woong ah) that she likes him. There is no ambiguity, and you can feel the innocence and pure sincerity RADIATING from Min Ah. I mean the gumiho. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seung Gi did a good job of acting. While he is NOT in the clear of being a good guy, he can make you hate him or love him. The very fact that he can stir the audience's emotions towards him proves that he is doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The story line is DEFINITELY interesting. Despite the blatant advertising of other brands (LOL), the plot is smooth-flowing and interesting, never dragging (almost, sometimes) and most of the time, keeps us on our toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this opportunity to say a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" id="result_box" class="short_text"  &gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;감사합니다 to all the MGIAG subbers out there, you guys are AMAZING!!!! Really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT EPISODE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AAAAA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" id="result_box" class="short_text"  &gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2539231323875217153?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2539231323875217153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2539231323875217153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2539231323875217153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2539231323875217153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-girlfriend-is-gumiho-my-opinion.html' title='My Girlfriend is a Gumiho - MY OPINION. (내 여자 친구를 gumiho입니다)'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/TIH2blS85oI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/XXxyG0vuyCc/s72-c/My-Girlfriend-is-a-Gumiho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-5648029993535591622</id><published>2010-08-15T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:17:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early birthday wish list LOLOLOL</title><content type='html'>1. Good quality headphones for that surround sound effect.&lt;br /&gt;2. Two eyeliner pencils. I really want to go gothic.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dye my hair and get a boy-cut.&lt;br /&gt;4. AS MANY VINTAGE T-SHIRTS AS I CAN GET. (those that can be worn with tights. long and loose FTW)&lt;br /&gt;5.  iPod. I need it. I have too many songs for a phone.&lt;br /&gt;6. FAKE doc marten boots/ one-colored sneakers preferably in green or red&lt;br /&gt;7. DSLR (amateur type....im still learning. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Reasonably big-sized Giraffe/ tiger plushie toy. SOFT N CUDDLYYY Mmm mm MM!  Me wants lion toy but so far all the ones ive seen have been a total disgrace to the lion pride &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;9. Pierce mai ear. one more taim.&lt;br /&gt;10. Quirky jewelry. Ex: mini camera pendant, owl pendant, robot. Thats what i have so far and im hoping to KEEP IT COMIN. =D  recently bought an animal gold necklace woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bowtie. Never know when im gonna wear it but heck its just fun to own one. GIMME ANY COLOR. okay. maybe not ANY color. Some of you..... would choose something like fluorescent green. *raises eyebrow*&lt;br /&gt;12. FRAMED VINTAGE PICTAHS. BEEG BEEEG.&lt;br /&gt;13. Bohemian -styled clothes&lt;br /&gt;14. Dream-catcher necklace&lt;br /&gt;15. Brown leather wrist bands, complete with studs and strings.&lt;br /&gt;16. Wooden jewelry + Dark-beaded jewelry to go with it&lt;br /&gt;17. Denim vests/ Denim jackets three quarter sleeved&lt;br /&gt;18. Seven packets of glitter of assorted colors, no green pls thank you.&lt;br /&gt;19. quirky things that are either wearable/usable. I hve no use for decorative items ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my my. so far this wishlist is looking pretty expensive. now no one can say they dont know what to get me. &gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-5648029993535591622?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5648029993535591622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5648029993535591622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5648029993535591622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-5025272916772929518?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5025272916772929518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5025272916772929518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5025272916772929518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5025272916772929518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/08/really-sadistic.html' title='Really Sadistic.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-7640357011059389377</id><published>2010-06-30T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:57:40.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sartaysimon Original- Your World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/j0OPAvAn6QY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0OPAvAn6QY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0OPAvAn6QY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" 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type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/06/sartaysimon-original-your-world.html' title='Sartaysimon Original- Your World.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-4640177070219301698</id><published>2010-06-29T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:12:17.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese poem dari aku</title><content type='html'>我闷闷的看着天上的月光.&lt;br /&gt;出现在我的脑海里并不是你,&lt;br /&gt;因为我们彼此之间的距离越来越远.&lt;br /&gt;你不知不觉被代替了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the moon, but did not think of you,&lt;br /&gt;for my  heart was far away, and i was thinking of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks shu pei. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4640177070219301698?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4640177070219301698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4640177070219301698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4640177070219301698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4640177070219301698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/06/chinese-poem-dari-aku.html' title='chinese poem dari aku'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8710738943496655456</id><published>2010-06-17T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:43:27.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satellite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I went everywhere for you,&lt;br /&gt;I even did my hair for you,&lt;br /&gt;I bought new underwear,&lt;br /&gt;they're blue,&lt;br /&gt;And I wore them just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is officially returning to its huge, fluffy state.. Just the other day I plucked out a hair that looked like it did not belong to my head... IT was EXTREMELY curly, and by EXTREMELY curly I mean ... well.. EXTREMELY CURLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having exams atm, dont know why Im blogging when thats the LAST thing I should be doing, but I tend to want to write rubbish during exams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more papers.&lt;br /&gt;Then its freedom.&lt;br /&gt;And saying goodbye to my storage of cash... Eventhough it wasnt that much in the first place.. Its still money. T-T&lt;br /&gt;outings with friends have their downsides, dont they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this blog is kinda dead. i might do something about it. but i may not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8710738943496655456?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8710738943496655456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8710738943496655456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8710738943496655456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8710738943496655456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Satellite.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4545885326247792436</id><published>2010-05-28T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:08:30.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy- Sartay Simon Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha! WATCH PLS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xv67NT1bqaE/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xv67NT1bqaE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xv67NT1bqaE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4545885326247792436?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv67NT1bqaE' title='Jealousy- Sartay Simon Original'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4545885326247792436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4545885326247792436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4545885326247792436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4545885326247792436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/05/jealousy-sartay-simon-original.html' title='Jealousy- Sartay Simon Original'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6524832723429761687</id><published>2010-05-24T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:34:50.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH and</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DARN this blog sure is dead. Oh well. Cant say Im gonna do anything to particularly rectify this conundrum till the hols appear in the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then , adieu mi compendos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compendos? wth does that even mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and lately ive become so blur and dumb i feel like a tree stump.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6524832723429761687?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6524832723429761687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6524832723429761687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6524832723429761687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6524832723429761687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-and.html' title='OH and'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-3559639430861915397</id><published>2010-05-24T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:31:48.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i must go look at this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inbflat.net/"&gt;http://www.inbflat.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-3559639430861915397?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/3559639430861915397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=3559639430861915397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3559639430861915397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3559639430861915397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-must-go-look-at-this.html' title='i must go look at this'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6544396089135350989</id><published>2010-04-03T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:42:47.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I hate it when you ask someone a question.... and they reply like they're ALMOST going to reply you, then they end their sentence with some philosophical phrase or some old grandmother saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's anything wrong with what grandmothers say, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Do you think I'm fat?&lt;br /&gt;Person: At first... I Would have thought that you were... But in the end, "it is the river that flows from the mountain."&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: WaddaHECK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: So how should I solve this problem?&lt;br /&gt;Person: You'd definitely have to take the first step to solve this problem by using your head, Sarah. Like they always say, "The egg that boils first has the last laugh."&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: WHADDAHEY?!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Hey, what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Person: It starts with a 'M', but "goats that laze gets not the rays of sunlight at dawn".&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMPLE #4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Why do you keep ending your sentences with idiotic useless phrases?&lt;br /&gt;Person: It is because....... "The kite that sleeps has not the stew in the pot."&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: GAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. it frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN. PLEASE.&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/482473204457995092-6544396089135350989?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6544396089135350989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6544396089135350989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6544396089135350989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6544396089135350989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/04/frustrating.html' title='frustrating.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-3676082268870474030</id><published>2010-04-03T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:36:45.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I often come here to complain and whine about what I cant do on my FB status, or on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have nothing substantial to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM just annoyed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed. at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being me.&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/482473204457995092-3676082268870474030?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/3676082268870474030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=3676082268870474030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3676082268870474030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3676082268870474030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-194454204732230882</id><published>2010-03-24T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:06:38.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I mustve been so stressed about completing my two assignments due tmr - a 1000-word essay and a 750-word court report- that I exceeded the word limit by writing heaps and heaps of rubbish, and Im not even half-way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT.&lt;br /&gt;On thursday im giving myself a treat. A reward.&lt;br /&gt;when do i ever not, though? ;)&lt;br /&gt;One can never have too many rewards. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. Time's running out.&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/482473204457995092-194454204732230882?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/194454204732230882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=194454204732230882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/194454204732230882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/194454204732230882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/03/yikes.html' title='yikes.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-5972094385096543373</id><published>2010-03-23T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:49:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its tooo late to apologizeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I kept having to apologize to quite a few number of people this week... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I mustve been real irritating this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Maybe it was something I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just hope this wont persist. Apologizing is no easy feat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-5972094385096543373?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5972094385096543373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5972094385096543373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5972094385096543373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5972094385096543373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-tooo-late-to-apologizeee.html' title='its tooo late to apologizeee'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-8902089986629085350</id><published>2010-03-22T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:30:45.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I want a &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt; for a boyfriend, not some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;sissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt; who's gonna jump onto the couch with me, screaming and cowering at the sight of a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; role.  (-___-)&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/482473204457995092-8902089986629085350?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8902089986629085350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8902089986629085350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8902089986629085350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8902089986629085350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/03/man.html' title='A Man.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-7746477757097883019</id><published>2010-03-17T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:41:45.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So I went to the city by myself today to go and observe a local court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was pretty nervous because it was the first time taking a bus myself to Sydney City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Upon arrival, I went crazy snapping photos (as i usually do) and was pretty awed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then I walked randomly around trying to find Downing Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My sense of direction mustve been pretty good because I found it without a map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Went inside and met three ppl from my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Spent the rest of the court visiting session with one of them, ate ice cream, went back to court, went back to uni to continue my last class. Had a class in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Power-walked back home, because I was listening to a fast song. So I had to keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Another thing: I was "racing" with some cute metrosexual Korean guy who smoked on the way home. His smoke was getting into my face and making me annoyed.. I kept making faces and grimacing at him. He mustve seen me. Who cares. &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Another Another thing: It's weird how I become so happy at certain little things like: A couple. Some couples just make you smile, because they're such a unexpected yet perfect match. There's things i like and dont like about couples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Some of them are pretty decent, they dont stick to each other and hang on for dear life like theyre some freaking Siamese twins, or conjoined twins who would die if separated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Some couples make you smile because the chemistry they have between them is undeniable, and sometimes it gives people like me some hope that true love is real (no matter how cheesy it may sound). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Some couples just make you sick. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So yeah,, basically this is all the random stuff in my head that i need to get out. I often like to tell people about my day, eventhough they probably wouldnt like to hear about it, I tell them anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its just something I have to do. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Workload has NOT ceased, but at least Ive finished visiting two courts. One more court on Fri!! Whee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And about friends, Ive been mixing with Vietnamese and China students... Its back to square one because as usual, im the biggest and tallest in the group. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But heck, are Australians short! Even the tall ones arent tall enough for me. Gee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What lies Ive been fed in Malaysia, about being a midget when I go to Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SHORT PEOPLE. pft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rubbish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bebs&amp;amp;bobs (havent said that for a long time.)&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/482473204457995092-7746477757097883019?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7746477757097883019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7746477757097883019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7746477757097883019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7746477757097883019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-hey.html' title='hey hey.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-4840394301749692930</id><published>2010-03-13T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:47:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I read your blogs....</title><content type='html'>TO BE UPDATED ABOUT UR LIFE, not your BOYFRIEND'S LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPRENDO?&lt;br /&gt;Si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty dead seeing as ive been procrastinating my studying and its only the second week, so id better just get started before i procrastinate further and dig my own grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those i didnt say goodbye to...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far classes have been quite okay, and ive been learning alot eventho im still pretty much clueless. Ive been making friends everyday, and Ive forgotten all their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been loaded with homework, and I now have frequent classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been washing my own clothes and preparing my own lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to locate where my tutorials are held and usually end up being late because uni campus is too humongous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's like.... just a few points about whats been happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;Ive just finished watching You're Beautiful drama and am currently in love (again) with Jang Geun Suk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. =/ I dont need a fictitious love in my life.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright im off. My eyelids fail me and are gonna close anytime soon unless i stab myself in the side with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off i go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4840394301749692930?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4840394301749692930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4840394301749692930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4840394301749692930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4840394301749692930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-read-your-blogs.html' title='I read your blogs....'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-1777866163267444704</id><published>2010-03-03T07:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:45:47.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates updates... like anyone reads this anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uni so far has been pretty exciting, quite a pick-up from O-week, i can safely say. Im SLOWLY transitioning to uni life... and the incessant, ENDLESS WALKING. honestly. &gt;=( Why arent I losing any weight?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHY ISNT MY SKIN BECOMING PERDY PERFECT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thats what everyone says happens when u go to aussie. :( liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I made meny meny new friends and Ive got meself a new phone- Nokia E71! WOO HOO! still getting used to it but AM loving it. I need not an mp3 already laaa hahahahaha wahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got hot guys and hot girls here... And everyone seems to be from China DARN WHY CANT I SPEAK CHINESE yeah. But everyone is naise. :) and my classes are so hugeee.. HUGEEE I TELL YOU. I make friends the whole year thru also cannot finish making friends la!!! jinja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss everyone in MAlaysia.. well. When i think about it la. Lol. When i dont think about it the missing doesnt niggle so much... hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone in malaysia, ENJOY URSELvES AND MISS ME! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hehehe &gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TAim to upglade my engreesshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THE FOOD AND THE DAIRY PRODUCTS IN AUSSIE IS LIKE.. EPIC. :O SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EPIC ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jeng. &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/482473204457995092-1777866163267444704?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1777866163267444704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1777866163267444704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1777866163267444704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1777866163267444704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/03/updates-updates-like-anyone-reads-this.html' title='updates updates... like anyone reads this anyway.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-1846730208846376576</id><published>2010-02-26T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:14:22.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog, or not to, AH WADDAHECK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First few days in OZ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I havent made many friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Havent done much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAvent been productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What can I say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;UGH I FEEL SO USELESS HONESTLY &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/482473204457995092-1846730208846376576?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1846730208846376576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1846730208846376576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1846730208846376576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1846730208846376576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-blog-or-not-to-ah-waddaheck.html' title='To blog, or not to, AH WADDAHECK'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4630280321445789284</id><published>2010-02-21T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:39:19.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OZ</title><content type='html'>All I can say is..&lt;br /&gt;THE PLANTS HERE ARE FREAKING BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ACORN TREES.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAt.... that... pink and white and orange flowering tree and the one that look like maroon roses on sticks and winter looking plants and ALLL OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE AIR!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE SIGHTS!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE BUILDINGS AND THE FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its time to see if i will love the people.&lt;br /&gt;jeng jeng jeng. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4630280321445789284?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4630280321445789284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4630280321445789284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4630280321445789284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4630280321445789284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/02/oz.html' title='OZ'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-8764690703348123294</id><published>2010-02-10T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:04:05.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OZ. the land of them kangaroos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So that's where Im heading in... almost two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So why am I not excited about the prospect of going to a foreign land and seeing ang mohs aaallll over the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons would most definitely be because&lt;br /&gt;1. The holidays are going to end. NOOOO. I Was just getting into the routine of being a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have no iPod and therefore will not be able to listen to music as much as Id LIKE TO. &gt;=( DAMN YOU IPOD, BE MINE ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;3. I dont know what to pack. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;4. Im worried if I can make friends over there, seeing as Im so lame. And weirdd.. And... okay. yeah. along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;5. I dont want to leave Malaysia- duh, that shudve been reason number one. -_- BEcause my family, friends, and familiarity KAT SINI! TAU!? KAT MALAYSIA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Im gonna be a noob in uni cos its all new subjects.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'll miss my family and friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. I have to start waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have to dress and act properly.&lt;br /&gt;10. Refer to no.7&lt;br /&gt;11. I dont know. I have many more reasons but I cant think of anymore atm.&lt;br /&gt;12. Refer to no. 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( AND MOST OF ALL-  I DIDNT GET TO SAY MY GOODBYES! Wait. I WONT GET to! Because everyone is busy and im not allowed to go out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DONT U ALL COME TO MY HOUSE AND HUG ME!! :( :( :( :( sobbbbbbb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~emo&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/482473204457995092-8764690703348123294?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8764690703348123294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8764690703348123294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8764690703348123294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8764690703348123294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/02/oz-land-of-them-kangaroos.html' title='OZ. the land of them kangaroos.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-8463474775764571125</id><published>2010-01-22T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:50:40.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ive been doing absolutely nothing productive.&lt;br /&gt;I found a Japanese anime titled "Ouran High School Host Club"... Its a pretty good anime! Made me laugh out loud quite alot of times. Quite hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes Ive not been doing anything much except slowly collecting stuff I need to bring to Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;And getting ppl's presents.&lt;br /&gt;mmm..&lt;br /&gt;I have several events to start attending soon, and Chinese new Year is coming up.. So I guess my phase of boredom will be ending pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i should be happy tho.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know anything.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;That means I can start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;MAybe.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anddd,,, welll....I need to buy a new beeg luggage... anddd.....other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I keep buying clothes...&lt;br /&gt;gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep saying gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEE!&lt;br /&gt;okay bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8463474775764571125?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8463474775764571125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8463474775764571125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8463474775764571125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8463474775764571125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-as-i.html' title='Just as I....'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-9180975025265494916</id><published>2010-01-21T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:47:22.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epicryism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes the title is made originally by me. its amazing, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of amazing, check out this Facebook group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"after Monday and Tuesday, the calendar says W T F "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Speaking of even more amazing, check out this sentence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Could I interest you in a side of awesomesauce to compliment your winribs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BTW: credits to weetyr for introducing the group. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-9180975025265494916?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/9180975025265494916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=9180975025265494916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/9180975025265494916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/9180975025265494916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/epicryism.html' title='epicryism.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-634371182289344313</id><published>2010-01-19T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:22:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now DONT they look alike?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Torres.&lt;br /&gt;What? You dont know who that is?!&lt;br /&gt;NOOB!&lt;br /&gt;I COMMAND YOU TO TAKE A LOOK AT THIS PICTURE RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/S1WxN_Qpi0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/KanC7HBSMfc/s1600-h/fernandotorres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/S1WxN_Qpi0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/KanC7HBSMfc/s320/fernandotorres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428439779742681922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. ZATZ HIM, in all seriousness and suaveness.&lt;br /&gt;Now, did YOU know that he has a little brother called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaron Torres&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! NO?! NOOOB2!&lt;br /&gt;Then I absolutely DEMAND OF YOU TO TAKE A LOOK AT THIS PIC.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/S1WxzUM8k3I/AAAAAAAAAoA/IMouoTy5KVI/s1600-h/aaribn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/S1WxzUM8k3I/AAAAAAAAAoA/IMouoTy5KVI/s320/aaribn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428440421019456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES! THEY BE BROTHERS BY NAME AND BROTHERS BY... LOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no. i just thought they looked alike.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. :D&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-634371182289344313?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/634371182289344313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=634371182289344313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/634371182289344313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/634371182289344313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-dont-they-look-alike.html' title='Now DONT they look alike?!'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/S1WxN_Qpi0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/KanC7HBSMfc/s72-c/fernandotorres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-3437859760152860223</id><published>2010-01-15T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:19:11.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hater luv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Every time I go around&lt;br /&gt;They look me up &amp;amp; down&lt;br /&gt;Talking all that, here &amp;amp; there&lt;br /&gt;Throwing my name everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Its okay its okay its okay&lt;br /&gt;You keep on doing that&lt;br /&gt;Cause honey I aint mad&lt;br /&gt;Your helping me out,  with all your&lt;br /&gt;Hater luuuuv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, Im not that good at receiving criticisms if it isnt given professionally.&lt;br /&gt;I expect any feedback of my work to be delivered in a formal, constructive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Ive always been very dissatisfied with most of my songs, and whenever someone tells me how much they like the song I end up being quite surprised!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I cant expect EVERYONE to like my songs.&lt;br /&gt;People have different preferences, I must accept that.&lt;br /&gt;But Ive also learnt one thing from a recent criticism from a friend, Ive got to take pride in my work. Ive got to have faith in what I produce, because in the end, if no one stands up for them, who will right? :D I created these lil songs, so I should have faith in them, no matter how sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing Ive learnt is that, its always better to have someone hate on my songs then to have everyone like my songs, because if it was the latter case, Id have no material in helping me to improve my songs further.&lt;br /&gt;So negative feedback is good, sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I dont know how to do though, is on how to improve.&lt;br /&gt;I know whats wrong, but somehow I cant fix it!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew composing songs was such hard work?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shud keep to writing poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I really wanna try out some pop/ R&amp;amp;B/ dance style! :(&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing it with the piano but I just dont have the knack for it, NOR the voice for it, OR the gadgets and software to do it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;br /&gt;Its only January.&lt;br /&gt;and damn the stupid driving test, I better pass it or else Im gonna shoot somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebsbobs teetsntots&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/482473204457995092-3437859760152860223?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/3437859760152860223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=3437859760152860223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3437859760152860223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3437859760152860223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/hater-luv.html' title='Hater luv.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-444344247347767313</id><published>2010-01-14T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:45:59.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, Justin Bieber can sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I forgot that for a while after all his pop songs started airing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the music nowadays dont really need much vocal prowess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As long as the beat is catchy, and u keep repeating words, BY JOVE UVE GOT A SMASH HIT IN UR HANDS! :D TA DAAA!! :D :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... But im a hypocrite, cuz I would like to produce a song like that! Like Kesha! Just talk only then everybody like d... good la. Ill do that. LOL. Now i needa find myself a keyboard and someone to produce a beat for me... I WANNA TRY TO DO A POP SONG! Is it called pop? darn i dont know what this current genre is..?! Uh techno?! someone tell me. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: ITS CALLED POP/R&amp;amp;B/ DANCE!!!  YES LA IM GOING TO DO THAT =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats it. Im just bored. So i blogged. :P&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/482473204457995092-444344247347767313?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/444344247347767313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=444344247347767313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/444344247347767313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/444344247347767313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-what.html' title='You know what.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-1494582332329865900</id><published>2010-01-13T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:08:51.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 ways to phone in a pizza order</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If using a touch-tone, press random numbers while ordering. Ask the person taking the order to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make up a charge-card name. Ask if they accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use CB lingo where applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Order a Big Mac Extra Value Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Terminate the call with, "Remember, we never had this conversation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell the order taker a rival pizza place is on the other line and you're going with the lowest bidder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Give them your address, exclaim "Oh, just surprise me!" and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Answer their questions with questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In your breathiest voice, tell them to cut the crap about nutrition and ask if they have something outlandishly sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Use these bonus words in the conversation: ROBUST FREE-SPIRITED COST-EFFICIENT UKRAINIAN PUCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Tell them to put the crust on top this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sing the order to the tune of your favorite song from Metallica's "Master of Puppets" CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do not name the toppings you want. Rather, spell them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Put an extra edge in your voice when you say "crazy bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stutter on the letter "p."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ask for a deal available somewhere else. (e.g. If phoning Domino's, ask for a Cheeser! Cheeser!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ask what the order taker is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Crack your knuckles into the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Say hello, act stunned for five seconds, then behave as if they called you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Rattle off your order with a determined air. If they ask if you would like drinks with that, panic and become disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tell the order taker you're depressed. Get him/her to cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Make a list of exotic cuisines. Order them as toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Change your accent every three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Order 52 pepperoni slices prepared in a fractal pattern as follows from an equation you are about to dictate. Ask if they need paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Act like you know the order taker from somewhere. Say "Bed-Wetters' Camp, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Start your order with "I'd like. . . ". A little later, slap yourself and say "No, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If they repeat the order to make sure they have it right, say "OK. That'll be $10.99; please pull up to the first window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Rent a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Order while using an electric knife sharpener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ask if you get to keep the pizza box. When they say yes, heave a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Put the accent on the last syllable of "pepperoni." Use the long "i" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have your pizza "shaken, not stirred."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Say "Are you sure this is (Pizza Place)? When they say yes, say "Well, so is this! You've got some explaining to do!" When they finally offer proof that it is, in fact, (Pizza Place), start to cry and ask, "Do you know what it's like to be lied to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Move the mouthpiece farther and farther from your lips as you speak. When the call ends, jerk the mouthpiece back into place and scream goodbye at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Tell them to double-check to make sure your pizza is, in fact, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Imitate the order taker's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Eliminate verbs from your speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When they say "What would you like?" say, "Huh? Oh, you mean now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Play a sitar in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Say it's your anniversary and you'd appreciate if the deliverer hid behind some furniture waiting for your spouse to arrive so you can surprise him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Amuse the order taker with little-known facts about country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ask to see a menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Quote Carl Sandberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Say you'll be able to pay for this when the movie people call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ask if they have any idea what is at stake with this pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ask what topping goes best with well-aged Chardonnay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Belch directly into the mouthpiece; then tell your dog it should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Order a slice, not a whole pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Shout "I'm through with men/women! Send me a dozen of your best, Gaston!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Doze off in the middle of the order, catch yourself, and say "Where was I? Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Psychoanalyze the order taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Ask what their phone number is. Hang up, call them, and ask again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Order two toppings, then say, "No, they'll start fighting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Learn to properly pronounce the ingredients of a Twinkie. Ask that these be included in the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Call to complain about service. Later, call to say you were drunk and didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Tell the order taker to tell the manager to tell his supervisor he's fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Report a petty theft to the order taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Use expletives like "Great Caesar's Ghost" and "Jesus Joseph and Mary in Tinsel Town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Ask for the guy who took your order last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. If he/she suggests anything, adamantly declare, "I shall not be swayed by your sweet words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Wonder aloud if you should trim those nose hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Try to talk while drinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Start the conversation with "My Call to (Pizza Place), Take 1, and. . . action!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Ask if the pizza is organically grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Ask about pizza maintenance and repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Be vague in your order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. When they repeat your order, say "Again, with a little more OOMPH this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. If using a touch-tone press 9-1-1 every 5 seconds throughout the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. After ordering, say "I wonder what THIS button on the phone does." Simulate a cutoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Start the conversation by reciting today's date and saying, "This may be my last entry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. State your order and say that's as far as this relationship is going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Ask if they're familiar with the term "spanking a pizza." Make up a description to go with the term. Ask that this be done to your pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Say "Kssssssssssssssht" rather loudly into the phone. Ask if they felt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Detect the order taker's psychic aura. Use it to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. When listing toppings you want on your pizza, include another pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Learn to play a blues riff on the harmonica. Stop talking at regular intervals to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Ask if they would like to sample your pizza. Suggest an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Perfect a celebrity's voice. Stress that you won't take any crap from some two-bit can't-hack-it pimple-faced gofer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Put them on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Teach the order taker a scret code. Use the code on all subsequent orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Mumble, "There's a bomb under your seat." When asked to repeat that, say "I said 'sauce smothered with meat'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Make the first topping you order mushrooms. Make the last thing you say "No mushrooms, please." Hang up before they have a chance to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. When the order is repeated, change it slightly. When it is repeated again, change it again. On the third time, say "You just don't get it, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. When you'ge given the price, say "Ooooooo, that sounds complicated.  I hate math."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Haggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Order a one-inch pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Order term life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. When they say "Will that be all?", snicker and say "We'll find out, won't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Order with a Speak-n-Spell where applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Ask how many dolphins were killed to make that pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. While on the phone, fake entering puberty. Fluctuate pitch often; act embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Engage in some serious swapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Dance all around the word "pizza." Avoid saying it at all costs. If he/she says it, say "Please don't mention that word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Have a movie with a good car chase scene playing loudly in the background. Yell "OW!" when a bullet is fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. If he/she suggests a side order, ask why he/she is punishing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Ask if the pizza has had its shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Order a steamed pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Get taker's name. Later, call exactly on the hour to say, "This is your (time of day) wake-up call, So-and-so." Hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Offer to pay for the pizza with a public flogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of the above practices are rejected by the order taker, 100. Say, in your best pouty voice, "Last guy let me do it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-1494582332329865900?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1494582332329865900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1494582332329865900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1494582332329865900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1494582332329865900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-ways-to-phone-in-pizza-order.html' title='100 ways to phone in a pizza order'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-3967361325199565277</id><published>2010-01-08T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:36:52.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-oh..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a 16 year old gave me a lesson. He taught me more than I should EVER KNOW. I enjoyed the experience. And will be looking to do it again. With someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-3967361325199565277?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/3967361325199565277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=3967361325199565277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3967361325199565277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3967361325199565277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/uh-oh.html' title='uh-oh..'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2015463971735118589</id><published>2010-01-06T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:33:27.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with 2010 brings...</title><content type='html'>......more hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding, its only been 6 days into 2010 and Ive already like and UN-liked 5 boys. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this is what we call "Crushes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definition: an intense but usually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short-lived&lt;/span&gt; infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short-lived is RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such an introvert. :(&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the harder it is for me to remain in ULTRA-FRIENDLY-MODE-CAN-I-BE-YOUR-FRIEND-PLEASE for long. I think that's actually a bad thing since Ill be going to uni soon. ISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, anyone wanna go out just gimme a call lah, or else Ill get too content and comfortable with rotting at home..&lt;br /&gt;My social life- or rather what's left of it will go WHOOSH! down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Its already 3.30 a.m. and Ive just finished watching a 17 episode of Full House from when I started three days ago! YAYZ!&lt;br /&gt;ANNNDDDD I was OH so productive today, I cleared my table and the loose paperbags strewn all over my desk and room floor! EXTRA YAYZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do now is send of my Christmas cards...&lt;br /&gt;Which, if I might add, are WAY overdue. (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the OTHER HAND, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALISON DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;you might be in the Switz, but you're ALWAYS in our hearts!&lt;br /&gt;Allows us to celebrate for you. lolol. I love you beb. Take care. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZATZ ALL! :D BAIZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2015463971735118589?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2015463971735118589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2015463971735118589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2015463971735118589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2015463971735118589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-2010-brings.html' title='with 2010 brings...'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2214522274388497409</id><published>2010-01-01T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:01:54.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;╔══╦══╦╦══╗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;╚═╗║╔╗║║╔╗║&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;╔═╝║║║║║║║║&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;║╔═╣║║║║║║║ is here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;║╚═╣╚╝║║╚╝║&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;╚══╩══╩╩══╝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;¤ø„¸¨°º¤ø„¸ ¸„ø¤º°¨¸„ø¤º°¨&lt;br /&gt;¨°º¤ø„¸ HaPpY ¸„ø¤º°¨&lt;br /&gt;¸„ø¤º°¨ NeW yEaR``°º¤ø„&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(COPIED COPIED LOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;̿' ̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=(•̪●)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿ ̿ &lt;br /&gt;  YA boomz. happys news years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i love these stuff weih. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2214522274388497409?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2214522274388497409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2214522274388497409&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2214522274388497409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2214522274388497409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEARS'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-6384444956180267261</id><published>2009-12-31T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:56:22.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>The partay was pretty good I think! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love the people. They are A-W-E-S-U-Mness.&lt;br /&gt;And Im never holding a party ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Its just too stressful. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. the rest of the day was pretty uneventful, then at night we went to eat Korean BBQ at Daorae's!! mom lemme buy them cheese blocks later when we went to solaris to stroll about.&lt;br /&gt;yayz.&lt;br /&gt;and then we came home and watched Baby and Me korean DVD, courtesy of Eunice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE PRESENTS, I LOVE THEM ALLL!!! :) i love presents. hehehe. lol. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH YONG.&lt;br /&gt;YOU tRES AwESUM. :) :) hugs you BFF.&lt;br /&gt;I lazy to say anymore but come on man, what is there to say? ur perdy-perfect. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years coming soon ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, heading your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6384444956180267261?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6384444956180267261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6384444956180267261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6384444956180267261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6384444956180267261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4062232086195531681</id><published>2009-12-29T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:55:19.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bringing in chinese new year</title><content type='html'>omgosh!! omgosh!! thaank you jing tao for changing my blog template!!! you're the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: earlier was posted by Jing tao,,,  but I agree with whatever he typed-  thanks lots tao. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4062232086195531681?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4062232086195531681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4062232086195531681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4062232086195531681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4062232086195531681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/12/bringing-in-chinese-new-year.html' title='bringing in chinese new year'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-8740110031381281219</id><published>2009-12-28T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:44:27.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This blog will probably be a bit more alive next year.. next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All in all, I can truthfully say 2009 has been a REALLY HORRIBLE YEAR. &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate being 18 and I certainly DONT LIKE year 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sure there are some good parts like the awesum new friends ive met throughout the year, the outings, and the not so bad TER results...but other than that, this year plain sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im hoping next year will bring more joyous and memorable incidents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010, please dont let me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im going to Australia to study Commerce Law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont know if its the right course for me, but hey, its just as hard as medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So if im going to take Commerce Law instead, might as well do it well and do it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats the spirit, eh? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im gonna give this blog a makeover. I hate black. I like pink now. and red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know. So GIrLY. *shudder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I should be embracing what Im becoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which ISNT a girly girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a less tomboyish girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But who knows. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So FOLLOW MEH and read up for updates next yeear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR and may 2010 be a GREAT YEAr FOR ALL OF US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D :D :D &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/482473204457995092-8740110031381281219?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8740110031381281219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8740110031381281219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8740110031381281219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8740110031381281219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/12/summing-up-2009.html' title='Summing up 2009'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-7148834948566522582</id><published>2009-12-22T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:52:20.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I havent been updating, not that anyone reads this blog anyway! LOL. Anyway, recently I got back my SAM results and I got 94.5 which I think is pretty okay considering I got two B's! :) I was really surprised about my English because I got the highest score for it, which left me.. speechless, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, since SAM IS FINALLY OVERRR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was wondering if anyone is taking South Australian Matriculation next year, all three Science subjects (bio, chem, phy)??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have books to sell, and theyre in PERFECT condition I assure you. (due to lack of use :/) lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also have a graphic calculator which has a new set of batteries installed, and doesnt even have a scratch on it! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have past year papers as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contact me at red_sun_2001@hotmail.com if you want them books! I will send you pictures and prices, accordingly. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming up, im all pumped up!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-7148834948566522582?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7148834948566522582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7148834948566522582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7148834948566522582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7148834948566522582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-5061441500006250275</id><published>2009-11-27T18:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:59:54.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Lautner *melt</title><content type='html'>Who cares about Jacob Black's character?&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES ABOUT TWILIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES ABOUT ANYTHING WHEN TAYLOR LAUTNER THE ABSOLUTE HOTTIE IS GRACING THE SCREENS AND DISPLAYING HIS SIX-PACK? WHO???!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Is THIS not the finest thing you've EVER seen?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sw-u9DREgCI/AAAAAAAAAng/8XanmuL0QWA/s1600/tyl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sw-u9DREgCI/AAAAAAAAAng/8XanmuL0QWA/s320/tyl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408734041367412770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No? well then, how bout a bit of this?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sw-vh3AsXDI/AAAAAAAAAno/LB_8hyC83RY/s1600/taylorlaunet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sw-vh3AsXDI/AAAAAAAAAno/LB_8hyC83RY/s320/taylorlaunet.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408734673732656178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVERYBODY loves a man who can stand on one hand with a wet T-shirt, come ON!!! still a no from you???? man, ur a pretty hard nut to crack.... How bout... this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sw-v2CJEypI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uMcJx06Fni4/s1600/Taylor+Lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sw-v2CJEypI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uMcJx06Fni4/s320/Taylor+Lautner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408735020317985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh PLEASe. that lip-bite has GOT to be the final straw for you...&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright. Not convinced that Taylor Lautner is a TOTAL HOTTIE?!?!??!?&lt;br /&gt;well. I guess Ill have to bring out the ULTIMATE WEAPON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/03/taylor-lautner-shirtless-abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/03/taylor-lautner-shirtless-abs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just LOOK at those washboard abs. Who could resist this? *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Please be mine, Taylor. :( Sob sob. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebs and bobs and TAYLOR TAYLOR TAYLOR!!!!! :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-5061441500006250275?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5061441500006250275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5061441500006250275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5061441500006250275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5061441500006250275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/11/taylor-lautner-melt.html' title='Taylor Lautner *melt'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sw-u9DREgCI/AAAAAAAAAng/8XanmuL0QWA/s72-c/tyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-1497822868934326273</id><published>2009-11-23T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:02:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Monash</title><content type='html'>So here I am, sitting in this unknown library, in the Monash University, having just completed my interview.&lt;br /&gt;Im bored...&lt;br /&gt;There arent any fictional books here to read.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back to the TCSH library and read all the storybooks there that i didnt get to read due to lack of time over the year...&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! HAHA! Something funny happened just now...&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the main building. I guess I looked like someone that worked there...&lt;br /&gt;She approached me and asked me where building 3 was.&lt;br /&gt;Acting like ID been here ALL my life, I directed her to building with clear instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: *pro* Okay, from here, you walk straight and turn to your left. Building three will be on your right, its the building with many glass panels. :)&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Oh thank you! =D&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: *ss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. And Im getting my sarcastic streak back, worst than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;Im naturally a very sarcastic person, but sometimes I take it too far..&lt;br /&gt;And now since Ive become an antisocial recluse with no friends because I do not go out and socialize, ive become even MORE sarcastic. doh.. why lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alll this prom business.&lt;br /&gt;Im not as excited about it as I should be.&lt;br /&gt;Do I lack some "girl gene"?&lt;br /&gt;I am not motivated to go thread my eyebrows, find a dress, put on make up, find shoes, and bla bla bla etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Im just not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Thats my problem.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even wanna try to look pretty. WHATS MY PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I should at least try my best to look presentable but right now I just dont give a poop!&lt;br /&gt;ITs all Astro's fault. mebbe.&lt;br /&gt;lawl.&lt;br /&gt;Uh well.&lt;br /&gt;At least Im no longer wearing a tuxedo..&lt;br /&gt;Took that a TAD too far, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could wear a sack and still look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;now that isnt so hard a wish to grant, is it?!&lt;br /&gt;gahahaha. okay im SOO unfunny.&lt;br /&gt;Ive lost my funny gene as well.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and my hair!!&lt;br /&gt;After it got layered somewhere in march or july, it became super thin again.. So when i tied my hair it would be like... some.... small ugly thin frizzy ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;But now, my hair has grown again, not as long as before tho, but definitely much thicker..&lt;br /&gt;I realised that yesterday when I tried to curl my hair..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I had too much hair..&lt;br /&gt;Curling my hair took around 30 minutes plus.&lt;br /&gt;And that was not even PROPERLY.&lt;br /&gt;Layer after layer... Siao wan my hair.&lt;br /&gt;But I like it being thick.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, thats the only feature of myself that I like! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh and not to forget my height also lah.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Im so boring lah, ranting about nonsense that dont matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, orang, go watch my youtube video, Wish you were (cover) by Kate Voegele.&lt;br /&gt;I started off thinking the song was like. seriuosly boring lor.&lt;br /&gt;Im not very good at that genre.. Like those chillax, soul, weird style music? Yah I dont really like it. But after listening to it a couple of times, it actually grew on me..&lt;br /&gt;So i did the cover cos it was a request. Hope I didnt mess up too much, a couple of slips here and there.&lt;br /&gt;And since i usually have no videos, I shall put it here! :D yay. If i ever figure out how. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIdYgGSo98Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIdYgGSo98Y &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy.... so i didnt find out how to insert the youtube video after all.. darn.&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me please, how. i need to find out!! D=&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE! ACORNS! COME! FALLING! ah wtv i lazy continue. okay bai. now i go look at oder ppls blog. lol. jobless..  have to wait till 12.30 eek. thank goodness for internet! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-1497822868934326273?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1497822868934326273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1497822868934326273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1497822868934326273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1497822868934326273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/11/monash.html' title='@ Monash'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-7748380771119799317</id><published>2009-11-19T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:20:23.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Soo yeah. i tried making the background christmasy and this is the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utter phail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive stopped caring about anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to stop caring for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Just be.... a piece of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;Cold.&lt;br /&gt;Its a nice break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Im wearing a tux.&lt;br /&gt;If something happens and I dont look hensum in a tux, then.. a dress it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Id rather look GOOD in a tux, then bad in a dress.&lt;br /&gt;That doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. yeah. i may end up wearing a dress due to peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out....&lt;br /&gt;eek&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/482473204457995092-7748380771119799317?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7748380771119799317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7748380771119799317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7748380771119799317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7748380771119799317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/11/attempt.html' title='Attempt'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-8051877873969830168</id><published>2009-11-13T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:50:26.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK AND IM CHANGING THis BLOG BACKGROUND I HATE IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8051877873969830168?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8051877873969830168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8051877873969830168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8051877873969830168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8051877873969830168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-and-im-changing-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4110884359642053352</id><published>2009-10-27T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:10:38.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I aMMMM againnn</title><content type='html'>The supposed DONT USE INTERNET fast has not worked out- as seen by the posting of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Main thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys I have falled head over heels for but have never spoken to or approached within a 5 metre radius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Furniture Guy working at Hartamas Shopping Mall (Like I said, ive never seen him up close but from far away, he looks FINE bebeh.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Japanese-looking dude working at The Gym (when he came over to promote I Was like FWAAHH and then i never saw him again till one fateful day I spotted him shopping at Mercato. Looks a bit like a pixie, but STILL fwaaahh!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Three or four college dudes (a pretty mild crush, this one)&lt;br /&gt;4. .... I cant think of anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;Like these are the MAJOR MAJOR ones okay.. foooh. My hormones running high this year. BUT OMGOSHH I LIKE FURNITURE GAIII!!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;br /&gt;someone find out his name for me, Ill pay you. XD&lt;br /&gt;No im not desperate...&lt;br /&gt;Just infatuated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4110884359642053352?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4110884359642053352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4110884359642053352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4110884359642053352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4110884359642053352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-i-ammmm-againnn.html' title='Here I aMMMM againnn'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2698303491758718546</id><published>2009-10-22T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:04:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am a self-confessed lover of 2PM.&lt;br /&gt;I was (and AM) very upset over Jae Bum leaving the group because he had become my personal favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whole new topic, I believe that its true when they say that the future generation can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing it, the youth, the young generation, is in fact, the most powerful generation in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, Hottest, who can plan flash mobs ALL AROUND THE GLOBE just to support one stand of theirs- for Park Jae Bum to come back.&lt;br /&gt;And it was pretty much a success.&lt;br /&gt;They did it in seventeen places, so far I think.&lt;br /&gt;They made a DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to sound totally hypocritical and everything, but why is it that such an event cant be conducted-lets say- to protest against war, to relieve third world countries of poverty?&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone fanatic and crazy about the lost of a Korean group leader(no doubt a very distinguished and amazing one, nonetheless) , but instead, do not care about what OUR world is coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I myself want Jae Bum to come back.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me question what is ACTUALLY being proven here.&lt;br /&gt;IT proves that oceans are not barriers.&lt;br /&gt;it proves that youth around the world can unite for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;It proves that the youth can do ANYTHING they want to.&lt;br /&gt;Only if they WANT to.&lt;br /&gt;Youth, as one, with a purpose-driven mind, can truly, achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;Once Jae Bum comes back to 2PM (and I FIRMLY believe he will, and refuse to believe anything other than that) , Hottests should try their methods for say, the prevention of child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how amazing that could be.&lt;br /&gt;The power of youth really blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am supposed to be studying for a super important major exam that determines my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, here I am, spilling my thoughts on GLOBAL ISSUES.&lt;br /&gt;feh. this girl has big dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But is totally unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I know. I am very unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;Thats usually my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB. to all those Hottests people out there.&lt;br /&gt;what I would REALLY WANT right now, is a video issued by Jae Bum, telling us he is returning to 2PM, and that he is touched by all that went on due to his sudden absence.&lt;br /&gt;That would be great.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a short dance, ending with him pulling off his t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That would be great.&lt;br /&gt;But alas.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams must remain dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and Sarah remains slightly phobic of shirtless guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booya.&lt;br /&gt;bebs and bobs.&lt;br /&gt;(smack me, someone. I have not been studying like I was supposed to.)&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-2698303491758718546?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2698303491758718546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2698303491758718546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2698303491758718546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2698303491758718546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/10/attention.html' title='Attention.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-7162724749268898140</id><published>2009-09-30T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:59:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLIA</title><content type='html'>My Life is Indeed Average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lounging around reading the newspaper when the phone rang. Lazily, i asked my brother to pick up the phone. After listening for a while, my brother shook his head at me and said that he didnt understand what the person was saying. Sighing loudly, I walked up the stairs and took the receiver from my confuddled brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us call her The Woman On The Other Line.&lt;br /&gt;the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWOTOL: Hello. Good evening madam. Im from the @@$#^@#$%#^ (some name i didnt catch) company and i am doing a survey on the @#$#^#% (more stuff i didnt hear, i wasnt paying attention) on the technology support and development @#$#$%^#$ in your neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;TWOTOL: I was just wondering if there is anyone at home who is aged 16 and above that i can talk to concerning this survey? I am only going to ask a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sarah thinks quickly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: *Speaks in a babyish voice* My mummy and daddy not at home... They working...&lt;br /&gt;TWOTOL: Oh... Okay.. So do you know when they are coming back? *Speaks as if she is really talking to a kid below the age of 16*&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: I donno wor.. Maybe nine thirty, ten?&lt;br /&gt;TWOTOL: Okay, thanks yeah? I will call back later okay? tell your parents okay?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: *still mimicking a baby* yesh yesh.. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sarah puts down the receiver and starts guffawing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is the story of how I avoided a survey and became the master of imitating a child's voice.&lt;br /&gt;OOOHhh yeah. You SOOOO gotta hear my child-like voice. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-7162724749268898140?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7162724749268898140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7162724749268898140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7162724749268898140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7162724749268898140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/mlia.html' title='MLIA'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-7222079170975145060</id><published>2009-09-20T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:13:27.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!  this post has pictures!!!!! :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Sho Ihll beh blogghing abhout mayh jogghing ouhting with dhad, ahnd then abhout mayh thrip teh Phort Dhickson!! (This sentence was awarded "The Sentence with Unecessary H's" award!! YAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pictures too. :D&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday morning, I awoke to the most annoying sound in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The incessant knocking of my door and the voice of my brother. =(&lt;br /&gt;I groggily fumbled around the table, in search of my handphone, only to discover it was 9.36, and I had only been sleeping for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door, and crabbily asked him what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that whole FIVE MINUTES of knocking was just to ask me to open the Rocky packet of biscuits because mom said he could only open it when I was awake.&lt;br /&gt;I made him go away and tried to get back to sleep, most unsuccessfully, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I was grumpy all the way through breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;At about 11, my father suddenly asked me to jogging at Taman Tun.&lt;br /&gt;I was probably not really right in the mind, as I agreed and got into my jogging gear.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, that was how my father, my brother, and I landed up at Taman Tun to jog at about 11.30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it wasnt too unbearably hot, quite cool in fact, as it had just rained and the sun was not willing to come out from its hiding place behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, I found we were walking up the hills of Taman Tun, which was not in the park, but behind it. And for those who dont know, it is a LONG WAY up, and a steep one too.&lt;br /&gt;Not pleasant when uve not had enough sleep to restore your body.&lt;br /&gt;After my first ten minutes, (or less, ahem) I began panting and sweating.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised how out of shape I was.&lt;br /&gt;And then, being the random and likes-to-think-useless-thoughts-person I was, I began wondering why they called being unfit, out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;For if my senses does not fail me, I was actually IN SHAPE.&lt;br /&gt;I was round.&lt;br /&gt;Was that not shape? I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;So actually, getting fit makes you OUT OF SHAPE. no?&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;WE shall move on.&lt;br /&gt;And the pathway going through these hills went up and down, more up then down.&lt;br /&gt;So Miley Cyrus's song played in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Only the first verse tho.&lt;br /&gt;"There's always gonna be another mountain. U're always gonna wanna make it move..."&lt;br /&gt;And in my head I went "It would be good if someone could come right now and wheel me around in a wheelchair. Bother moving mountains."&lt;br /&gt;Ive been told that Im a good listener, as well as a non-stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;What I say is, if you really wanna get me to listen, bring me jogging.&lt;br /&gt;Because Im so out of breath, I cant say a word, so Ill end up listening.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through I began enjoying the walk eventhough I was pretty sure I was gonna drop dead at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;The air was fresh and unpolluted, the weather cool, the mosquitoes biting  (tho &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was not a pleasant part of the walk) and my dad and brother and I cracked jokes and laughed to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, we had gone one big round and was near to the entrance, I saw a lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I went "Hey! A lamp post! that MUST mean we're near Narnia!!!" in a totally convincing and enthusiastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I DO tend to start spouting nonsense when Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;And it just so happened that there was a guy and girl in front of me who overheard me, turned back, and laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was looking at me strangely, and no doubt he was thinking the same thing as I was.&lt;br /&gt;"IS this REALLY my daughter??!"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Later on we went to Delifrance where I gained back all my lost calories due to the lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;Before that we went to Mc.D's nextdoor to order my brother's Double Cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the counter and said "One Double Cheeseburger's Set, please, thanks" and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;The cashier went "Ok. LARGE FOR YOU??"&lt;br /&gt;I nearly wanted to smash her face in and say "Why? Do you think I look like someone who NEEDS A LARGE MEAL, YOU BRITISH MEATBALL?"&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa okay no im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I was just a little offended. It was like she was HINTING something, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya-ing of your DEATH, I say. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after church, went to PD. Now HERE I let the pictures do the talking. =)&lt;br /&gt;Glad huh, you guys?&lt;/span&gt; (One or two of half of HB1's muuvie naite, and some of Frasers Hill!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro8cjsdvGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Wak-zOMWLFo/s1600-h/IMG_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro8cjsdvGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Wak-zOMWLFo/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384682765790592098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro7f8ZAczI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4QcKaDfBXVU/s1600-h/IMG_1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro7f8ZAczI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4QcKaDfBXVU/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384681724447847218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro7M7eH0iI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ID0Fq8n8Xbw/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro7M7eH0iI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ID0Fq8n8Xbw/s320/IMG_1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384681397783351842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro7BZV4w7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/2KSnXvIBZso/s1600-h/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro7BZV4w7I/AAAAAAAAAm4/2KSnXvIBZso/s320/IMG_0991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384681199643444146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro6x0QSEwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DIv_UyaDHhk/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro6x0QSEwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DIv_UyaDHhk/s320/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384680931989787394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro6l0jFNtI/AAAAAAAAAmo/MpSrua340ZM/s1600-h/IMG_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro6l0jFNtI/AAAAAAAAAmo/MpSrua340ZM/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384680725910206162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro6ReDuvfI/AAAAAAAAAmg/rsUapHIE_eU/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro6ReDuvfI/AAAAAAAAAmg/rsUapHIE_eU/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384680376275746290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro547_cLAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/r-flk-QpFL4/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro547_cLAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/r-flk-QpFL4/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384679954814086146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro5sH4FXUI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mDrKo80mYQk/s1600-h/IMG_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro5sH4FXUI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mDrKo80mYQk/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384679734666157378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro5XfVAekI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4w2JDX3eIX0/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro5XfVAekI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4w2JDX3eIX0/s320/IMG_0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384679380184234562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro5E-wPmpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qmQDPtaW7H8/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro5E-wPmpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qmQDPtaW7H8/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384679062202456722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro4t9wNlgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WKqXEXqOQY8/s1600-h/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro4t9wNlgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WKqXEXqOQY8/s320/IMG_0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384678666796897794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro4cPVyXLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KZ_yjzvVQl8/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro4cPVyXLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KZ_yjzvVQl8/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384678362280254642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro3iAraYrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-s4ixhvnMaY/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro3iAraYrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-s4ixhvnMaY/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384677361912013490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro2A3QT2aI/AAAAAAAAAlg/6mWRuoiByBo/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro2A3QT2aI/AAAAAAAAAlg/6mWRuoiByBo/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384675692935109026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro1nIxuFXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UxfvUJGzsYo/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro1nIxuFXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UxfvUJGzsYo/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384675250962044274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sroz5m9aJMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/EmsJ1Djv8UM/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sroz5m9aJMI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/EmsJ1Djv8UM/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384673369278522562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my fave pic the one on top. its like the tree separates the fruitful and the barren land! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrozC3zCSTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7pK1j5uGVFE/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrozC3zCSTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7pK1j5uGVFE/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672428905613618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sroy4EVkI-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/8JTNnwS8XRE/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sroy4EVkI-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/8JTNnwS8XRE/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672243293103074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sroys9wU0kI/AAAAAAAAAk4/4N0LVfWIBQw/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sroys9wU0kI/AAAAAAAAAk4/4N0LVfWIBQw/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672052547736130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroyduFz-sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QSWlok16xrg/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroyduFz-sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QSWlok16xrg/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384671790644853442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroyRXsCxgI/AAAAAAAAAko/L8-n24SIz_A/s1600-h/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroyRXsCxgI/AAAAAAAAAko/L8-n24SIz_A/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384671578472760834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Srox_Pwu_mI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zHru400xonE/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Srox_Pwu_mI/AAAAAAAAAkg/zHru400xonE/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384671267107307106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroxvbNV74I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ke3N07CRNEM/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroxvbNV74I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ke3N07CRNEM/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384670995302182786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroxhENHQUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/OLXLqY1URiA/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroxhENHQUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/OLXLqY1URiA/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384670748609036610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrovMtZnKoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0qTY7tuKlv8/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrovMtZnKoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/0qTY7tuKlv8/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384668199866804866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrouviuGTlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/y0pyIsGEd0s/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrouviuGTlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/y0pyIsGEd0s/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384667698783735378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroubEgkwsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2_tGBAFMZX0/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SroubEgkwsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/2_tGBAFMZX0/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384667347076563650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrYAjWN2WjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/h31OVICeqRg/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrYAjWN2WjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/h31OVICeqRg/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383491011827096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrX_rVrzI9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/MDnBLg7LWX0/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SrX_rVrzI9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/MDnBLg7LWX0/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383490049611604946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;unfortunately, i have no time to upload the rest!! later later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Get Going.&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/482473204457995092-7222079170975145060?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7222079170975145060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7222079170975145060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7222079170975145060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7222079170975145060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-this-post-has-pictures-o.html' title='Oh my!  this post has pictures!!!!! :O'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sro8cjsdvGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Wak-zOMWLFo/s72-c/IMG_1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-5679006706136626184</id><published>2009-09-19T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:00:14.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So basically I met most of my church college camp members in One U today. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, Jia Wei, Edwyn, Sharmaine, but with the exception of Darren.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day yakking my mouth off to Sharon and then Sharon, Chloe and I went to watch the ugly truth!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Soo!!! Uh... uh.. Peace. *Guy falters while doing pistol sign and holds out a peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;Producer: OH GREAT, now he's going political.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I cracked myself up over that.&lt;br /&gt;Funny show, I had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Movies are better when you watch it with your girlfriends. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Sharon bought a long black jacket and I bought meself a sweet blue top. At least, i think its sweet. I wanted to buy a purple and grey striped long-ish cardigan, and a sailorish top with blue and grey stripes (it had like a scarf kinda thing attached to it), a white tanktop attached to a blue floral skirt (from forever 21, TOTALLY CUTE, the type of floral Id totally wear), A cute cocktail fluffy glittery skirted black dress (from forever 21 also, I LOVE IT SO ADORABLE) and there was this totally cool black sequined pair of mary-janes that could be two-toned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, hearing me gushing like this must have totally convinced you that eventho i dont really look and act like a girl, Im a true girl at heart. I love trying and buying clothes, shoes and accesories just like any other girl. Im more accesories tho. Im not sure anymore. I like everything!!! HAHA! Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, went to CG. This time PJ and Bangsar combined, so it was a huge crowd of 20+. I had to lead worship. I think I did okay, i mean, i didnt falter. So that was a relief for me!! lol. then we talked about "grey matters", still dont know why its called that, because grey is SO not a subjective colour.. Take for example bluish-green. THATS subjective. cos it can be greenish-blue as well! That kinda also means zebras are subjective.&lt;br /&gt;Anywaayy.&lt;br /&gt;Ive managed to make everyone think Im this weird person.&lt;br /&gt;Not bragging, but I made everyone laugh lots. Not only me lah, but I contributed in that sense. X)&lt;br /&gt;I love making people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;ITs like...it FULFILS ME.&lt;br /&gt;Wahah!&lt;br /&gt;Girls from HB1 must get together during these Hols or i will ABSOLUTELY not forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;Darn im so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;But i wanna stay up.&lt;br /&gt;Garr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;br /&gt;I realise i can talk for ages.&lt;br /&gt;But when I listen, I can listen for ages also.&lt;br /&gt;I mean to people talking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Not teaching. LOL. bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-5679006706136626184?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5679006706136626184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5679006706136626184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5679006706136626184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5679006706136626184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-basically-i-met-most-of-my-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4388943091548663674</id><published>2009-09-17T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:39:16.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem NaOh Hcl and sheep.</title><content type='html'>Out of all the blanks I filled, there was one question I was definitely sure Id get correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yez.&lt;br /&gt;That bad.&lt;br /&gt;*throws herself off a cliff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4388943091548663674?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4388943091548663674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4388943091548663674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4388943091548663674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4388943091548663674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/chem-naoh-hcl-and-sheep.html' title='Chem NaOh Hcl and sheep.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-7257284887917858362</id><published>2009-09-16T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:38:23.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics.</title><content type='html'>I studied this time, I really did. Maybe I wasnt really trying to absorb, I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew it all.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently all I knew was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;After about one hour, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; close to pushing back my chair and running out of the exam hall while shrieking "SCREEWWWWWWWWIIIITTTTT!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I channeled all that inner anger into just banging my head against the table.&lt;br /&gt;Silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question after question.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance feeded my panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last half an hour, I reconsidered my future career.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should become a carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;I was really good at screwing things up.&lt;br /&gt;But then, a carpenter also has to know when to "nail" things.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldnt "nail" anything.&lt;br /&gt;So I would only be half-good as a carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;So I resorted to thinking about how spending the rest of my life sweeping sidewalks and footpaths would feel like.&lt;br /&gt;Not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Ill get muscles in my arm. yipee. doo dah dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-7257284887917858362?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7257284887917858362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7257284887917858362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7257284887917858362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7257284887917858362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/physics.html' title='Physics.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6500124821714851929</id><published>2009-09-15T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:14:33.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It. Im Fat.</title><content type='html'>I did not eat lunch. I felt so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;that is, until I reached home and gobbled down several biscuits and candy bars without even realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, it had all gone down to my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Im Janie.&lt;br /&gt;Janie. I have a plain name. Id rather have some fancy name like Zara or Rachael.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6500124821714851929?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6500124821714851929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6500124821714851929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6500124821714851929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6500124821714851929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/say-it-im-fat.html' title='Say It. Im Fat.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-6853543244960918864</id><published>2009-09-12T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:02:09.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the college Library.</title><content type='html'>So. yeah. basically. I was in college on a Satuday and I went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;After making sure everyone had left and there was NO ONE AROUND,&lt;br /&gt;I went completely,&lt;br /&gt;BALLISTIC.&lt;br /&gt;I did cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;I pounced on the bean bags.&lt;br /&gt;I climbed the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off the tables.&lt;br /&gt;I rolled on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;The college library is just SUCH a great place to lepak. I mean, you can REALLY LEPAK!&lt;br /&gt;I did so much physical activity that if u left me there everyday with no one there, Id probably lose a few kilos from all that running around.&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6853543244960918864?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6853543244960918864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6853543244960918864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6853543244960918864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6853543244960918864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/college-library.html' title='the college Library.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-4825009349506834124</id><published>2009-09-11T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:15:32.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taken from cake wrecks- and im planning to use it. AND SCREW IT! TRIALS AAAHHHH SHEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;"&gt;John's Helpful Index For Ruddy Yanks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi!- Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;Poor Sod- A pitiable fellow&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping policeman- Speed bump&lt;br /&gt;Dodgy- Risky, suspicious&lt;br /&gt;'Sa right shame, tha' is- How unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;Cor!- My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Straight up- True True&lt;br /&gt;Ickle bobby wagon- Small police car&lt;br /&gt;Bent as a bottle of a chips- Crooked&lt;br /&gt;Jiggery pokery- Deception&lt;br /&gt;All fur coat and no knickers- No substance beneath&lt;br /&gt;Spanner- Wrench&lt;br /&gt;Fancy man jibber jabber- Love talk&lt;br /&gt;Gaw- Exclamation&lt;br /&gt;Right Cheeky- Attractively impudent&lt;br /&gt;Better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick- Not so bad&lt;br /&gt;Bob's your uncle!- There you have it!&lt;br /&gt;How's your father?- A nudge-nudge wink-wink bit of innuendo&lt;br /&gt;Ruddy Yanks-  Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4825009349506834124?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4825009349506834124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4825009349506834124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4825009349506834124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4825009349506834124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/taken-from-cake-wrecks-and-im-planning.html' title='taken from cake wrecks- and im planning to use it. AND SCREW IT! TRIALS AAAHHHH SHEEEE'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8917888069678044174</id><published>2009-09-07T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:56:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8917888069678044174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8917888069678044174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/stressed.html' title='Stressed.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-1367839761807021763</id><published>2009-09-04T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:08:36.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Scientist Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*For those who do not wish to read a load of stupid extra crap and want to read the Funny Story I was talking about in MSN, please scroll down till you see the paragraph in bright purple text. Thank yew.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Truth be told, I have NOT been looking forward to the YSC. Little did I know it would favour me and be of an advantage to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Advantage how, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For me, any opportunity to make friends and getting to know people I dont already know IS an advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Honestly, if there were ever a job called "Socializing and Making Friends", Id be at the top of the ladder, throwing down money like it was nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dreams shall remain dreams, for the time-being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The day did not start very well, as I was reprimanded by my father on being late for college once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a serious problem with timing, something I have yet to work on and to fix to ensure I do not get into any more messy situations in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to the topic, the day improved as it went along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First, I saw Sharon's new hair-do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She looked very trendy, and I must say I was very impressed because from all the haircuts Sharon has sported, she has managed to carry off every single one!! (while still lookin' totally smokin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life isn't fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Physics dragged through, being the first period, and my least favourite subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was totally clueless. (No surprise there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Biology went by, with me also slowly reducing my blur level, and becoming more awake. I hadn't truly awoken from my slumber, yet, at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;English had me wide awake, thinking of ways to write creative addresses for my formal letter. Yes, the only reason I look forward to writing letters is because I get to create fake addresses with silly names for roads and etc. etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im THAT jobless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Break came, and we followed our usual Friday tradition of bestowing our presence upon the lucky Kim Gary Restaurant. HE OWES US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didnt really enjoy my Cream Corn Fish Fillet Spaghetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sounds savoury, but tastes slightly bland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then MATHS came! Highlight of my day. (rarely is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We received back our results for CT4 (of which i was PRETTY sure I screwed up well) but to my pleasant surprise, I got 81! The only other time I'd' ever got an A was during the first term test. And that was ages ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I only did 29 MASA questions! Woot woot, thank God, he really knows how to work miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But my overall score is still pretty disappointing as I got 57.85/75, and thats a B 16. Only a mere three more marks would've gotten me a tentative A 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lets not even TALK about my Physics. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I spent the rest of my free time (we didnt have Chem) in the iZone, Fb-ing and chatting with Randy, Brenda (eventho she was just behind me), Arthur and playing Typing Maniac and youtubing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After disturbing the crazily nerdish Yew Loong, I set off to HB1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When it came to my turn to present, as usual, my nerves got a hold of me and I started blabbering nonsense. I missed out a couple of points, but hey, no one knew. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My irritating fake Brit/American/Whatever-the-hell-it-was accent from the video was pissing me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can piss myself off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And interjections of  "the power supply was turned&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; off&lt;/span&gt;, not off the power supply" and "Occurs is pronounced as a-curse, SARAH!" CAME FORTH from the grammatically-knowledgeable audience. (Namely Tjia Hwei. Dont ask me why his name is so darn complicated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I went to watch Chin Ken talk about superconductors since Ms.Phua wanted me to support the Physics class. So I obliged, being the nice person that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Halfway through I slipped out to watch Hanni present his topic in the room designated for Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mr.Ananda hurled controversial questions at him continuously, so much so I was stressed FOR him. I tend to emphatize alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I think Hanni carried himself well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I made friends with Angelina, Chin Ken, Wei Han, um,,, Jian Hong? (I dont exactly remember his name, but I know he was once called Ms.Phua's brother, oh the hilarity of it all) and Yu Lan! or Yu Lin. DARN. My memory fails me yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After that, I entered the Psychology class to see what was happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The female presenter was answering questions from the crowd, and believe me, there were MANY questions. (there were quite alot of people there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the topic was on Homosexuality, and I felt regret because I had missed the lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling bold, I posed a question (eventho I had earlier been absent).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Mr.Ananda slipped quietly in while I was talking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So it went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sarah: So you know, if Isomeone is just interested in knowing what kissing someone of the same sex feels like, does that make that person a homosexual? Y'know like Katy Perry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*A few girls titter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Girl: *Goes on to give a convincing explanation on how if you just want know how it feels like, then its just ur experimental nature (I think she was quoting Katy Perry's song directly) and that if u like and indulge in it then it makes u ghey and etc etc*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sarah: Oh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*Pause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sarah: FYI people, what I asked has nothing to do with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;*Whole Class bursts into uproarious laughter and shouts of "Yeah RIGHT"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The best part was, Mr.Ananda who was standing by my side also burst into hearty-from-deep-in-the-gut laughter and patted me on the shoulder saying "You DO know that people who deny it are just making the truth more obvious?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then he laughed so more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I was like "Uh. Yeah. Well. Now I know. Darn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And Mr. Ananda laughed so more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I tend to bring unnecessary attention to my sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Later, the counselling opera-singing teacher said casually "so ur lesbian, huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;even more -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I so aint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On the way home, I spotted someone from HB3 I frequently saw in corridors but never greeted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its quite amazing really, almost a year Ive been in SAM and i still dont know so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His name was Bryan and so happens he was walking home too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I had quite an amiable and pleasantly mellow conversation with him on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While extracting juicy bits of information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its nice having someone to talk to during the walk home y'know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Singing aloud to myself all the time just doesnt cut it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah. I know this was a long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I have the urge to write, I WRITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have I mentioned my love of making new friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-1367839761807021763?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1367839761807021763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1367839761807021763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1367839761807021763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1367839761807021763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/09/young-scientist-conference.html' title='Young Scientist Conference'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-8198793573753945799</id><published>2009-08-31T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:45:22.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Camp MOU?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;College camp.. College camp..&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Was looking forward to it, but wasnt expecting anything from it.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, it was good for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;See, my walk with God was getting REALLY REALLY dry and monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;During camp itself, I was having trouble focusing on really worshipping God.&lt;br /&gt;But by the end of the second night, after all those sessions (unfortunately, most of the time I blur blue gao gaooo) I can say that I can at least have the will to TRY to focus on God during p&amp;amp;w. :)&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that even the most faithful servants of God face spiritual dryness and that it isnt unusual.&lt;br /&gt;I made plenty of new friends, and played games and enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;It was basically a break from the routine of everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;My group was Police Force headed by Jared and me as the assistant.&lt;br /&gt;We did Star Wars Chollywood style, and I think it was pretty good, tho I had to do three voices, and I always nearly got mixed up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;My group members rockeeeedd!! :D I love them. Nan Hong and Edwyn especially. (i know i berat sebelah. shuttup)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooz, its way different from YC camp lah, thats what I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to explain why.&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend time with different bunches of people, so it was good. I like variety. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I learnt some things about myself from this camp...&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I MEMANG TAK TAU MALU LOR! sRSLY! its like, u know how girls like to talk about guys right? And if that person happens to be sitting in the room, they will get talked about lor! I cannot whisper wan, Ill just go loudly "OH THAT GUY OVER THERE IN PINK aH?" lol. Sorry, its a habit I may never get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, when I like someone, I have no fear of telling that person. Well. Uh. not TELLING LAH.. more like hinting? And I dont really care if i get rejected or accepted, because I feel the person I like should be told so they know that there ARE people out there who actually admire them. Good for their self- esteems, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, (this aint bout myself) I found out my sisters friends have resorted to bullying me in place of them missing my sister. It sucks, really. :(   [ i still love you all tho :P]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Camp was not without its hot guys too. ;) There were mainly three, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I think by now almost everyone knows about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;And srsly, Im a super forward person lor.&lt;br /&gt;I like, have absolutely no...."know how to be malu" value weih.&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;So now Im going to do maths.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, junk food times 1446143132 during camp... It was so cold, I loved it. :D Hated bathrooms tho. I only like my bathroom. :( Food was so-so, nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Camp SHIRT AND BADGES! woot.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. I found I have no problem mixing with older people as well! I think.&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new close friend, MR.RAYMOND! :D He rocks lah, just as weird as I am, thats why we click so well I think.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. yeah. :) I enjoyed camp lor.&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures with Sarah Yong sO ill post it up layta. :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys, whoever you guys are, reading my nonsense everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;br /&gt;(back to college. darnnnn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8198793573753945799?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8198793573753945799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8198793573753945799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8198793573753945799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8198793573753945799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-camp-mou.html' title='College Camp MOU?!'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-4021236242956774846</id><published>2009-08-27T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:54:27.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY!</title><content type='html'>I went to college and slept in the library first time EVER! was a little late for class tho. Then during LUNCH TIME! That was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sharon walked over to the BAKERY in SRI HARTAMAS ALL THE WAY FROM PLAZA DAMAS! And yes there is an interesting story to tell behind it all, but Ill save it for another time when my elocution, dictation and whatever -ion has improved. We enjoyed a savoury Rm15 meal and were really sleepy and tired by the time we had walked back to college. Yes, we walked back as well. I was too tired to enjoy English, but Chemistry was fun eventho our soap did not solidify as it was SUPPOSED to. ppft. stupid soap. then I had CF and this time 12 ppl were there! it was encouraging seeing the numbers grow. I was too darn tired to walk home so I got  Arty to fetch me. mehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sharon suggested that lunch thing on a whim,&lt;br /&gt;And we did it!&lt;br /&gt;It was really crazy. I mean srsly. CRAZy.&lt;br /&gt;but healthy.&lt;br /&gt;And loads, HEAPS loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love you sharon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebs bobs tits tots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4021236242956774846?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4021236242956774846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4021236242956774846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4021236242956774846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4021236242956774846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='TODAY!'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6255239849090165420</id><published>2009-08-26T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:06:44.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test - Spontaneous Idealist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Spontaneous Idealists&lt;/strong&gt; are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adjectives which describe your type:&lt;/strong&gt; spontaneous, enthusiastic, idealistic, extroverted, theoretical, emotional, relaxed, friendly, optimistic, charming, helpful, independent, individualistic, creative, dynamic, lively, humorous, full of zest for life, imaginative, changeable, adaptable, loyal, sensitive, inspiring, sociable, communicative, erratic, curious, open, vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surprisingly accurate compared to any other quiz Ive ever done- not to mention FACEBOOK quizzes, ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;br /&gt;(found on Cedric's blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6255239849090165420?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6255239849090165420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6255239849090165420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6255239849090165420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6255239849090165420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/personality-test-spontaneous-idealist.html' title='Personality Test - Spontaneous Idealist!'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-3799669225607905363</id><published>2009-08-24T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:17:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's all.</title><content type='html'>"So? How is it? Can it be fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;The woman hovering anxiously behind me stepped back as I emerged from underneath the computer table, shaking off the dust and adjusting my collar.&lt;br /&gt;"It's fine, ma'am. It's all good now." I said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh thank goodness!!!! You're a life-saver!! So what was wrong?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to use bombastic words describing the complexity of the wires and the parts of the Central Processing Unit, as all the visits I had done so far had required nothing more than a few tweaks and reformatting. All that knowledge, crammed into my head, full of technical and impressive-sounding terms, waiting to spew out at the slightest enquiry.&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;Should I take the risk and fizzle this young woman's brain?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;I stood there contemplating, and after a while with a small sigh and smile, I replied&lt;br /&gt;"No, ma'am. You didn't plug it in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&amp;amp;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-3799669225607905363?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/3799669225607905363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=3799669225607905363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3799669225607905363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3799669225607905363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-all.html' title='that&apos;s all.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8529592270529098761</id><published>2009-08-22T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:47:46.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and its just waiting</title><content type='html'>I may laugh it off, when people insult me.&lt;br /&gt;If they dont state that they are only joking, the truth is, i DO take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;With every laugh to shrug it off, that little string of words, that insulting sentence, becomes permanently etched in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I store away every little insult, but I harbour no grudge against that person.&lt;br /&gt;It just builds up, and up, and UP inside of me, until finally I let it go in a very drastic manner as my self-esteem comes crumbling down and has to be slowly rebuilded to a decent level.&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to stop taking these things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to insult me, PLEASE, afterward, say that you are kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But if u outright just want to insult me, go ahead, and later u will be responsible for my suicide.&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever said I would back down without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;touchy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Still waters run deep.&lt;br /&gt;Heck Im not stilll.&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed waters run even deeper, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&amp;amp;b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8529592270529098761?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8529592270529098761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8529592270529098761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8529592270529098761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8529592270529098761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-its-just-waiting.html' title='and its just waiting'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8629272476181417589</id><published>2009-08-19T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:11:09.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as expected..</title><content type='html'>ai wasted my holidays. :)&lt;br /&gt;But im pretty happy about it. I just wish I had another week to waste.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I havent been doing that already. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooz, today i went to Jared's house to do our poster. he is a minimalist, so that made it much easier. Less is more. So the least is the most.&lt;br /&gt;Then he fetched us to Mid V to have lunch at Kenny R (LOL) with Miss  the FOO! :D Thanks Jared.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, talking to her, but I had a pounding headache, so I was grouchy. I kept getting scolded by my parents today. Tsk tsk. bad.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I got my camera back! And i found only the memory card. So I spent pretty much the whole day searching the whole room for my battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God where it was.&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt think he'd answer.&lt;br /&gt;But I just realised, he did!&lt;br /&gt;Coz I wasnt really looking for my camera strap, and I remembered whereabouts it was.&lt;br /&gt;And I fell asleep looking for the camera (after not being able to find it)&lt;br /&gt;Then i closed my eyes and thought hard, and SRSLY IN MY HEAD, I saw the strap AND the battery being put into a purse. But the purse was a black one, But it was a purse nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;Then in my head, I HEARD-READ the words in my brain! I dont know how to explain lar.&lt;br /&gt;I heard-read "Look for the strap, and you will find the battery."&lt;br /&gt;SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;So then I just opened one drawer, saw a purple purse I had seen several times before while looking for my battery, and i took it, opened it and WALAH! THE STRAP AND BATTERY!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;thanks God. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8629272476181417589?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8629272476181417589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8629272476181417589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8629272476181417589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8629272476181417589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-expected.html' title='as expected..'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6416825603545616635</id><published>2009-08-16T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:35:06.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is gonna be a long one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;So I slept at three thirty last night. or should I say, morning.&lt;br /&gt;But Im pretty sure I spent those late hours doing something useful.&lt;br /&gt;For example, I downloaded plenny of this new singer I discovered!! SIA! :D She's da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;ANNDDD I found out that I knew someone who could sing well (unexpectedly), so it was a pleasant surprise!!!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, went to church, was half-asleep unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry God. D:&lt;br /&gt;Then at first a bit reluctantly followed my mom to Mid Valley for some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be really fun!!! :D But I was constantly blabbering nonsense, so yeah. Maybe it was my mom who got irritated in the end. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;NOW IM GONNA TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT. I made some really chun observations.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I REALLY LIKE THE MUSIC THEY PLAYED IN METROJAYA. (That's where I spent 99.99% of my time, cuz there was a sale, and everything was naise)&lt;br /&gt;It was like those, background, mellow, bistro kind of music? You know?&lt;br /&gt;Like they played those feel-good, inspirational music.... Like: I BELIEVE I CAN FLY.&lt;br /&gt;Srsly, I was humming and singing along, and then I walked past other ppl who were doing the same thing. IT was pretty funny when we stared at each other and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the atmosphere rocks. Maybe cuz there arent many people, so it has a really laid back and relaxing feel. Qeues can get long, but overall its pretty laid-back. Like the lighting, the decoration everything, it just puts a customer at ease y'know? Love it. They even have an old piano in the bathroom. Imagine how nice the bathroom is. You cant? Here lemme lay it out for you: IT WAS REALLY NAISE.&lt;br /&gt;But in the kids section, there were some really freaky looking children mannequins. Srsly. Elongated faces, slitty eyes.. Ugh, Id hate to be anywhere near THOSE at night. Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! And while waiting for my mom who was trying on some clothes, I spotted this really ugree looking sheath dress. I was so amazed by its ridicularity, I had to get a better look. It was a electric white (if thats possible) with black lace lining the top and bottom. It doesnt sound bad when I say it like this, right? well if you saw it, ud think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;It was butt-ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Even my grandmama wont wear zat.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went closer and was poking fun at it. Srsly, like talking to myself going "Gosh. Who would wear that... Got people even CREATE THIS KIND OF THING?!? Vomit. Goodness..." And then I was chuckling to myself while poking material. What I didnt realise was that there was a woman standing directly behind me (she mustve arrived a couple of minutes later) who was actually TRYING to take the dress to try on. And she overheard every single one of my comments on the dress. But I respect her, because after casting me a very eveel and spiteful glance thru narrowed eyes, she snatched the dress of the hook and stomped to the dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;Ooops. (emoticon for embarrassed yellow circle covering smiley mouth with hand)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there were SOOO MANY WEIRD DRESSES AT SOMERSET BAY! They really have such super odd patterned and cutting, that it makes you want to try it on! So i tried on several.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in City Chain, there was this picture of a girl modelling a watch. That's not the weird part. She was hugging a huge bunny that was as tall as her. I thought it was freaky, really.&lt;br /&gt;And underneath that picture, was a little slogan (i think its meant to be a slogan- i aint sure) which said "Take a lifetime to find love". It doesnt sound grammatically right. But my point is, are they trying to say if i wear that watch, Id take a lifetime to find love, and when I do, it will be with a humongous carrot-ravaging, tooth-out-sticking, FURRY, RABBIT?!&lt;br /&gt;DUUUDEEEE I MEAN, COMMEEE ONNNNNN!!!!!! O.o&lt;br /&gt;HAha. So I guess thats all I have to say. I doubt any of u will read this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ud all like, scroll to the last sentence and go&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Done."&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebs and bobs. I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-6416825603545616635?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6416825603545616635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6416825603545616635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6416825603545616635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6416825603545616635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-gonna-be-long-one.html' title='This is gonna be a long one.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-187275403897132407</id><published>2009-08-15T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:37:56.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangsar CG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;We Rock SOOO Hard.&lt;br /&gt;-Taboo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galen: SYNONYM of mountain!! MOUNTAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah T &amp;amp; Y: HILL! HILL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Galen: its a show its a show!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah T &amp;amp; Y: ONE TREE HILL???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Galen: Got NUMBER WANN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah T: 90210 hills??!&lt;br /&gt;Galen: YES YES! SO MORE SO MORE??&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Y: BEVERLEY HILLS???&lt;br /&gt;GALEN: YES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yessss lah.&lt;br /&gt;who rocks?&lt;br /&gt;we do. ;)&lt;br /&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/482473204457995092-187275403897132407?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/187275403897132407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=187275403897132407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/187275403897132407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/187275403897132407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/bangsar-cg.html' title='Bangsar CG.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-2976153004284828900</id><published>2009-08-14T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:56:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw and Nail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;PHYSICS...&lt;br /&gt;Just isnt my thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in my alley, my aisle...&lt;br /&gt;Not my piece of pie, or cake or whateverthingamabobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2976153004284828900?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2976153004284828900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2976153004284828900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2976153004284828900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2976153004284828900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-and-nail.html' title='Screw and Nail'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8814330798623579796</id><published>2009-08-12T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:12:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I havent been blogging</title><content type='html'>And all for good reason.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, write-ups, tests, and random sms-ing and calling has been keeping me away from my beloved blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another HUGE FACT that plays part innit is that my internet aint working.&lt;br /&gt;So everyday I have to stay back from college to use the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Not very upset about that tho, because from it I made many new friends!&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur, Jinn, Shawn, Samuel Choi, Louis, Some Melay girls (whom Afifah's name is the only one I remember) and... others! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;amyway..&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;My section in class was wearing blue and black and as USUAL i was the odd one out.&lt;br /&gt;I never FAIL to wear what they are NOT wearing.&lt;br /&gt;I think its a conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd AS USUAL, me and Yew Loong were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;I like fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Koh called me aggresive.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's right.&lt;br /&gt;I over exceeded the word count for text production.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get carried away when Im writing stories.&lt;br /&gt;And I also realised Im not really afraid of asking people stuff that usually NORMAL people wouldnt really want to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Im not giving examples, Im too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;And I SHOWED the almost all the girls in my class today the guitar which was studded on my bra! ONLY GIRLS, tho.&lt;br /&gt;Im weird that way, I was just too proud of the studded guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Cos its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me and Yew Loong were racing to get the Bio Practical books for Ms.Koh, and we both ran into the lab to search and grab the books first.&lt;br /&gt;But upon searching, we found that there were no books in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;Upon coming out, we bumped into Jeremy who was walking serenely with the pile of Bio books in his grasp.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid. It was in the Bio Lab Assistant Room.&lt;br /&gt;We felt pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;We had LAN test today, Wai Kit, Yew Loong and I were all sharing notes eventho Mr.William said not to.&lt;br /&gt;We are very naughty students.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Thats all for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Facebook time!&lt;br /&gt;I do realise that Im talking in a rather drab and boring manner but I really CANT be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I shall talk jocosely. So it may seem more interesting, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Bebs and bobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS HAS BEEN SHIFTED TO FRIDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;YAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;and Ive only read four pages of chapter ten, while there is still chapter 11,12,13! whopeedooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8814330798623579796?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8814330798623579796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8814330798623579796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8814330798623579796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8814330798623579796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='I havent been blogging'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-5366105888861898761</id><published>2009-07-31T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:28:26.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to fry an egg?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NO PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;JUST USE SARAH's FOREHEAD AND YOu CAN SAVE ON GAS! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick.&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/482473204457995092-5366105888861898761?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5366105888861898761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5366105888861898761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5366105888861898761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5366105888861898761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-to-fry-egg.html' title='Need to fry an egg?'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-7126502214248415741</id><published>2009-07-26T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:01:03.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>Look what I found on Jeronn's blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loyal and generous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt; Sexy. Patriotic.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Active in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt; games and&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interactions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Impatient and hasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Ambitious. Influential in organizations.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Short tempered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changing personality&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt; Not egotistic. &lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;ds&gt;&lt;s&gt; &lt;/ds&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;ds&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take high pride in oneself.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/ds&gt; Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's kinda true! :O I striked out the ones that didnt apply to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I suspected about JAnuary babies are true!! srsly, its like all the january babies ive met are pretty much SMART.&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER TOO. haih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-7126502214248415741?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/7126502214248415741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=7126502214248415741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7126502214248415741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/7126502214248415741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-5077699206386357199</id><published>2009-07-26T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:58:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...MY FINGERS, ARE DYING, SLOWLY, INSIDE, LITTLE BY LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt be surprised if one day I woke up and found all my fingers scattered across the bedsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&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/482473204457995092-5077699206386357199?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5077699206386357199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5077699206386357199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5077699206386357199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5077699206386357199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-great.html' title='Oh Great...'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2020591283959206135</id><published>2009-07-25T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:53:01.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sum up</title><content type='html'>Sooo Friday was basically interview (along with a calorie-burning two mile walk in high heels), a mad scramble back to college, chem practical and test.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went back home..&lt;br /&gt;Ate Krispy Kreme..&lt;br /&gt;Practised piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the COOL PART:&lt;br /&gt;My bro, was sleeping on the mat on the floor, napping while I played the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired, I slept on the rattan couch next to him.&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, my father slept next to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;After napping for a while, I opened my eyes to find my brother, father and mother sleeping side by side on the mat!&lt;br /&gt;It was a proper family nap.&lt;br /&gt;Much needed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I got the couch.&lt;br /&gt;They usually dont sleep onnit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then TODAY started off with piano..&lt;br /&gt;Then a short movie (City of Angels- ur better off NOT watching it, bloody waste of time, Nicholas Cage is a automaton actor)..&lt;br /&gt;Then piano lesson for  three hours..&lt;br /&gt;And then D'Fortune!&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I was humming White Christmas when my mom joined in&lt;br /&gt;Im really random.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, well. I hate my life. I hate my maths marks.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why im so noob at maths,&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;WHY? WHYYYYY???&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE LIKE SHARON! or like CHLOE! smart, slim, beautiful, talented!! Arghhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2020591283959206135?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2020591283959206135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2020591283959206135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2020591283959206135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2020591283959206135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/sum-up.html' title='sum up'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-3980632448300858171</id><published>2009-07-25T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:23:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krispy Kreme- and my jam-packed week.</title><content type='html'>Basically, you can derive all the information you need to know from the title itself!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate three Krispy Kreme donuts, and I feel like a sinful glutton who is on the verge of getting diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;My friends were right.&lt;br /&gt;They're WAY BEYOND THE LAND OF NORMAL SWEETNESS.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Id never thought Id say this, being the NUMBER ONE SWEET TOOTH SMACKER of all time, but there is the rare occasion of having TOO MUCH of a good - and sweet- thing.&lt;br /&gt;And THAT thing... is Krispy Kreme. Tasty, but must be consumed in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;Or ur liver will start having spasms.&lt;br /&gt;Like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And With piano exam coming up,&lt;br /&gt;Exams,&lt;br /&gt;Assessments,&lt;br /&gt;Presentations,&lt;br /&gt;and WHATNOT,&lt;br /&gt;I think,&lt;br /&gt;I may lose my sanity sooner than expected.&lt;br /&gt;Not that Ive already lost it, but I had some reserves left, y'see.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess THERE GOES the reserves.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Potty pooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebs and bobs.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt hab a good wik.&lt;br /&gt;I hope nex wik eez batter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-3980632448300858171?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/3980632448300858171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=3980632448300858171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3980632448300858171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3980632448300858171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/krispy-kreme-and-my-jam-packed-week.html' title='Krispy Kreme- and my jam-packed week.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4146514521178049572</id><published>2009-07-15T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:08:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if You think about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like changing my blog background. But then I would have to put back all the widgets again. Sien betul. Next time I should think carefully, cos now my blog look like im some.... ah lian. LOL. but at least dont have misspelled words in the background like : "No, YEW COOL NOT LAIK MEZZZ XXXX IM COOOL FOR YEW"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fooh. now that would be a bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A big stink bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Debate tmr Science against Religion. Oh God, please PLEASE forgive me for everything I am going to say, because I TRULY DONT BELIEVE IT. I'll even willingly let Religion win... lol. srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks to our "wunnerful" and "amazing" and TOTALLY CLUELESS LECTURER for giving us this controversial, chaotic, globally debatable topic. WHOOP-DEE-DO. LETS ALL JUMP OFF THE CLIFF, SHALL WE, AND SAVE THE HASSLE?!  &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/482473204457995092-4146514521178049572?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4146514521178049572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4146514521178049572&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4146514521178049572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4146514521178049572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-think-about-it.html' title='if You think about it.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-2688308854798659534</id><published>2009-07-15T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:06:08.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SAW THE SHIRTLESS GUYS AGAIN! SOBBBBB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2688308854798659534?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2688308854798659534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2688308854798659534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2688308854798659534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2688308854798659534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-shirtless-guys-again-sobbbbb.html' title=''/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2192130927925936870</id><published>2009-07-14T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:52:22.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i made a new friend.</title><content type='html'>As I walked out of hartamas shopping centre, turns out I had company while walking home, Mistah Danial was walking back too! And I found out he talks alot of crap. But its cool, cos I talk alot of crap as well.. So I THINK I made a new friend. Lol. Alot of incidents involving him has happened to me, I was quite certain he hated me. lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Now Ive got a headache from walking in the rain... darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2192130927925936870?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2192130927925936870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2192130927925936870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2192130927925936870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2192130927925936870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-made-new-friend.html' title='i think i made a new friend.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-5995260764328523169</id><published>2009-07-13T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:08:36.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was walking back today...</title><content type='html'>And guess what I saw?&lt;br /&gt;Something LIKE the most horrendousific nightmare Ive ever had in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;You know this phobia of topless guys I suffer from?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I still suffer from it.&lt;br /&gt;Not as bad as before, but its definitely lurking somewhere inside me.&lt;br /&gt;And today proved it.&lt;br /&gt;Just so happens today I was walking on the opposite side of the road, towards the park.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold,&lt;br /&gt;SIX, TANNED, MUSCULAR DUDES, PLAYING VOLLEYBALL and...&lt;br /&gt;get ready for it... (you know its coming)&lt;br /&gt;SHIRTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;uhuh, at four p.m. in the afternoon (unless that's counted as evening and Im a noob), six shirtless guys playing volleyball in a cement court beside the main road.&lt;br /&gt;Erk-ish but a little bit suspicious nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;I had to shield my eyes and cross the road as fast as I could, but thanks to the whizzing vehicles who threatened to run me over flat if I crossed without looking to my left and right repeatedly, I could only do so after FIVE MINUTES PLUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I looked back a lil.&lt;br /&gt;A lil. like srsly, just a lil.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe my phobia was just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebs and bobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-5995260764328523169?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5995260764328523169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5995260764328523169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5995260764328523169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5995260764328523169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-was-walking-back-today.html' title='So I was walking back today...'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6694468047965353080</id><published>2009-07-12T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:28:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BM, srsly?</title><content type='html'>Whats all this talk about converting Maths and Science back to Bahasa Melayu in 2012?????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell YOU something, I know a whole bunch of people out there who are incredibly dissatisfied with this decision.&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to us, many other countries out there ALREADY consider us a third-world country. JUST as we were well on our way taking a step forward to try to better our country and increase its global standard, we take FIVE STEPS BACK and become worst than we were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if Malaysians cant deal with learning those subjects in English, what ELSE CAN WE EVEN DEAL WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! We aren't dense.&lt;br /&gt;Why all this change of decision, I seriously thought it was a great idea learning those subjects in English, as the transition to college was definitely made easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I cant rave anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Im just upset.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. and I really thought Malaysia was finally gonna advance.&lt;br /&gt;whut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebs bobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-6694468047965353080?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6694468047965353080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6694468047965353080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6694468047965353080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6694468047965353080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/bm-srsly.html' title='BM, srsly?'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2032478273088296796</id><published>2009-07-06T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:54:08.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im so jobless i changed the colour of our names.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post something on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lov emy blogpost lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in primary 2, you used to wear shorts under your pinafor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you used to be like IM WEARING SHORTS UNDERNEATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we sat next to each other in pri 2 , and we had this gay teacher that was really meaannn i dont remember his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he ued to ask us to keep quiet and if he coughed or sneeze , he'd scold us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR.SAID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE USED TO TALK TO HIS GF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ask us to greet his girlfriend  then we all wud be shouting to this block-like, walkie talkie lookalike handphoneHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ill edit your blog post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make it more meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHA WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no u WOULDNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;St- says:&lt;br /&gt;id just copy paste this there&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh i typed ww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A3.raWr .Got Milk ? I keep pressing the ESC button , but I'm still here. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of www&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;St- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAaAHAhahaahaHAAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh man. the friends I make and keep. And the friends that remember me for all the wrong reasons. IT WAS SAILORMOON PRINTED SHORTS OKAY, DONT BE HATIN' ON ME CUZ UVE GOT NONE OF EM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this Anwar DUDE was the guy that sat next to me in class in 2H. I was in the middle of him and Izzati (I cant rmbr her name). She showed me her Elmo shorts so I showed her my sailormoon shorts lor. I think that was pretty traumatizing for Anwar,  because he remembered me when we re-met on the first day of Siva's tuition in Damansara in form 3. I thought he looked awfully familiar, and he probably thought I looked weird. :D THEN WE BECAME FRIENDS AGAIN! yay!! Im glad because Anwar makes really good Confucius imitations and can rawr like a dinosaur. A REAL one. O.o yes. he can. He always manages to make me laugh whenver we talk. He.... is silly. yes. *nods wisely* He is.&lt;br /&gt;but now! HE IS IN SINGAPORE! FAR FAR FAR AWAY! (at least, far far far away in terms of walking distance.)&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I shall continue to randomly msn him.&lt;br /&gt;because I CAN smell water. HAHA! HAHAHA!! YOU ALL SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;AND AEDES IS A MOSQUITOE! WHICH DOES NOT CAUSE AIDS! HAH! BETCHA'YLL didnt know that! TAKE THAT! and THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah tuition buddies. :) love them, hate them, wanna keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;bebs bobs tiddy tots&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/482473204457995092-2032478273088296796?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2032478273088296796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2032478273088296796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2032478273088296796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2032478273088296796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-jobless-i-changed-colour-of-our.html' title='Im so jobless i changed the colour of our names.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4538215406847420047</id><published>2009-07-04T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:01:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics. ... its time people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SlBPsKDwSTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0GAdQwEGAhU/s1600-h/olks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SlBPsKDwSTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0GAdQwEGAhU/s320/olks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354867576976460082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SlBPJEXi5VI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6yOEat6qRr0/s1600-h/IMG_9166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SlBPJEXi5VI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6yOEat6qRr0/s320/IMG_9166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354866974153434450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SlBOqPQuOJI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/g0Docy730Ro/s1600-h/Yu+Aoi7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sk9jnYOxA0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/AM_pcKK2plI/s320/goldencupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354608010137240386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sk9jX050v4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/RHREMrXD4kk/s1600-h/codycolese.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sk9jX050v4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/RHREMrXD4kk/s320/codycolese.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354607742956126082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sk9iiVDmuOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/FP-N9BlRl6Y/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Sk9iiVDmuOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/FP-N9BlRl6Y/s320/angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354606823874148578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAA BE BU BAH!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAA BE BU BAH&lt;br /&gt;BA BE BU BAH&lt;br /&gt;BA BE BU BAH&lt;br /&gt;BA BE BUUUUU ololooolololol LAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D im sorry if these pictures make no sense... they werent supposed to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4538215406847420047?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4538215406847420047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4538215406847420047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4538215406847420047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4538215406847420047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-pics-its-time-people.html' title='random pics. ... its time people.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/SlBPsKDwSTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0GAdQwEGAhU/s72-c/olks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-5184074258364149304</id><published>2009-06-30T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:58:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say my name, Say my name.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I cant stand it, Im turning into another die-hard-tried-too-hard-to-be-cute person.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;but darn, I think i was made for this! XD&lt;br /&gt;now if ONLY i was small sized...   -_-&lt;br /&gt;Which I dont see happening anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HB1 went to 789 for a formal outing, and I must say, I really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up and acting classy once in a while is a nice change from the continuous t-shirt and jeans combo.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures allll up on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sarah Yong for saving my life-- u know what im talking about ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ive gotten way beyond SIEN of college... I just want a CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;Its so weird when its only been like two weeks since the last holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Guess Im just sick of having to limp along in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why I cant get into action.&lt;br /&gt;I have been neglecting my scales..&lt;br /&gt;AAAAUuugghh!!&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so many things that need to be done which I dont want to do?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? WHY? WHY??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls out hair and screams and runs around room like a harried frantic rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwaahh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bebbobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM NOT GONNA! U! CANT! MAKE! ME! :(&lt;br /&gt;*sobs into pillow*&lt;br /&gt;on a "lighter note" (notice my voice is DRIPPING WITH SARCASM)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; I got grounded for a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And its because i was out two saturdays in a row! oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big sorry to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;jie cong&lt;/span&gt; whose dance competition i cannot attend. I know you will make us all proud and dance ur best. Be confident!! I will rooting for you from the vicinity of my bedroom!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-5184074258364149304?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/5184074258364149304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=5184074258364149304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5184074258364149304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/5184074258364149304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-my-name-say-my-name.html' title='Say my name, Say my name.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-6410550712203107581</id><published>2009-06-24T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:57:12.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND OH MY DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALISED!&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG IS POPULAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prances around the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN JUST A SINGLE DAY, PEOPLE, JUST A SINGLE DAY, IVE GOTTEN 58 FRGGIN' VIEWS!!&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT FANTASTIC OR WHAT?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay Im popular, yay yay Im popularrr...&lt;br /&gt;Or rather..&lt;br /&gt;yay yay MY BLOG IS POPULAR, YAY YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE's ALWAYS A SILVER LINING TO A CLOUD!&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Well.. Lets just say... SLUTS ROCK!! ;)&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/482473204457995092-6410550712203107581?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/6410550712203107581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=6410550712203107581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6410550712203107581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/6410550712203107581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/woohoo-baby.html' title='WOOHOO BABY'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8111730392180800827</id><published>2009-06-24T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:32:35.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Response to Whybelieveliars.</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I was only referring to the term "slut" in a general manner. Thank you, however for taking notice that I could have been talking about it in general or specifically.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, I am not associated or do I even KNOW anyone who is a slut. (thank Goodness)&lt;br /&gt;This is because everyone Ive ever met ranges from skanky, to skimpily-dressed to sometimes downright snobby, but NEVER, EVER slutty.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned, sluts....are prostitutes. Hence, I say they are the HIV-spreaders. They sell their bodies. They have no pride. But then, even THEY have a good reason to do what they do for a living, but that's not a good enough excuse.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that the girl referred to as a "slut" ISNT a slut, then why bother telling me that the "girl" here isnt a slut?? Because that would mean somewhere deep inside you, you DID think "she" was a slut, when the truth is, nobody ever thought she was.&lt;br /&gt;It just so conveniently happened that we were on the topic of sluts. And I was irked.&lt;br /&gt;And how would you know if Sacha was watching me type the earlier post?&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;STALKER! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I didnt get several of ur entries... As... I seriously just didnt get it.&lt;br /&gt;So.. I cant reply to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant we just accept that we WERENT talking about anyone I or Sacha knows?&lt;br /&gt;CANT IT BE THAT WE ARE JUST TALKING ABOUT SLUTS, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to blast Sacha, PLEASEEEE do it at &lt;a href="http://www.blastsachaallyoulike.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.blastsachaallyoulike.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that site doesnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;And I must thank you again for NOT dissing me much... As I am just the unfortunate host and blogger of this topic. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im Sacha's friend.&lt;br /&gt;You cant blame me for defending her and maybe believing all her stories even if they are untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Simply said, I thought the whole point of being a friend is to be there for them and defend them in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Im wrong..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just give up being people's friends altogether if this is what being friends is about...&lt;br /&gt;Im truly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;And once again, we werent talking about a GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOTE: Sluts. In. General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;They are PRETTY nasty.&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I know no one in Sunway, I think you mean that you want Sacha to figure out who you guys are right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the point of ur entries (thus contaminating my cbox) has helped Sacha to .... well.. lets just say she's terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHATS THAT THING ABOUT WAKING PEOPLE UP FROM THEIR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;IM FRIGGIN' TYPING YO?!?!??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just  gonna assume that all those entries were meant for Sacha but posted on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I will not remove the cbox as public spite is something for all to see and learn from.&lt;br /&gt;Dude/ Dudes/ Dudettes, you guys seriously have some DEEP issues with Sacha..&lt;br /&gt;I think you guys need to resolve them.&lt;br /&gt;Such burning flames of hatred and rage cant be good for the health, and the soul even.&lt;br /&gt;If you have time, please come approach me so I can console you and maybe help you resolve these issues, because I hate to see anyone so worked up over a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make love, not war.&lt;br /&gt;And I wasnt being sarcastic at all.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope you guys  become friends again.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) PLEASE CHILL.&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna post more mean comments about Sacha, I suggest you START your own combo blog, or just comment to this post instead of contaminating my cbox further.&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;college nao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8111730392180800827?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8111730392180800827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8111730392180800827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8111730392180800827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8111730392180800827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-response-to-whybelieveliars.html' title='In Response to Whybelieveliars.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-2988570317953535648</id><published>2009-06-22T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:33:05.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commemorating my 4000 views.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SLUTTY GIRLS are like the BEST PIECE OF CAKE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD PLATTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;theyre just so TASTY, you cant get enough of them, and once you've had enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BAM, uve got HIV! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;you know what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I WISH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I WISH SLUTTY GIRLS WOULD JUST.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;REPENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;YES, BLOODY DAMMIT, IM ASKING THEM TO REPENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I didnt ask them to be condemned to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I didnt ask for them to be murdered using very tortorous techniques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And I DIDNT ASK FOR THEM TO BE BANISHED TO THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE KINGDOMS THO THEY BLOODY WELL DESERVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WHAT THEY DESERVE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;IS THE FORGIVENESS OF GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;TAKE THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONNA SWEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WELL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU THOUGHT WRONG, THEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;THEY DESERVE A SECOND CHANCE, AND THEY BLOODY WELL ARE GONNA GET IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SO THERE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*contents of post has been editted due to "perasan" people thinking that this post refers to them or their friends..tq.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-2988570317953535648?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/2988570317953535648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=2988570317953535648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2988570317953535648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/2988570317953535648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/commemorating-my-4000-views.html' title='Commemorating my 4000 views.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8558790833001479484</id><published>2009-06-22T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:02:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD.</title><content type='html'>When steam comes pouring out from my ears..&lt;br /&gt;When I burst into uncontrollable, mad, lunatic laughter...&lt;br /&gt;When I think murderous thoughts in my head and it shows in my face...&lt;br /&gt;When black thunder clouds swirl above my head..&lt;br /&gt;When I scream into my pillow and pound my fists...&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like breaking everything and punching someone....&lt;br /&gt;When I shoot death stares at everything in my path and give wilting glares....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt; you know Im angry.&lt;br /&gt;Very. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;Very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got a really bad-temper. Its been "dormant" for some time now, but dang, there's a limit to everything. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've managed to control it...but now, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it all wrapped up. Stored away... Banished in the darkest corner, hoping that it would never surface again, that ugly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but YOU crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just CROSSED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8558790833001479484?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8558790833001479484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8558790833001479484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8558790833001479484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8558790833001479484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/mad.html' title='MAD.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4385400922813142607</id><published>2009-06-15T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:42:59.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleekout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So guess what? I nearly upped and died half an hour ago. Know why? Well. I decided to type out in full my English oral so that I could memorise it, right? So yea, I was done and had just finished typing the last word in the conclusion. Srsly. As I moved my mouse *imagine this in slow motion* towards the little floppy disc icon to save my document, all of a sudden, the world turned black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And it wasnt because I had suddenly become blind, or fainted or anything. Nah. It was a blackout. For amoment, I thought I was gonna get hysterics, thinking of all the time I spent on that stupid oral only to have lost it at the last moment. Calming myself, I went to take care of my brother and put him to sleep (haha sounds like Im gonna kill him or something). So by handphone light, I formed shadows on the wall and spun tales and stories of the magical creatures of Iguwaawaa, the land of monsters who chewed off your ears if you do not sleep when you are told to. (It didnt work on my brother tho. boo. I personally thought I was convincing). I could practically imagine myself in those.... feathery tribal crown stuff with those...indian shoes thing and that,....sack clothing outfit. Yeah. Sorry. I dont know the terms. Anyone care to enlighten me? please, go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So then when my brother was finally drowsy, I went downstairs and put the candlelight in front of the bathroom door and took a bath by the candlelight. It was a new experience. Tho... a very dark one. Anyway, I just realised it really isnt that dark at night. When I looked out the window, I ACTUALLY - just for a minute- didnt feel afraid of the dark. Ive always thought the dark unleashed untold horrors. (no kid.) Anyway, I was writing some stuff down by candlelight and suddenly in my mind, I could actually relate to the people waayy back then who didnt have electricity. The pen in my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" id="query" class="query"&gt;transmogrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; into a quill and a pot of black ink appeared before me. The book in which I was writing in became a scroll. O.O Shakespeareth era mucheth. Hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh and the BEST part is- my parents thought I caused the blackout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hello.. I may be a trouble-maker but that DOESNT give them the right to accuse me of all wrongdoing. HEY! I AINT GOT SUPERHUMAN POWERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*ELECTRICMANNNNNNN, DONT SHAKE MY HANDDDD, mmm mmm!!! (hums an off-key tune)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*world turns black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*Voice comes from staircase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mom: SARAH!! WHAT DID YOU DO??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dad: SRAH!! WHAT YOU GO AND DO??? NOW THE WHOLE HOUSE BLACKOUT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sarah: .....ey. Look out the window. Whole block blackout lah. How can I cause blackout wan, YOU THINK I PLAY WITH WIRES AND ELECTRICITY AND PLUGS DURING MY FREE TIME AH??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;bebs bobs *fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4385400922813142607?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4385400922813142607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4385400922813142607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4385400922813142607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4385400922813142607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleekout.html' title='Bleekout'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-255163734146242648</id><published>2009-06-13T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:49:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an account of past few days</title><content type='html'>Blogs been dead, I know.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, Friday at college everyone played dressed up. Didnt snap many photos cos the main camera(wom)men were camera-less. Boohoo. Then we had CF which consisted of Mossy, Sarah Lim, Ms.Leong and I only. Lets just say it was exclusive. After worship we went home. Lulu and Lolo fetched me back. I was tired so I couldnt say anything. Mossy has saggy cheeks, not nice to pinch like my taut, round ones. Then I went for Adult HF cos i had to songlead... Then Sarah Y and I made some veedeeos and posted em on Youtube. Shes really a much better singer than I am... Dont know what IM even DOING sometimes when I sing. LOL. Woke up at 8.30 today, Went for MADU. Jeremy didnt go, then we realised how much we needed him in Madu. LOL! Jimmy sat on my lap, it became kinda numb for a while after that. He has a girls bum. Then the kids went crazy.. And did the usual running around. tried opera and  beatboxing using the mic. Lynn and Alanna laughing like crazy... LOL. Met Nigel! Victor, Sarah and Marcia all dressed up to conduct Campus day. Went out for Wendys with DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH. AND THIS IS THE TOTALLY COOL PART.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this REALLY REALLY REALLY DROP DEAD GORGEOUS ABSOLUTELY HOT DROOL INDUCING GUY at Wendys. OMGOSHH *melts*&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing a Black Polo T-Shirt with Biege Slacks, had those macho silver watches, carried an expensive phone, sported a short spiky hairstyle and drove a Merc. He looked married tho. Didnt see his finger. HE looked like Andy Lau in his younger days EXCEPT much more good looking with chiseled features and slightly more than a Japanese tinge. Tall AND strapping and TOTALLY BUFF. Could clearly see it as he reached out to grab a french-fry. Definitely SMS-addicted tho. Oblivious to his surroundings. Left half his burger and french fries on the tray, and left. He didnt have any mercy on my hormones THATS for sure. Gosh. NEver met such hotness. I bet he is like 28++... 32 years old even. BUT GOOOOOSSHH SOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOO HOT. I mean. LIKE. SRSLY. Probably works as a model. *dreamy-eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta. bebs bobs and all things ... tots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-255163734146242648?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/255163734146242648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=255163734146242648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/255163734146242648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/255163734146242648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/account-of-past-few-days.html' title='an account of past few days'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-4464707999519824696</id><published>2009-06-08T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:04:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL ohhh im sorry King Johnson.. :( ur welcome to post up stuff now and then! HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-4464707999519824696?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/4464707999519824696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=4464707999519824696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4464707999519824696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/4464707999519824696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-ohhh-im-sorry-king-johnson.html' title=''/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-1432559416663140049</id><published>2009-06-05T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:53:39.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA ANNOUNCING THE ARRIVAL OF THE ROYAL HIGHNESS.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KING JOHNSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After months of disappearance........... I think Sarah thought I vanished into thin air or something.. The ONLY reason she pm me on MSN is either to ask for SONGS..... or... Listen to her TRIAL singings... So... =__=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before Queen Sarah kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*RUNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-1432559416663140049?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1432559416663140049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1432559416663140049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1432559416663140049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1432559416663140049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564849276427821960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6w3QQjxPF08/R7e9cePXKAI/AAAAAAAAABE/4D_ssiwEq9Q/S220/DSC00372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-482473204457995092.post-1512639860019356274</id><published>2009-06-03T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:58:05.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZz</title><content type='html'>Sleeping, is SOO My fave new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus. I think, Im gonna keep my little "secret" under wraps. Wrap it up like a mummy. AT ALL COSTS I must never EVER reveal this secret. It could cost me my future. O_O No, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me where I can find a part time job which pays twenty per hour and I only have to work one hour. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;So Penang..... *limping* here i come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-1512639860019356274?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1512639860019356274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1512639860019356274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1512639860019356274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1512639860019356274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/zzzzz.html' title='ZZZZz'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-8644821498772154922</id><published>2009-06-01T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:28:49.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird food combos.</title><content type='html'>Morning: Bread And Peanut Butter Slathered with Strawberry JAm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: (dessert) Slices of apple dunked into sugar and then soaked in Ribena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea: Napolitan Ice Cream with Wholegrain Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks: Bread with Kaya and Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are only the very few types of weird food i eat. It tastes good....&lt;br /&gt;I dont recommend the apples soaked in Ribena tho. Make sure the Ribena is SWEET and the apple, crunchy. Then only it tastes nice. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-8644821498772154922?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/8644821498772154922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=8644821498772154922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8644821498772154922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/8644821498772154922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/06/weird-food-combos.html' title='weird food combos.'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-164733701110753883</id><published>2009-05-31T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:16:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Speedy SCANDAL IS ONE OF THE BEST KOREAN MOVIES EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Holy Daddy, Seducing Mr.Perfect, 200 poounds, Antique bakery, Baby and Me, Do Re Mi Fa So La Di Do, Fly Daddy Fly, Im a Cyborg but thats ok, My Father, The King and the Clown, The Beast and the Beauty, Virgin Snow are a FEW of the MANY Korean movies that I have gave two thumbs up too. The order of the movies listed has nothing to do with its rating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ANYWAY. ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GOOD JOB to whoever produced the movie. =P s'cuse me for not knowing who. BUT I LOVED IT. AGAIN. I LOVED IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Want me to spell it out? HM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;L-O-V-E-D I-T! AAHH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-164733701110753883?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/164733701110753883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=164733701110753883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/164733701110753883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/164733701110753883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-it.html' title='WATCH IT'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-1408996564230929457</id><published>2009-05-28T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:32:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless (loveyakris)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yeah so I gave up putting them on my blog and turned to Facebook instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ill give a short description here, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Basically, I woke up late (as usual) and Sharon (the sweetie) brought us to Shogun where we had a little short snap-session in the THEN empty parking lot. Walked to Shogun so as to be "punctual" so Jimmy wont dulan. It was jam-packed!! I was kinda taken aback. Haha. Truth be told, Id rather eat Mc Donalds. Cos im lame. &gt;_&gt; So anyway. We went in, and started eating! And admittedly, the food is PRETTY good. This Japanese buffet has some pretty good AND creamy mushroom soup. Which isnt what I should be praising a Japanese buffet for having. But anyway. It WAS a little too peppery. But beggars cant be choosers, so losers will just have to be soup-slurpers. I dont know what the heck im saying, its 1.15 a.m. and im dead tired, so excuse me if im incoherent. Anyway. I just put on 55kg. Nope, i didnt type the number 5 twice, I just feel that way. Heck with it. Then I went to the arcade and immediately got myself some tokens to play the combat game at the back alley of the arcade without caring where the others are. I was so SET on playing that game for ages k. Yes, im sad. Then i went to look for the girls, and we went to Deeper and Harder (I SAW THE NODAME CANTABILE BAG I SWEARRRRR!!) and FOS. :) Tried on clothes, the usual. And Sharon and Chloe found the clothes of destiny. Or something equally mind-blowing, but I cant really remember now because Im kinda blur atm. Oh and we saw some beachy girl pulling along some poor victimised guy, and they were in uniforms. Oh joy. Not related. Then we went to watch I love you, man. It was funny here and there, but overall a pretty much boring storyline. I recommend watching it if you have nothing better to do and have too much money to spend. Yeah. After that we went our separate ways. This outing was PRETTY low-key I must say. OR it might've just been me being dead inside. YEAHhh... that mustve been it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so then i went home, ate bah chang (I could still eat okay.) and then went to play with my brother outside. Practised piano for an hour ++ and then headed to the TV for some more eye straining. Watched Mr.Siao's Chinese Class- a local show, and yet I recommend it as it is pretty entertaining-, followed by snips of Phua Chu Kang and then Life in the Fab Lane by Kimmora Lee Simmons (Haha love that show. The cheesy sound effects is enough to set me off) and then The Terminal on TV2. Tv2 rocks. Honestly. Anyway. The Terminal is a REALLY good movie. I would pay for that. HAhaha. Tom HAnks is da bomb. Honestly. Totally ended my day in a great note. But now im feeling dead inside again. Oh well. Will prolly keep feeling like this for a while. Till I go to PENANG! YES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jimmy's cow makes a funny moo-ing soung. IT really just sounds like a cow on meth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Like srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I just realised my description earlier is ANYTHING but short. &gt;_&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;bebs, bobs and teeny tiny tots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My mozilla has just crashed three times. Record much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Minging 535234266 (lazy press shift button)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-1408996564230929457?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/1408996564230929457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=1408996564230929457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1408996564230929457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/1408996564230929457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartless-loveyakris.html' title='Heartless (loveyakris)'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-3834398669832592843</id><published>2009-05-26T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:28:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the end</title><content type='html'>its almost 4a.m. and im going to college tmr. O_O and staying there till one from eight thirty a.m. oh.. 5 hours flying away. lets see what im about to do in college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, i woke up at 11 a.m. to discover I wasnt about to go to college anytime soon. Spent the morning playing piano and sleeping. ANNDD trying to dance. trying. note. i said "TRIED" okay. ppfftt.&lt;br /&gt;Then mom came back and I had a smackilicious meal of pasta and rojak. Weird combination but anything works for me.&lt;br /&gt;THEN now im in college waiting for the taylors placement centre in subang to fax stuff here. Bah.. Ive been here since two something. and now its like four something?? anyway. I bought the movie "seven Pounds" and am preparing to wake up tmr with sore red eyes and attend the lunch at one U at Shogun with other HB1-ers. Haah I worked up the courage to ask mom for permission to go to that as well as Sarah Yong's Canticle Singers performance thing. YAY. Activites lined up for me this whole month. Gonna be a busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not too busy tho.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;Ive not done more than two things that im meant to do these holidays on my to-do list. I cant cancel it off because its thing I need to do DAILY all throughout these hlidays. What nonsense. Sigh. I just realised...&lt;br /&gt;There is no use in me acting cool because people became friends with me for being the weird whacky hilarious crazy me in the first place. Therefore, in conclusion, I should always act like myself. LOL. Im done with people asking me to be ladylike and sheet. OR QUIET. Just so guys will like me. Well theyre only bloody WORTH it if they like me as I am, RIGHT GIRLS? I dont have to change for anybody. unless its because I have bad qualities that will bring me down in life. Then that one, of course, HAve to ubah to daun baru la right... OKAY. off to check if documents have arrived and then just bum around while waiting for Victah to fetch me?? Im wearing a daggy blue Methodist PJK shirt and ugly shorts.  and apek flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO GLAM WEI. I love wearing crap to college. it gives you the sense of rebellion and fighting against the law indirectly, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. only good lil girls like me do these kinda stupid things just to feel bad. Sad case. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebs bobs tuts tots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/482473204457995092-3834398669832592843?l=theonewhotookover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/feeds/3834398669832592843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=482473204457995092&amp;postID=3834398669832592843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3834398669832592843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/482473204457995092/posts/default/3834398669832592843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewhotookover.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-almost-4a.html' title='in the end'/><author><name>Sartay ooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10130575187302792294</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-482473204457995092.post-1857337178178662900</id><published>2009-05-24T23:58:00.055+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:35:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purely pictures. with captions lah. duh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl7wvErtiI/AAAAAAAAAio/gFswEx9p71k/s1600-h/mea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl7wvErtiI/AAAAAAAAAio/gFswEx9p71k/s320/mea.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339434910424479266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i camwhore using webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl7iylRVrI/AAAAAAAAAig/tlBkiBOxLyM/s1600-h/msungalses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl7iylRVrI/AAAAAAAAAig/tlBkiBOxLyM/s320/msungalses.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339434670848300722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can never get enough of these freakylicious shades. Shades, scarves, headbands. CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl7Y9_WDwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dCvYetzgoKo/s1600-h/mememe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl7Y9_WDwI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dCvYetzgoKo/s320/mememe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339434502111760130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like the colour of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(Picture taken down due to copyrights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah friend from holland laughing at my antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(Picture taken down due to.... well....funniness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he made those. he is.... origami-rose-tipped-ear-ed dude who has a weird hobby. of making origami roses. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl6Gg-AA0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Gq3el6U_1p8/s1600-h/IMG_2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl6Gg-AA0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Gq3el6U_1p8/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433085572219714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mummy took it. looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl59fsVWPI/AAAAAAAAAho/7Gcv0uu7UDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl59fsVWPI/AAAAAAAAAho/7Gcv0uu7UDQ/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432930610862322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mommy took this too. really nice. like some dragon... or tiger... eating light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5vONuWRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1kl9zFcT66U/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5vONuWRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1kl9zFcT66U/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432685400906002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neighbour's nice orange flowers. Which are prolly poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5hOOfUCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OucKMVfjs1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5hOOfUCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OucKMVfjs1Q/s320/IMG_2760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432444885946402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbie's Husband, Ken (his real name) and Rebecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5QvPrXgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MtyqZzxIIAw/s1600-h/IMG_2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5QvPrXgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MtyqZzxIIAw/s320/IMG_2759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432161691524610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ken's Wife , Barbie a.k.a Clarissa (her real name as well )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5B-BxDbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sqGU9MdMXXg/s1600-h/IMG_2756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl5B-BxDbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sqGU9MdMXXg/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339431907961671090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah Yong over-delighted at the appearance of garlic bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl40IbWzWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/L6zI1YfbsF0/s1600-h/IMG_2753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl40IbWzWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/L6zI1YfbsF0/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339431670235188578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Galen. LAU. LAU? LAUU old d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl4jWf-AXI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8NQ8jwD-G4E/s1600-h/IMG_2751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl4jWf-AXI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8NQ8jwD-G4E/s320/IMG_2751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339431381954855282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks clar and ken for providing such a scrumptious, high classed yet economical (?? just trying to make it sound more impressive) supper for CG. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl3xmUoMiI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CEK-nXToLAo/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl3xmUoMiI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CEK-nXToLAo/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339430527208796706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca in lurve with tha chocies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl3UByueNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SNJt5xIdfVo/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl3UByueNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SNJt5xIdfVo/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339430019186718930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Galen engrossed in checking out the selection of chocs. Greedy me already eating one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl2y82bNaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YmVGFBee23g/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl2y82bNaI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YmVGFBee23g/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339429450924373410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The.. Thorton chocs? i dnno wht them's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl2clYLvUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zS-ntLtADP8/s1600-h/IMG_2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl2clYLvUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zS-ntLtADP8/s320/IMG_2736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339429066666392898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jorn and Fiona acting cute. FAIL. no la. pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl2OrVy46I/AAAAAAAAAgI/--eEHyHlW8M/s1600-h/IMG_2733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl2OrVy46I/AAAAAAAAAgI/--eEHyHlW8M/s320/IMG_2733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339428827748819874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This girl hor.. super naughty wan.. but super cute lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1_noFKDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZFqUxErGMtw/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1_noFKDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZFqUxErGMtw/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339428569053734962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And weird thing is, my bro can put her at ease and make her not so naughty. she follows his orders. KOR KOR HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1uAVQImI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ABbTQy_P510/s1600-h/IMG_2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1uAVQImI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ABbTQy_P510/s320/IMG_2730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339428266448003682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiona ; 4 ,   Jorn ; 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1ZdKUMtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/MtCg-T_7_R8/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1ZdKUMtI/AAAAAAAAAfw/MtCg-T_7_R8/s320/IMG_2727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339427913409508050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that im gone from HF, the job of taking of kids is passed on to my brother (*punches fist in air* YESSSSS!!!!) But he's doing a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1JUGA3qI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Jx8gI1RRw8A/s1600-h/IMG_2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl1JUGA3qI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Jx8gI1RRw8A/s320/IMG_2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339427636097638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She super hyperactive lor. Like she made of sugar or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl04gbSw5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/TEBQM51H-mE/s1600-h/IMG_2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl04gbSw5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/TEBQM51H-mE/s320/IMG_2717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339427347350340498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swiss Roll from Serendah. apparently famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl0nvTymbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3GMRslsZW48/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl0nvTymbI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3GMRslsZW48/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339427059287628210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moms yummy tum tum chocolate cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl0X3Wp00I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HSzKUCQ914U/s1600-h/IMG_2713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl0X3Wp00I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HSzKUCQ914U/s320/IMG_2713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339426786569212738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I take bad pics of it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl0JyshA3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oIaruyXcyUo/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shl0JyshA3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oIaruyXcyUo/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339426544800564082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My messy table. (the mess has spread to the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlz9LwPjwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/q6dzSyTiMag/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlz9LwPjwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/q6dzSyTiMag/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339426328188784386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new SEXY LCD TV, BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlzt19du9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/GCjCMdqB3EU/s1600-h/IMG_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlzt19du9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/GCjCMdqB3EU/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339426064640621522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at the hotness it radiates. *melts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlzcP9y7tI/AAAAAAAAAew/n-FvMuWP2p0/s1600-h/IMG_2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlzcP9y7tI/AAAAAAAAAew/n-FvMuWP2p0/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425762383687378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The outing at One U. I look pregnant. HEck with it. I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlzK85YipI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1vfHeIba5Do/s1600-h/IMG_2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlzK85YipI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1vfHeIba5Do/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425465207130770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These "jackoons" (me included) taking pics of the Caramel Banana Waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shly99V0KlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FjT0KeNeNUw/s1600-h/IMG_2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shly99V0KlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FjT0KeNeNUw/s320/IMG_2928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425241988082258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoa. CBW. look at that thing. makes u wanna die a little bit inside, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlyozwRB_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/NC9qY9liC9Y/s1600-h/IMG_2924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlyozwRB_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/NC9qY9liC9Y/s320/IMG_2924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424878637418482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;top view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlyXp5E3UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xq_NRNx8qkc/s1600-h/IMG_2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlyXp5E3UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xq_NRNx8qkc/s320/IMG_2923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424583932239170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. so these two half-naked *wince* dudes dressed up as some kinda gladiator i presume, comes over and takes pics with us. ME and sacha declined lol. cos.. we were freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlyKAk6PiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zmn0UrDkAfI/s1600-h/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlyKAk6PiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Zmn0UrDkAfI/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424349503503906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like "WHUUTT the toot????!!!!" lol funny tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlx8L-zrBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3zcBXl3xFnU/s1600-h/IMG_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlx8L-zrBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3zcBXl3xFnU/s320/IMG_2919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424112046746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I probably encouraged them to come over by snapping their photo at first. my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlxh0450TI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RKkAcRIWKVM/s1600-h/IMG_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlxh0450TI/AAAAAAAAAd4/RKkAcRIWKVM/s320/IMG_2918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339423659171369266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chloe n Sach meh two darls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlxJjAS_mI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tR9fHKKGHkk/s1600-h/IMG_2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlxJjAS_mI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tR9fHKKGHkk/s320/IMG_2916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339423242053680738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a poor dead poodle, frozen white, with its corpse laying in the middle of the mall floor. We left it there anyway. It deserves some.. personal time. to...um... reflect upon its short lifetime as a poodle balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlw99BTgZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BePXPsvmjJw/s1600-h/IMG_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlw99BTgZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BePXPsvmjJw/s320/IMG_2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339423042878800274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool moving pic. i have no idea what they were doing. Scolding me for snapping pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlwyCLboPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KyXic8tHDfg/s1600-h/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlwyCLboPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KyXic8tHDfg/s320/IMG_2913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422838105022706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sacha and Chloe meh two darls. (yes they my darls. all of em')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlwcTJEfiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8cyCnwnA0T8/s1600-h/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlwcTJEfiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/8cyCnwnA0T8/s320/IMG_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422464701398562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking pics in shops which have "Pictures Are Not Allowed" signs stuck in front smack-dab in our faces.  Yet we ignore it. Love the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlwKZsfs4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zDQABmu07dA/s1600-h/IMG_2908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlwKZsfs4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/zDQABmu07dA/s320/IMG_2908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422157222949762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omg SHOPPPIINGG, bought orange top with "Gesaan" from Chloe. Forgot eng word. pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlv-e16y7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/dytm0t-xzUc/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlv-e16y7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/dytm0t-xzUc/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421952446221234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the dress but i look positively maternal in it. Ew. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlvviIIyjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Q0IGzOFZqXQ/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlvviIIyjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Q0IGzOFZqXQ/s320/IMG_2890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421695629904434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weird scarf and necklace and tank-top combo. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlvXhm-dII/AAAAAAAAAc4/FD19dsrwQls/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlvXhm-dII/AAAAAAAAAc4/FD19dsrwQls/s320/IMG_2827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421283173954690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww arent I trying too hard to be cute? And doing a good job of it????? YES LA. (lawl sharon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlvIy6kRaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1ElvFTVFWuI/s1600-h/IMG_2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/ShlvIy6kRaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1ElvFTVFWuI/s320/IMG_2815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421030121489826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like taking pics of the clouds above. THE SUN. THE SUN. WAHH THE SUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlu97InAFI/AAAAAAAAAco/QKql-sETFyo/s1600-h/IMG_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9R5t4LPg4Q/Shlu97InAFI/AAAAAAAAAco/QKql-sETFyo/s320/IMG_2798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339420843349311570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I look like some hippie guy here but i seriously think the background looks fake. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so bored. That's just pants, that is. Plus I think one of my friends is a slag AND a minger. Minging minger. But today was absolutely fantastic. With knobs on. Heck. Im trying to speak like ppl in Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging. MY dad prolly saw the cover of the DVD and was horrified. I like their accent. And all those odd words they use. PANTS? lol. what... Naff....RESULT!! LOL. gosh. i love that show, honestly I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway. OVer n out. spend the last few hours posting these pics and msning in between. Its 1.15. Early, but im already tired. Sigh.. Should I sleep? ill decide later. Everyone around me seems to becoming either emo or dead. 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