<?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-24758675</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:08:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><subtitle type='html'>HIIIIII.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758675.post-4749792603082275647</id><published>2008-02-15T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:23:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentine's day! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, only Chip and Karen gave me presents so I would like to thank them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU my darling valentine. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-4749792603082275647?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4749792603082275647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=4749792603082275647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/4749792603082275647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/4749792603082275647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2008/02/v.html' title='v'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-6566458755149315785</id><published>2008-02-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T16:40:14.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no link</title><content type='html'>Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was talking to Farhan about physics. Why? I have completely forgotten. But that does not matter. So then we started talking about how physics was cool like when you go to the Uni you can learn stuff like quantum physics which is soooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to tell him how I had no idea why I wanted to be a lawyer. I wanted to, but never actually knew why. For one thing, my combined humanities isn't exactly very strong. In fact, it sucks. Also, I really love my sciences. So I started to wonder why I wasn't going to be a scientist or some thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he was like, "so you're happy with your sciences?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that I actually wished I was doing all three pure sciences. He asked why and I said that I didn't like learning combined science because it made me stupid. He didn't understand so I gave him the following analogy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you're in Primary School. You're learning your basic mathematics operations like addition and subtraction, multiplication and division, obviously very important in life. So yes, imagine that you're learning plus, minus and times, but no divide! You ask your teacher, "Ma'am, why aren't we learning divide?" Your teacher replies, "Oh, you don't have to learn it in this class. Only the Pure Maths class learns it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's why I don't like the fact that I'm not learning the sciences pure. Assuming that (I'm about to exaggerate here) you don't learn about gravity and its acceleration. In that way, unless I ask my friends for a lesson about it, I'll never ever understand it. And you only live life once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay enough blabbering, I'm feeling rather happy today. Why? Because trust makes all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-6566458755149315785?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6566458755149315785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=6566458755149315785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/6566458755149315785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/6566458755149315785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-link.html' title='no link'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-7378525789849734337</id><published>2008-01-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:11:52.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aieghjopaergaiop</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-7378525789849734337?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7378525789849734337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=7378525789849734337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/7378525789849734337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/7378525789849734337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2008/01/aieghjopaergaiop.html' title='aieghjopaergaiop'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-8727007545897078871</id><published>2008-01-22T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:47:04.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recording.</title><content type='html'>Haha yeah I'm totally spamming posts, but like what the hell. I think I need to make up for my blog's inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few weeks ago some of us had to go to the Shamrock Studio daily after school for the recording of national day songs along with other schools such as St. Andrew's, St Margaret's and Riverside. The Pasir Ris Crest Sec girl disappeared half way through and I haven't the faintest idea why. If I was a mean, uncaring boy, I would say "Not like I actually care," but since I try to be nice most of the time, I'll say, "I wonder where she went". Although honestly, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be facetious or anything similar but this is simply what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fact that I forgot the names of the Riverside people is an annoying presence to my conscience and I feel bad everytime I think about how they actually remembered mine. It could be because they can see my badge which displays my name. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed, with little to no difficulty, to remember the names of the St. Margaret's and St. Andrew's people. One reason is, I actually talk to them. Ethan and Raymond are from SA and Abbie, Chip, Karen and Tia are from SM. There is no special significance to the order, I just decided to put them in alphabetical order because everyone knows alphabetical orders are all the rage. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we recorded national songs, like I mentioned, such as Chan Mali Chan, Semoga Bahagia, Stand Up For Singapore, the COMMUNITY SONG, the Tamil song (I don't know how to spell the title) and the Chinese song (I just hate the song.) Recording can be fun though tiring at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a really great experience and a few of us ended it with dinner and a nice night at East Coast Park where I poked Karen periodically. Mehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-8727007545897078871?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8727007545897078871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=8727007545897078871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8727007545897078871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8727007545897078871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2008/01/recording.html' title='recording.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-8848507633031264357</id><published>2008-01-22T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:24:07.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEYYYYY</title><content type='html'>I was digging through my documents and I found a little document on MONEY and the lack of power it has in actuality. I must have found it from somewhere and saved it so as to ABSORB IT'S TEACHING or something. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Money Can and Cannot Buy&lt;br /&gt;A bed, but not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Books, but not brains.&lt;br /&gt;Food, but not appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Finery, but not beauty.&lt;br /&gt;A house, but not a home.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine, but not health.&lt;br /&gt;Luxuries, but not  culture.&lt;br /&gt;Amusements, but not happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Companions, but not friends.&lt;br /&gt;Flattery, but not respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown (to me, at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, do you now want to stab yourself for thinking with such a materialistic point of view? No? Neither did I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-8848507633031264357?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8848507633031264357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=8848507633031264357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8848507633031264357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8848507633031264357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2008/01/moneyyyyy.html' title='MONEYYYYY'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-8793691351778361613</id><published>2008-01-22T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:46:45.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gr</title><content type='html'>gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the HTML coding for embedded background music, so... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-8793691351778361613?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8793691351778361613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=8793691351778361613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8793691351778361613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8793691351778361613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2008/01/gr.html' title='gr'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-8892493727215645988</id><published>2007-11-01T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:40:51.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 + 2 = 3</title><content type='html'>HEYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yup, I went for the PLTC meeting today. Did I mention how much fun I had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't because it was so damn boring. No offence to Ignatius and Yuan Zheng and whoever. It's just that. It was damn boring. And I was uncomfortable cos the LT chairs suck. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't. No, don't blame it on your speech or anything, it's just that, um...... hello. How are you doing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, allow me to (painstakingly) re-enact my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you rarely hear roosters crow in Singapore but this is MY story, and I saw a rooster was present, dammit. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rooster crows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yawn~~~. What a beautiful day it is today," said Charles, "GOLLY, it's still so early, maybe I'll go back to sl-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the clock and it was 11 am. This meant I was going to be late. The PLTC meeting would start at 12 nn and according to my complex series of calculations, it would take me thirty to forty minutes to reach school. You might ask, why, then, would I be late? Well, because it is REQUIRED that I lie down in bed for at least half an hour after opening my eyes. It's a self-inflicting bad habit but what you gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 11.30 am, I got out of bed and went into the toilet because that's what normal people do. For all those saying that I'm not normal and stuff, well, err, my daily morning activities do not concern you. Bye bye. I hate you and I don't ever wanna see you again! Please don't talk to me. I rock, you stone. Talk to the hand. It's like stealing candy from a baby (in the spirit of Halloween). Two peas in a pod. Add fuel to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can go on and on. So I shall. Pull up your socks. Cry over spilt milk. Bury the hatchet. Bridge over troubled water. A rolling stone collects no moss. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Kill two birds with one stone. Spill the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THAT WAS SO FUN! *insert gay smiley face here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway I reached school at around 12.15 and I was late. WOW BIG surprise there! So I went into the LT expecting a large number of people, impossible to count, but instead I was greeted, no, wait, I wasn't even greeted, damn it, by a group of maybe less than twenty people. Well Ignatius was going through the PLTC schedule and I won't say it was boring, but it was very standard. It was even in the same format. Nothing against that, of course, I'm just stating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you see my eyelids started to grow heavy as my body began to feel more weary and i decided to close my eyes. Oh, if I had fallen asleep I would have been so damn happy but no I couldn't cos I was uncomfortable. I just can't sleep sitting down, you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I did sleep sitting down, once. I was at the bus stop waiting for Brother Edward to open the back gate of the school. It was early in the morning and raining so it was really cozy, alright? Anyway Dannel came along and I said hi. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later Brother opened the gate and oh, guess what, Jefferson and Jonas were already inside! They didn't help to open the gate for me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, damn I'm talking about the wrong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes I was so bored today so time went by REALLY slowly. If only I could bend time and space. Then hell yeah I'd have a lot of fun! Imagine, I could sleep as long as I want to but still be early for school and stuff. And if I wanted to I could rule the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so then we were assigned to call the guys from our group because the form conveniently failed to mention what time they were supposed to get to school in the first place. Then Jefferson, feeling all mean and stuff because I called him cute yesterday when I was bored while waiting for party quest, decided to ask me to handle a whole another group. I would have said no and went home and cried like some dog or some such but then he is part of the OT and it is only right that I do whatever he assigns me. So, I saved the defiance and tears for another part of my life. Which is yet to come. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all decided to leave. YZ asked me to go basketball with him but I suggested shopping instead. Then I changed my mind realising my lack of a certain paper substance in this thing I call my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden he was like "Hey do you wanna go Penin and go buy tapered pants?" I was kinda taken aback at the suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, probably noticing the look of shock on my face, he added, " Not today, la. Some day, I call Sajiv (why him? No idea.) then we all go Penin go buy tapered pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Ben heard me agree he would have sliced my head off. With his bare fists or something, muttering, "I'd rather kill you now than let you go over to the Mud side." I would be quite touched at his kind intentions if I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and the end hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-8892493727215645988?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8892493727215645988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=8892493727215645988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8892493727215645988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8892493727215645988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-2-3.html' title='1 + 2 = 3'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-898642874710095629</id><published>2007-10-29T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:52:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>Yes HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I last blogged. So I think I'll talk about what I did in school before it ended! Haha it was so fun playing around with that relief teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Gerard Quek if I recall correctly. Ms Geraldine Quek's brother maybe? I think not. Firstly, they look nothing like each other. Secondly, I think it would just be weird. But then again, who cares what I think? (to the guy reading who said "Me!", thank you. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our dear physics teacher Mr Tan Chee Wei was absent. So HOW? Relief teacher of course. Before I go on, however, it is important to note that many of my teachers were absent (or lazy to teach) that day. Fine, maybe it wasn't that important. Who cares anyway? (to the guy in the audience who said "ME!" again, thanks thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying this Gerard Quek came in and he acted all cool and stuff. This is how he did so. Also, do note that he failed acting cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once he walked into class, walking all poserish, he put the worksheets down on the table. Then, turning to us, the congregation of 3e3, he said "Hey, I seriously HAVE NO IDEA why your teacher gave me worksheets to give y'all." Trying to gain our respect much? Anyway he went on to say some nonsense about it not being his fault and stuff like that but YEAH SURE we believe him. Actually, we did. He seemed like the honest kind of fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did the worksheets which were rather easy. Then, seeing how the class wasn't exactly in order, (fine it was in chaos,)I decided to move to the other side of my class to talk to my friends sitting there. I borrowed my friend's phone to play Sudoku for a short moment but then I got lazy (I DID NOT GIVE UP) and stopped playing. Then Mr Gerard Quek said "It's getting too noisy! I be nice to you all and you take advantage of me! All go back now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda figured no one liked him anymore. The little act he did at the start of class was in vain. Well anyway I went to Jasper's place because it was nearer to where I was than my seat and I wanted to prevent unnecessary movement. Plus, Jasper was outside on official punishment business. Then our teacher had a sudden urge of kindness so he decided to summon Jasper back into the room. Seeing the rightful owner of the seat return, I moved to my own seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Quek, probably bored or something and asked me "didn't I ask you to go back to your seats?" Yes, he did, but what's his point anyway? Obviously I has no intention to listen to him. But that's not what I said. Insead, I said "Over there more comfortable la sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why there more comfortable?"&lt;br /&gt;"Further from you what." (lol shit this got me into trouble. but REMEMBER! He was trying to act cool.)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, so the further away from me you are, the more comfortable?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." (I was one chair away from Jasper's place but oh what the hell)&lt;br /&gt;"Behind far away from me. Why don't you go there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure! =)" (I then proceeded to the back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was peace for a brief moment. Until Sherman said "Hey what's wrong with my pen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examining the pen for a moment, I concluded that not enough force was being applied to the button of the pen. Obviously, Gerard Quek was unhappy towards my kind helpful attitude towards my friend. He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there a problem back there?"&lt;br /&gt;"No sir, really comfortable here. Got fan." I pointed up to the fan, beneath which I was sitting.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, is that so? Would you like to go to the General Office then? There has aircon."&lt;br /&gt;"Serious ah sir? You allow?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure, go sit there, have some coffee and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;"so, sir, if anyone asks I just say taht you gave me permission la?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no no no. Don't need to mention my name..." Lol the coward.&lt;br /&gt;"So, really ah sir, you let me go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thus excused myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the Office, I sat down on the comfy cushioned chair and breathed in a good breath of air conditioning. Unfortunately, I was lied to. THERE WAS NO COFFEE. Well, that's okay. I kinda prefer tea. But there wasn't any of that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided to close my eyes to give myself a rest. I think I deserved the pampering of the aircon. Or not, but who cares. ( thanks again to the guy blah blah blah) Well anyway, a few minutes later, the General Office door opened; someone was coming in! Well, duh. Anyway, it was our dear co-form teacher Ms Teng! She's such a nice person, so I wasn't afraid taht she might scold me. I said hello and she said hi. Then she asked why I was in the Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my word about not mentioning his name, I said "Oh, the nice relief teacher from our class asked me to enjoy the aircon." She nodded and smiled and after walking a few metres away,  she said "Gerard Quek ah?". I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a minute later, the door opened again and this time it was my classmate Jefferson! He said I was allowed into class now. Then I thought, why wouldn't I be allowed in the first place? It's my class after all. -_- I was escorted back, the nice boy, God bless his soul (he's still alive btw.), and tehn Gerard asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So? Enjoyed yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, thanks sir." He nodded. So I added, "By the way, I saw Ms Teng in there. And she asked me why I was there."&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say?" He almost looked concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I said the nice relief teacher in my class asked me to go there. See sir I didn't mention your name."&lt;br /&gt;My classmates laughed and clapped as Mr Gerard Quek was officially speechless. He regained his ability to speak a moment later and said, "please sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to my seat and decided to just stone as class would end in about 10 minutes. Then out of the blue he suddenly said, "Would you like to read my magazines? Whatever makes you comfortable," then he looked at my badge, which had my name printed on it, being a prefect and all, "Charles?" I cringed when he said my name, but either way, I refused him, saying how I wasn't a magazine person and how I didn't like 8Days very much anyway. Clearly, he hadn't given up on trying to piss me off, as he then asked, "what about Reader's Digest? Is it nerdy enough for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I was insulted. Even if I'm nerdy he didn't have to say it like that. If it was so nerdy why the hell was he carrying it around everywhere he went in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being polite, I accepted it and turned to the joke-page. None of the jokes were very funny. Boo. So I had satisfied him and he had successfully pissed me off, but I obviously had to watch my conduct, being a Prefect and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, the bell rang and I returned to him HIS nerdy Reader's Digest book. And he left. I think we were all happy to see him leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sometime while I was reading, he actually sat on the teacher's table despite constant warnings that the table was spoilt. Then, the table collapsed! Haha, it was an amusing sight to see him falling and muttering "fuck!" at the same time. It was like a circus show. Since all the things on the table had fallen off and he was too much of a big shot (from wherever he came from or something) he asked whoever laughed to pick them all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone from the back said "All go help pick up ah!" which would have really caused what our teacher said to backfire. As many people were standing up, he said "it's okay, 6 boys will do." Nice one lar sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my little tale. Just a little re-enactment, probably only 5% is not true due to memory issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-898642874710095629?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/898642874710095629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=898642874710095629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/898642874710095629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/898642874710095629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/10/lalalala.html' title='lalalala'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-2653816944126900791</id><published>2007-10-08T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:36:06.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then what happens.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in four days' time, our end-of-year exams will be over. Everyone will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students will be happy: they've got no more exams, they can play all the LAN they want, loiter at all the shopping centres they want and smoke all the cigarettes they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers will be happy: no more teaching those troublesome kids, no more scolding, a good break for their throats. Even more, they've got a nice holiday for themselves to take their time marking our papers and sipping at some hot tea/coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaners will be happy: no more freaking rubbish all over the place! Then they go home to keep their grandchildren/cats happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone won't be happy, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lak, the principal. This is a pure guess, but I think it's rather accurate. My guess is once the papers end, he'll be sitting, all scared in his office awaiting phone calls of complaint. Sure enough, five minutes after the papers end, the phone rings. Guess what, there is an illegal meeting at Siglap Park connector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, 5 minutes, they took a long time this time round, eh. My students are improving," chuckles Lak. Surprised at our improvement in behaviour, he cheerily tells the journalist living in the park connector (?) that he will handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what I've just said is only 50% true, and it has happened already. Anyway, you get my drift: Lak is gonna be receiving calls like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, why are your boys naked in the Esplanade?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, why are your students dancing in the middle of the road?"&lt;br /&gt;"LAK, why are your students stealing cookies from the cookie jar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard, however, he enjoys caning people because it's a good form of stress relief or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHACK. "Wow that felt good." Err, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway chemistry was good today. I think I might get at LEAST a B3? Heh, it's not good to get too complac- oh who cares I CONFIRM GET A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm a real comedian today, I must have eaten a clown for breakfast. -_- Oh, shit, I got that from a movie, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I better not say anymore; I'm just ruining my social life if I continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the happiness in life is getting hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-2653816944126900791?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2653816944126900791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=2653816944126900791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/2653816944126900791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/2653816944126900791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-then-what-happens.html' title='and then what happens.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-4631726477277337543</id><published>2007-09-22T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:57:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED.</title><content type='html'>omg alot of shit has happened lately. i hate it. i hate it. i wish things never happened. /emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i visited ben's blog and i found a survey! you all know how i love surveys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;List out 5 presents you really want&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;(some of these may not be materialistic)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I WANT HER BACK! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;2) that shell she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;3) cash! heheh materialism ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;4) more cash woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;5) surprise me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div align="center"&gt;Answer the following questions: &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;The person who tagged me is : Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;My relationship with him: Good Friends&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;My 5 impressions of her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Anti-M _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Nice guy ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;3) good legionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;4) my piano instructor heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;5) please see point one.&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;The most memorable thing she had done for me: wa hard one. probably treated me to something i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;The most memorable thing he said to you: Muds are the cause of the world's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;If he becomes my lover I will kill myself. GAYNESS WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;If he becomes my lover one thing she would have to improve on  would be my sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;If he becomes my enemy I would : be sad ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;If he becomes my enemy the reason would be: I become an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;The most desired thing I would want to do for him now is: pay him back his money =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall impression of him: nice guy with a big heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you think people will feel about me: "THAT GUY IS FAT." =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div align="center"&gt;The characteristics you love about yourself are: oh shit i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;On the contrary the things i hate about myself is : i sometimes cant control my mouth and it leads me into shitholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is: i want to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;For people that like and care for you, say smth to them.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry if I ever hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;Pass this to ten people (not that im sure they will read about  this)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;ZZZ i shall not curse anyone with this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&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/24758675-4631726477277337543?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4631726477277337543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=4631726477277337543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/4631726477277337543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/4631726477277337543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-so-much-has-happened.html' title='OMG SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-6990382994429490605</id><published>2007-08-25T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:45:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes!</title><content type='html'>i started talking to RACHEL again on the 20TH OF AUGUST 2007 and im happy i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes ever so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-6990382994429490605?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6990382994429490605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=6990382994429490605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/6990382994429490605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/6990382994429490605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes.html' title='yes!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-4115450056802591137</id><published>2007-08-15T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:41:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING REVIVAL</title><content type='html'>Okay hello. This post shall be the post to revive my blog. some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today! hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yes okay. I shall try to post more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-4115450056802591137?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4115450056802591137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=4115450056802591137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/4115450056802591137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/4115450056802591137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-morning-revival.html' title='GOOD MORNING REVIVAL'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-6432429437172848824</id><published>2007-06-12T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:48:18.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eee so dead</title><content type='html'>I have not, obviously, updated my blog in a long time. Honestly, I could hardly care but since Sylvia so nicely and sweetly asked me to, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, however, is one problem! I have nothing to blog about. If I did, it would probably be something about my life like the previous Giap Xuan one. Hehe it was fun writing that. Hmm yes. Thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, now I'm in a little predicament. What on earth should I write? Yeah, sure, I can be the boring person I am and write stuff like how my day went. Well I'm not saying only boring people do that, but it so happens that my day today was rather boring. Went Toys R Us to (unwillingly) contribute money to an overpriced, seriously overpriced, mind you, water gun. The gun ad three nozzles. So like what the hell did we need such a fancy gun for? It's not like our flamethrower is gonna be that useful anyway! What's it gonna do, start barbeques? I think not. Actually, the flamethrower is supposed to be used for Art! But we are kinda failing at the art part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay that was a delightful recap, but on to more serious business. Well, not that much more serious, because I'm not a very serious person. Heh heh yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh screw it, I can't think of anything, so I'll jsut go talk about school. So, it's now the holidays, so there is no school! I mean, yeah the school is still there of course, there are just no lessons for us to attend! Well there were, like remedials and nonsense (unhelpful nonsense) like that, but I was away in Ipoh so I could not attend any of them! And no letter required. Muaha. Now that's power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, let me talk about Ipoh! It's a nice place la... Fortunately, I did not get assaulted by mosquitoes like Royston. You could say, I got harrassed by them. Roy said he had like 20+ bites, but I had less than 10. I WIN! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies we stayed at this LaSalle Centre in St Michael's Institution and it was quite a nice place. There were beds, and the bathing conditions were pretty good! Plus, since this was not a Patrician camp, I could bathe in peace, free of the worry of those posers who peek over the partitions. Heh even if they wanted to peek over the partition, they had to be like more than 2 metres tall because the partitions for each cubicle were rather high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we spent alot of time indoors, like during sesions and such. However, there were tiems when we went ot to watch a movie, or play LAN (Brother's suggestion) or just eat. On the last day of camp, we went to watch Next, the Nicolas Cage movie. Surprisingly, or rather, unsurprisingly, the cinema was almost completely empty! Other than the 10 of us Singaporeans, there were probably only 5 other viewers in the cinema. This was one of the reasons why the cinema was very cold I guess. The show was quite alright, though I thought it had a rather disappointing ending. I wish they had continued from there. I bet the movie makers were running out of money or something... Maybe the director was Mark Cheong hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that boy Mark Cheong didn't come with us! I can't remember the reason, but it probably has something to do with either Tennis, Drums, Guitar, Violin, Chinese Tuition, Maths tuition, Cricket or some other thing. Like doing something to his IC. I haven't seen him recently, as well. He didn't even attend Legion camp! Brother, Mark is going astray, Brother... Rumour has it that he's in Malaysia, but why the hell should I believe so? I bet Mark was so despo for friends that he made friends with Rumour and convinced Rumour to spread the "fact" that he was in Malaysia. Despo child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Jefferson didn't go as well, but nah it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference. I mean, we have nothing in common with him. He plays neither DotA nor WoW, or anything we talked about. So, I'm not that sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah I'm tired to write more so I guess I'll go eat something. Grr though I think I'm getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-6432429437172848824?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6432429437172848824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=6432429437172848824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/6432429437172848824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/6432429437172848824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/06/eee-so-dead.html' title='eee so dead'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-3307098960440021919</id><published>2007-04-17T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:49:26.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened today, 17th april 2007</title><content type='html'>Ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school today, I walked to the prayer corner as usual. But if you think of it, it's not really a corner. It's more of a space thingy with chairs that have like pictures against a wall. A corner would be more cornery but there was no sense of cornerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes we had the prayer as usual. Benjamin and Joshua didn't come. I knew Benjamin wasn't coming; he was sick since yesterday. Hope he gets well soon. But the Joshua... I knew he wouldn't come la... and speaking of Joshua, the moment I typed the "J", he signed into MSN. Like what the hell. Speak of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after prayer I walked with Donald to the Prefect's Assembly area. I felt the earth quake... "Must have been imagining it," I thought, and we continued to the Prefect Assembl area. Then, suddenly, I got to th assembly area and found out the cause of the quake. From it's epicenter there Giap Xuan was doing jumping jacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No surprise," I decided. Weighing over 10000N, it was no wonder that each jump would cause a seismic wave that would ripple outward. I did a little well timed hop at every quake and avoided being knocked off my feet ina literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight into this "Giap Xuan" feller... Yesterday, during IPW, this guy stood up, and after muttering some words only dogs could understand, threw a table out of his way. Like some epic battle scene, but obviously not as epic because in that case Guppy would have been the main character. So anyway using his uber 1337 tossing skills, (probably aided by his large mass and shot-putting[maybe?] in primary school,) the table was flung a few metres away from him. It almost hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cursed and then lifted him in the air using my Force Choke abilities. Trust me, no one is strong enough to actually lift him. So anyway as I was saying I lifted him in the air using my Force powers but even so, it was very difficult. His neck was so thick it was like a Force Insulation material thing. I, using my Force powers, threw him against the wall and to my surprise (no not really) he was i no pain at all. All his flab had cushioned him against the impact that would have led to his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised Lightning from my fingertips in an attempt to fry him. (Trust me he wouldn't make a healthy meal.) However, his blubber was like rubber. Rhymes aside, he was unhurt. I lifted the very same table in the air using my powers and flung it at him. "The power of irony," I smirked, "Killing him with the same table he used against me." If this was a movie, it probably would hav done well, earning me millions, but we can't all have things our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table hit him and he cried in terror likea caged beast trying to escape from it's cell. (You know, clawing and all with fangs exposed etc. etc.) It left a rather nasty scar across his face which made him look a bit more handsome in my opinion. However, the table bounced off his cheek fat and was redirected at my face. I now had a scar of my own and to cover it I made a mask that I would wear forever more. I didn't wanna fight anymore so I went back to my seat, and I found everyone clapping and cheering and saying what a mavelous job I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Guppy was less hurt than I thought. There he was happily doing jumping jacks that would cause the seismic scales and scale of justice to go off balance. I shouted, "stop jumping! You're gonna kill someone!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uprootin the tree next to me with my powers, I used it as an extremely long baseball bat and swung at him. The moment it came into contact with his acid skin, the tree started to rot and decompose. Fortunately I let go of the tree or else the infection would have spread and I would have lost my life. So anyway I walked forward to mark my attendance. It's good to have a good attendance. I went to my duty post, Kiely Square and walked to the back alley which wasn't really an alley but for the sake of the story it shall become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there I found three Band members strutting their stuff when they should have been getting ready to sing the National Anthem with the rest of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the name of the Galactic Empire, under the order of His Majesty, I hereby place you under arrest." I announced. Immediately they drew their weapons. One had a trumpet, another a clarinet and the last one a tuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rebels, I sighed," and I drew my Lightsaber from my belt. (School belt, in fact) I activated it and reflected whatever deadly soundwaves they sent at me. I eventually, after doing a few cool stunts here and there, managed to destroy their weapons (they called them "music instruments" lol whatever) and get them arrested. I kicked them into the canal behind and I don't know what happened to them next but I don't really care. I had done the Emperor proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking back to actual Kiely Square when suddenly a book fell from the sky. It was black with a high qualiy leather. The type the rich people carry around to look cool. I picked it up and opened it to see it's contents. It was completely empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderful," I thought, "I don't like second hand things." However there were words on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~   * THE HUMAN WHOSE NAME IS WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK SHALL DIE *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the patterns I wanted it to look cool but oh well what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was like "cool lol" and picked up the book immediately. I flipped to the next page and I found out that  in orderfor someone to die, I had to write the person's full name with the person's face in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the announcements the classes started to go back to their classrooms. I led them with an Iron Fist and if anyone were to disobey me they would be arrested for open defiancy the punishment for which was death. They all seemed to love lif, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came class 1N1 and there was this fat guy I really detested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whipped out my new book with I promptly named the "DeathBook". I wanted to name it Death Note but tha sounded lame and DEATHBOOK sounded way cooler. I flipped to the first blank page of the DeathBook and took a pen. Uncapping the pen, I wrote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERALD HUANG POSE&lt;br /&gt;DETAILS OF DEATH: BEFORE DYING, COMMITS HIS SOUL TO SATAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and later on Mr Pose died with his final words being "LOL I LUV SATAN." I smirked. No one goes against the Sith Lord Charles Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay end of part one and btw this REALLY HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-3307098960440021919?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3307098960440021919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=3307098960440021919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/3307098960440021919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/3307098960440021919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-happened-today-17th-april-2007.html' title='what happened today, 17th april 2007'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-8710493682945314008</id><published>2007-03-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:22:43.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since i allowed marvin to frame me.......</title><content type='html'>Took from Marvin. Obviously, our answers will be very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The song you've been most singing toyourself recently?- Let there be peace on earth. =)&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you currently want rightnow?-M! but cannot lah.&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you do today?- a lot of things. choir practice and tuition were the more not routine ones&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you hungry? What would youlike?- french fries from macs.&lt;br /&gt;5. What have you been thinking aboutmost today?- the JEFFERSON, so cute.............. and then reminding myself i'm straight. =)&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you ever just sit outside andwatch the stars?- once at the sec3 camp&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your current annoyance?- physics homework.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want a new cell phone?- yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you waiting for someone rightnow?-not really..&lt;br /&gt;10. Name one thing you’re lookingforward to this week?- acies and can see N again whee.&lt;br /&gt;11. Can you make new friends easily?- pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;12. What would you do if your bestfriend turned gay?- i don't have a best friend boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you plan out what you wear theday before you wear it?- erm no my uniform is kinda compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;14. What is music to you?- noise. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever fallen for your bestfriend?- is best friend closest friend? if so then a little bit, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;16. If you had a chance to savesomeone significant to you, would you? yes.&lt;br /&gt;17. How many times do you eat eachday?- 4 i think..&lt;br /&gt;18. How do you cheer someone up?- i suck at cheering people up! dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you a morning person?- no i always feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;20. Is it easier for you to fallasleep or to be woken up?- fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;21. Think of one person, stick withit. you don’t have to say their name.Would you pick them up stranded 100plus miles away if it was yourbirthday?- pick them up as in? drive? cos u gotta admit 100+ miles is a long way....................................&lt;br /&gt;22. Has your best friend ever hurtyour feelings?- no best friend ftw. =)&lt;br /&gt;23. Give two reasons why you getdistracted in class.- the JEFFERSON SO CUTE OMG and the making fun of mbctf. really gonna cause me to fail.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think it’s funny whenpeople get hurt?- no it's sad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! unless its like giap xuan.&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to guess, how do youthink you're gonna turn out in life?- i think i'm gonna turn out fine. and regarding questions 5 and 23, I'm not gay no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-8710493682945314008?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8710493682945314008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=8710493682945314008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8710493682945314008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8710493682945314008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/03/since-i-allowed-marvin-to-frame-me.html' title='since i allowed marvin to frame me.......'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-49571980288743905</id><published>2007-03-24T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:19:20.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to blog about....</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about, which is why I haven't made a post in almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm let me see. I finally got to play DotA after like a week. Er... yesterday I played with Abel and his bros, Farhan, Huang, etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game rocked! It was AREM and I got Meepo! How fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other team had alchemist, venomancer, clinkz and treant proc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my stuff, took the bottom lane and laned with veno. Normally I would have been cursing and swearing (inside my head) but it was Abel's noobier brother, so I didn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( And now, for some reason, I shall tell the story in a first person from the Main Meepo's point of view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had difficulty laning with the venomancer. At the other lanes, my partners Viper and Darkterror were doing fine. For me, it was difficult. Every time I approached, or at least try to approach, a creep to deny or last hit, a blast of poison would be shot at my face. The poison would burn me, crippling my ability to move, as well at the same time hurt my health slowly. Like smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed when I became stronger and reached a higher level. I learnt how to create a clone of myself, although imperfect. I had only the knowledge to create a single clone, however, but that felt more than enough. I had the ability to see through the eyes of two people, splitting my focus into half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my clone at the lane and I returned to base. I could still gain experience from what my clone was learning. It was a connection we had. A blessing, and a curse. Earlier, I had learnt how to teleport myself to any other clone using the power over the earth I had. Supposing we were very similar, I assume we have the same abilities. After getting my Headdress (which looks real girly) and my Buckler (which looks stupid) and my Boots of Speed, I teleported to my clone. I named the ability "Poof", because I thought it was a cute name. Now there were two of us. The venomancer had to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initiated by throwing a net which pinned the targets caught within to the ground. "Earthbind", would be an interesting yet cool name, seeing as the targets were, well, binded to the Earth. My clone and I began to repeatedly hit the venomancer, which was trying to fight back. Our target tried to escape after realising the fighting back was futile. We chased as far as we could, till the first Scourge tower of the bottom lane. Then I realised it, my clone's health was low! The now dying venomancer noticed this too. Lasale turned around with a valiant hope of killing my clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bad move," thought I, and the both of us butchered him. However, my clone had been fatally poison by what the venomancer called a Shadow Strike. "It's okay, it didn't hit me," thought I, when suddenly, my vision went black. I had died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's like how the first few minutes of hte game went. After that, I was the first to reach lvl 25 and I soloed the first Roshan and killed Tree just in his base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna play another game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-49571980288743905?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/49571980288743905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=49571980288743905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/49571980288743905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/49571980288743905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-to-blog-about.html' title='nothing to blog about....'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-7379294781815147520</id><published>2007-02-27T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:22:59.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Educational Career pt1</title><content type='html'>Heya!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do this post on Thursday but then I got impatient (and bored) so I decided to do it today. And by the way if I feel bothered I'll add to my posts &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!! Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay these are the subjects I'm taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cs&lt;/span&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cs&lt;/span&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; = elementary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cs&lt;/span&gt; = combined science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt; = combined humanities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; = elective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the legend just to make it seem cooler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to sit for my physics and biology exam which are coming out tomorow and on thursday respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I expected for eMaths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+1=?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I got some crap like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3^(n+1) = 8^x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la just kidding I can't remember the exact thing... But you get the idea. In some sums there were more alphabets than numerals. It felt like English. Which was sad because if I don't understand English then my life is over. Thankfully I held together and I did not submit to throwing myself of a flat at 11-storeys. So for those people who want me gone, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, history kinda went okay. You see I was supposed to study at 9 yesterday but my friend asked me to start 15 mins earlier but then I don't really like studying. But to keep my word I studied anyway. In front of the laptop. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you, laptop. =) But yes, I studied anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a whole lot of nonsense inside the textbook. Like President Wilson's 14 points for something. I can't remember. 14 points for treaty-designing I think. I wouldn't know because I only remembered the first point, that being &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;there should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;secret treaties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Clemenceau fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember some like.... page... with a... map... ARGH the memories!!! Okay a map's a map. The thing was, there we tons of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on it. Which made things effectively more difficult. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not remember everything so I continued looking around and I found a lovely page with 4 points! I memorised, them too! And I was so lucky!! The four points came out for the Structured Essay Question! Whee thaaaaanks N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because of this I might actually pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay that's it for now. Good luck to the rest of the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-7379294781815147520?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7379294781815147520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=7379294781815147520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/7379294781815147520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/7379294781815147520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-educational-career-pt1.html' title='My Educational Career pt1'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-8231432394767638995</id><published>2007-02-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:35:32.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supposed to be 50 but only got 47. oh well.</title><content type='html'>Okay so I stole this from someplace. And yup here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How tall are you barefoot? Er... 167 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smokedheroin? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? toy one ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who's your best friend? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before"meeting the parents"? When I meet then I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? They rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song? most of them are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer todrink in the morning? water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your bathroom clean? clean enough =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favoritepiece of jewelry? hmm.  i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like painkillers? haven't tried yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lurein the opposite sex? sex bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you own a knife? not really. it's kinda a family kitchen knife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have A.D.D.? no. but herman does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name? edmOnd. not edmUnd ar thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts atthis exact moment? 1.N going for curia? 2.What to write for 3... 3.Social studies gone case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 thingsyou have bought:Food, food, and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks youregularly drink:1.Water 2.Water 3. water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What time did you wakeup today? 6.15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry? how to talk to M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Current hate? No hate lar.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be? home i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Least favorite placeto be? er. some boring place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where would you liketo go? meet N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you own slippers? actually no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What shirt are you wearing? some cheap skate t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color(s)? WHITE AND PURPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? the type on the ships like Jack Sparrow? sry no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you had an alcoholicdrink? CNY time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do you singin the shower? all the easy to sing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocketsright now? nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last person that madeyou laugh? royston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets you hadas a child? my bedsheets not nice lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you'veever had? cannot remember. thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you own? 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudestfriend? yi kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silentfriend? joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have acrush on you? if only i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you wish on shootingstars? never see shooting star before. but if i did, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favoritebook? harry potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favoritecandy? chocolate. milk chocolate is fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What song do/did youwant played at your wedding? the common one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you wantplayed at your funeral? Helena. lmao. kidding. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing? finding surveys to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the Firstthing you thought of whenyou woke up? 5 more minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-8231432394767638995?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8231432394767638995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=8231432394767638995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8231432394767638995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/8231432394767638995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/02/supposed-to-be-50-but-only-got-47-oh.html' title='supposed to be 50 but only got 47. oh well.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-117067221614170158</id><published>2007-02-05T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:43:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblah (shawnhuangness)</title><content type='html'>Whee. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DotA is seriously deproving. But no worries, I'm not gonna quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do is to practice more! Argh, it's so difficult when I can only play during the weekends. Curses. However, I shall perservere! (Perserverance, heh, +4hp regen, 100% mana regen, +7 dmg). See, my theory doesn't fail me yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the bright side I'm not the noobiest player in the world. No offence, but I managed to own Shawn Huang! Not much of an achievement, but I managed to win in less than 25 minutes! I'm quite proud of myself for that, I must admit, even if it is against Shawn. I'd like to see you try, Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes Joshua is more pro than me now, dammit, but he won't ALWAYS win me. I can still win sometimes. Maybe like 2/5 of the time? Not too bad lar, considering that he gets to play everyday, while I'm stuck with three days a week. Plus, on those days, I can't play ALL the time. Damn, I really need to go out more, but it's so difficult because of my mother. Grrr. Going out like twice a month is a lot for her. Please lar, most people go out at the very least once a week. Oh well, screw it. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, allow me to talk about the games I played. The 25 minute game rocked, of course. Owning always rocks. My ulti did like 2/3 of his hp lar. Okay okay, I won't brag, but I'll whine and complain why I lost like a small kid. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, one very easy explanation is that I suck at strength heroes, and Bryan is pro at them. I'd like to see him try playing an intelligence against one of my agility. ("one of my" being, well, the usual. =)) So yeah I got Spiritbreaker. I was like wtf I get this pig and he gets Slardar. To make things worse his partner was King Leoric. Well, fine, Shawn was playing as SK but Farhan and I aren't very good at Dragon Knight and Spiritbreaker. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah basically Bryan was underlevelled at first. I think I got cocky, like I usually do with strength heroes. Damn strength heroes. Damn them. Argh. It infuriates me to go on any further, because I'm childish and I don't like losing. But then again, not many people do, so bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are the types of heroes and why I like/dislike them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength heroes: Real BITCHES. For some damn reason, I always feel like my health is damn high when I'm using strength heroes. Like I won't die and can tank a tower at level 11. It's some psychological shit. I'm sure of it. Like "oh I'm a strength I can't die because my regeneration is godlike!". Something like that. Obviously, I don't ACTUALLY think like that, cos it's gay. Well one good example is Slardar, who is hardly a tank. He is obviously more of a hero killer. With skills like Bash, Amplify and that AoE stun thing. Damn I forgot what it's called. Must do research!!!! Anyway it really pisses me off when I'm happily chasing my target into the base and then &lt;em&gt;suddenly&lt;/em&gt; I realise that my health is as low as erm. Well my health is low. By the time I try to get out, BAM. I've been killed and the hunter has become the hunted. (Sorry I realllllly wanted to say that for quite some time now.) Well, yeah. Playing strength is a real bitch. Unless it's really a tank, like centaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agility heroes: My favourite. They are oh so easy to play. Like what the hell for AM all you need to do is Blink and Break. For PA all you need to do is Blink and SS. Well, you get the idea. Of course, it's not all fun and games. Your HP and MP is shit, which kinda makes the game not so boring. I mean, You actually have to pay attention. Not like with those damn strength heroes. So yeah, I really enjoy playing with Agility because most of them are fast hitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence heroes: I'm rather neutral about Int heroes, but I must say that to play them effectively an A in eMaths is required. Almost most of the time, you'll be busy calculating numbers like some mathematician dog. "OH, 75% of 300 damage is 225! If only I have calculated properly my spell would have killed you!!!" Most of the time, you end up crying due to some simple miscalculation. Also, intelligence heroes are dependant on items to at least be worth something late game. Meaning, your fingers will be flying all over the keyboard. From skills to items and then back to skills. An example, maybe? For Lina the Slayer, she has to press T D G Num4 T D G. That's like 7 buttons for one combo. Screw that. You still have to freakin aim. Also, you'll have to manage your mana consumption. A real pain in the head, if not a good mental workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's just my point of view. But then again, it is &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; blog, so please keep any comments to yourself. Unless you really cannot tahan and wanna screw me upside down for my opinions, then go ahead and scold me in the tag board, since my stupid template has no comments function. If you're lucky you can actually get a reply! =) But talk is cheap, and I'd rather spend my time doing something valuable, like playing/researching DotA, or maybe even having a social life and chatting with my friends on MSN. So good day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-117067221614170158?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/117067221614170158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=117067221614170158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117067221614170158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117067221614170158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/02/blahblah-shawnhuangness.html' title='blahblah (shawnhuangness)'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-117023878665638627</id><published>2007-01-31T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:19:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another survey</title><content type='html'>I got this off the net so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your wallet?money and other sentimental items&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed?nothing now...&lt;br /&gt;What's on that way top shelf or in the very far back of your closet?clothes.&lt;br /&gt;What's in your underwear drawer?my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;What's in the trunk of your car?a body.&lt;br /&gt;What's in your desk or locker?a death note.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a super-secret hiding place and what's in it?no i don't. so there's nothing in it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel guilty about something right now, if yes what?yes. pissed off the combined humanities teacher. actually we all did, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;What is the most embarassing thing in your room right now?my bolster. so cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;Have you done something recently you hope no one finds out about?yesh.&lt;br /&gt;What is your last thought before you fall asleep?how do i get a star?&lt;br /&gt;How long have those leftovers been in the fridge?days.&lt;br /&gt;If I confiscated your computer and took a look around....what would I find?many things&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with anything?bolster, purple pillow, pokemon pillow&lt;br /&gt;What is your midnight snack weakness?anything. mostly potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever you shop lifted?i've friend-lifted =)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever vandalized anything?yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?yes. although it was that pale now that i think of it&lt;br /&gt;What do you wait until no one is looking to do?hmm. good question. gotta think about this.&lt;br /&gt;Have you told the truth in this survey?not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to copy and do on ur own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-117023878665638627?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/117023878665638627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=117023878665638627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117023878665638627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117023878665638627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-survey.html' title='another survey'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-117016202126501762</id><published>2007-01-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:34:07.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahlah</title><content type='html'>Wahaha. I i got two new contacts on MSN yesterday. Abel and John P. Whee now I actually have more classmates in my contact list. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oo Kimberly and I actually started talking. She's not saying one word sentences anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I do my duty like a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; prefect should. [In &lt;em&gt;italics&lt;/em&gt; not because of sarcasm but emphasis]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously la. I don't go to Slack Central! As often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that the club I created is still standing though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as we speak I'm writing an AntiMage guide. =) No, I'm not going to post it at the forums but just here at my blog. Also, I'm gonna find a nicer skin. I'm bored of my current one. Very bored. Very very bored. EDIT: SKIN SEARCHING PHAILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Josh I'm not two-timing I'm not even one-timing. =) Thanks for your understanding. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-117016202126501762?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/117016202126501762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=117016202126501762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117016202126501762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117016202126501762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/01/blahlah.html' title='blahlah'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-117006333849299879</id><published>2007-01-29T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:35:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ee yuck agm</title><content type='html'>I'M ON PROBATION, EVERYONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha no need to congratulate me, I know I've earned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one thing, I don't do duty. *crowd cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! *crowd becomes silent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STARTED SLACK CENTRAL!! *LOUDER UPROAR FROM THE AUDIENCE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, allow me to explain what Slack Central is. I'll refer it to SC from now on. Okay, I am the president of the SC. It all started when I was bored during prefect duty during recess. I asked Shawn Huang to follow me and then we went to Joshua's duty post. Kiely staircase: right at the end of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we now had 4 members. Then, I got Scott and then Matthew soon came along. What SC is is well basically a group of prefects who have nothing better to do. Well, we do have something better to do, but er. Nevermind. We just hang out there. We are a group who keep a look out for each other. If any of the Excos come to find trouble, we have each other's backs. THANKS ALOT, SLACK CENTRAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, I did not manage to achieve this on my own. No, no. Credit will be given where credit is due. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly! JOSHUA. Thanks ar let me slack at your duty post. Then just on the day when I ask you to come to MY duty post, you say no. Then Dickson come and talktalktalk. Well, don't worry. As you can remember, I chose my words carefully so as to prevent you from winning that wonderful letter of warning. Also, my DotA talk-to at SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have Shawn Huang. Haha it's because we were both bored that I decided to create the SC. So, if not for you, SC might still have been born but we would have had one member less. OR not. I would have roped you in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Scott. Ya la liar like hell. Saved me from Ricardo once I believe. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHH that's all thanks bye. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-117006333849299879?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/117006333849299879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=117006333849299879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117006333849299879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/117006333849299879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/01/ee-yuck-agm.html' title='ee yuck agm'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116870139959958046</id><published>2007-01-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:16:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cetz</title><content type='html'>Hey guyyyyyyyysssssssssssssssssssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only posting this for the sake of posting it. I havent posted since the new year and that's like damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need a subject, right? So yeah recently I've been very involved in the choir, due to the inaugural prayer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I made new friends there like Jefferson, Jonas and Nick Chin and Corey. They are nice people. Yeah I guess I'll just write about that............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh I'm running out of stuff to write on this blog. So many things that I have to say are diaryish and that's boring! But oh well. Another time then. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116870139959958046?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116870139959958046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116870139959958046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116870139959958046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116870139959958046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/01/cetz.html' title='Cetz'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116758748353663031</id><published>2007-01-01T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:51:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HNY07</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great 06, but it's over now! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened last year, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope more things happen this year! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116758748353663031?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116758748353663031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116758748353663031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116758748353663031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116758748353663031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2007/01/hny07.html' title='HNY07'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116749986402761703</id><published>2006-12-31T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:31:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bleak black darkness of the dark side</title><content type='html'>My post has no relevance to the title, but since when has there been much relevances? Well there have been, but not many, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, or two days ago, since it's 1 am, i watched death note 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sayu so cute sia. Cuter than Misa. Her boyfriend is a lucky guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we played chimology today. It was fine. Mark was really good though. He should become a poet if he ever fails at acting or violin. Bryan was going disney and I was doing V for Vendetta. Oh well, Mark was the only one who actually came up with them himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh soooooooooooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute Sayuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah I'm in the process of suggesting a DotA hero! Comments appreciated! &lt;a href="http://forums.dota-allstars.com/index.php?showtopic=112375"&gt;http://forums.dota-allstars.com/index.php?showtopic=112375&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah. Byee byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116749986402761703?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116749986402761703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116749986402761703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116749986402761703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116749986402761703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/bleak-black-darkness-of-dark-side.html' title='the bleak black darkness of the dark side'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116704799570652965</id><published>2006-12-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:59:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XMas06</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116704799570652965?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116704799570652965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116704799570652965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116704799570652965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116704799570652965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas06.html' title='XMas06'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116694079466930487</id><published>2006-12-24T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:04:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGR06</title><content type='html'>SUCH A LONG DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hello. Had to wake up so early like it was a school day. I reached school at 8.30 and saw quite a few people there already. We slacked for a while till about 9.30 till we had to proceed to the hall to practice the retarded skit. Directed by Mark, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was excused to do my course and I dragged Bryan along. If I was going to suffer, someone was gonna suffer with me. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made this archway using 3 benches. Quite creative of me heh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I would later find out that it would be too dangerous because someone might die trying to limbo through it. So I made this like two table high climb, staircase style of course, and once you climb you're supposed to jump off the table and onto the "landing pad". =D ... which was, of course, made of tables. Just to make it seem safe so the people wouldn't complain, Bryan and I did some tricks with the rafia string and it looked like teh safest course in the world. But after SO much hard work we needed a break. So we went to the heritage room for aircon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we decided to go to the canteen for a drink then to the hall to pester Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pestering got boring so we decided to continue with our work. We saw Joshua and Solomon and they tagged along. Solomon wanted the funny "mess up the chairs and let them build a bridge so they can cross to the otherside" thing. So whatever. The last part would be a table long crawl followed by squeezing the entire team onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 1&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite satisfied with our course and with nothing left to do we went back to the hall. It was the choir's turn to practice so I just sat around. Joshua made the "0" from "06" from "AGR06" with a balloon. It looked so cheap it was funny. The 6 didn't even look like a 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after some time, I found out that it was raining so I would need to RE -DO my entire course in the shade. I was like WTF cos it's heavy work and there was little time. I had to resort to doing a mini course beside the hall all by myself. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Joshua and Solomon disappeared somehow and Bryan damaged his ankle or something while &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to carry tables. Well at least he tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this course was much more dangerous (hehheh) and because of that it got cancelled yay. I'm not sure, was it the WALK OF DEATH, THE VALLEY OF SPIKES, OR THE TUNNEL OF THE UNDEAD that caused it to be cancelled though. It also might have been the ARCH OF LIMBO. Anyway my whole game got cancelled yay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;End of Part 2&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lazy to continue with part 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116694079466930487?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116694079466930487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116694079466930487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116694079466930487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116694079466930487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/agr06.html' title='AGR06'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116679386170710469</id><published>2006-12-22T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:24:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>agrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGR tomorrow! Must wake up so damn freakin early. And that means............. must sleep damn freakin early too! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was so damn tiring. Walaoeh got so many chairs to pile. Heh I made the highest stack =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sigh. Hope everything goes well tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116679386170710469?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116679386170710469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116679386170710469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116679386170710469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116679386170710469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/agrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='agrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116636758594458488</id><published>2006-12-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:59:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh dammit. why didn't i listen?!</title><content type='html'>I should have just listened and watched Ouran High School Host Club a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a nice show. So touching =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamaki is such a nice person I tell you...  And................................................................. Hiruhi is so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she's a girl otherwise I'd be gay. I was so relieved at the end of episode 1. Phew phew phew. But I gotta say yuck I hate it when she actually dresses up as a girl (with the long hair and all)... It's so not cute anymore!! Well anyway yeah I'm rather slow so now I'm only at episode 7, the one where they are at the jungle theme park thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the first time the twins didn't act gay as part of the intro. Haha. I'm kinda used to it now actually. But still............. Hiruhi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kk I'll stop about  OHSHC now... next topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm............ shhhhhhhhhhhhh don't spread this but I lost to Joshua at DotA!!!!!!!! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !!! I got too cocky and gave him so many kills. And I actually got killed by the meat tank. It was like .......... the meat was flying and then......... SMACK! Sasori has been killed by The Scourge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an excuse to protect my erm.... what's the word............. morale here's an excuse: I have never used Phantom Lancer before! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.... yeah that's it. &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; why I lost..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116636758594458488?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116636758594458488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116636758594458488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116636758594458488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116636758594458488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/argh-dammit-why-didnt-i-listen.html' title='argh dammit. why didn&apos;t i listen?!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116600154737803958</id><published>2006-12-13T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:21:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this from Jerome Loh Kay Ming Wenas Fengarella</title><content type='html'>First I must say bloody hell it was hard to copy this. His damn cursor the arrow not straight. What the hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Single,taken or crushing? single! easy life la&lt;br /&gt;2.Are you happy with your life now? no. NEXT YEAR GOT BIO. BIO FTL!&lt;br /&gt;3.When you meet the right person,will you fall for him/her fast? Hehe dunnoz.&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you had your heart broken? nah&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you belive there are circumstances where cheating love is acceptable? Yes. Like what Yagami Light did. I hate him though. Bastard. 6.Would you talk to someone back if he/she cheats on you? Why not.&lt;br /&gt;7.Have you talk to another person about marriage before? Yes. Lol it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you want children? yup. I wanna name a boy Chaz and a girl Chloe!&lt;br /&gt;9.How many? dunno. see how first ;)&lt;br /&gt;10.Would you consider adoption? not likely.&lt;br /&gt;11.If someone likes you right now,what do you think to let you know how him/her feelings? HONESTLY, i don't understand the question.&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you enjoy getting into relationship? Not now. I have a pact to keep =)&lt;br /&gt;13.Be honest.what did you and your ex did? everything under the sun. if I had an ex.&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you belive in love at the first sight? no.&lt;br /&gt;15.Are you romantic? no. Shouldn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you belive you can change someone? I don't know. I think I lack the POWAR to do so.&lt;br /&gt;17.If you could marry somewhere.where would it be? A church prefarably.&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you easily give in when you're fighting? I don't fight =)&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you have any feelings for someone right now? I shouldn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;20.Have you ever wish you could have someone but you messed it up? Nope. I don't think my life so sad.&lt;br /&gt;21.Have you broken a heart? Secret... shh... don't tell anyone but....... no.&lt;br /&gt;22.On the day if your best friend fall in love with he/she that you are deeply in love with.what would you do? Kill my best friend violently and brutally. Then I will take off my specs and wear sunglasses and walk into the sunset stylishly. Iris out and credits. Then the audience will clap and evacuate the theatre, seeing posters of my movie all over the cinema. Then they will think "That was a real good movie!" and I'll feel all happy and such. And treat my other friends to lunch. Or maybe dinner. Whichever they prefer. It would prefer a buffet, with seafood AND western food. Then I'll say "champagne on me!" Then we will be merry. After all it's soon Christmas. =)&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you missing someone right now? Yes. very much =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116600154737803958?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116600154737803958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116600154737803958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116600154737803958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116600154737803958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-stole-this-from-jerome-loh-kay-ming_13.html' title='I stole this from Jerome Loh Kay Ming Wenas Fengarella'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116576335173107275</id><published>2006-12-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:09:11.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you speechnessification</title><content type='html'>SINCE I'm such a nice guy blah blah blah... I shall give a thank you speech(not really speech) for my friends that has helped me through this year. AAwwww...... (Family not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for being my friend, as well as, (in no particular order,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Quek, for DotA advice and humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignatius, for the humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven, for the humour too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Jie, for being kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Huang, for his ahem intellect and so on so forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald, for the humour as well as helping me in my studies occasionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexus, for all the kindness this year! Don't forget me once you're all E1............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Sin, for the humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Soon, for the humour as well as entertaining me by like... ahem Soon Peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joachim, for being so freaking funny and for playing DotA with me heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan, for Woooo DotA PALZZZZZZZZ UNITED!! And other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leland, heheh good friend yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YZ, BUCKLEY! And other stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, for being gd friend, Legion blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, for being hilarious, good friend and the usual stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, for yeah you get the drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian, for being cariing lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N, for being so comforting, understanding, and being there for me always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome, for being a freaking DotA Sensei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, for being ever so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, Light, Misa, Near, Mello and the Death Note crew for being in the BEST manga ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin, for being psycho. (yes we like that about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, for screwing up so often! Haha good times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannel, for being the coolest senior EVAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol0mon, well... er nice guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE I MISSED OUT, SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116576335173107275?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116576335173107275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116576335173107275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116576335173107275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116576335173107275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you-speechnessification.html' title='Thank you speechnessification'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116447031821288067</id><published>2006-11-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:58:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientific post</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! The last time I blogged was hmm 4 days ago? Interesting... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I have been doing some experiments on myself and I have found out a few interesting facts that I'm sure none of you know about! However, I am not mean and therefore I will share with you my experiences and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the first thing I found out is that hitting your head against something hurts. Yes, it is true. I happened to find this out when I accidentally hit my head against a metal pole. It will hurt unless you hit yourself lightly. However, it will still hurt a bit. Don't believe me? Try it yourself. Satisfaction NOT guaranteed. Duh. You're hitting your freakin head against a freakin metal pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next I found out that BLOOD IS RED. Yes, I kid you not. It all happened when I scratched my mosquito bite too much and I started bleeding. First I was like "cool I'm leaking" until I found out a second later that it was in fact blood. Yes, I know these truths are a bit disturbing but fact is fact. Once again, if you don't believe me, you can try it yourself. In fact, you don't need at mosquito bite at all. Let me walk you through this difficult procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Find a sharp object. Knife, satay stick, pen and so on will do. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Pick up the object.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Stab the object, sharp point first, quickly into your heart. (this ALSO proves, that you are not a vampire)&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: If the pain you are experiencing is ignorable, look downward and see that where you stabbed is leaking RED BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, try it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that when we CANNOT, repeat CANNOT, walk on water. Sadly, water-walking is impossible for the naked feet. I once thought as you do, you know? "Oh look it is a pool of water! Let me walk ON it so i won't cause big splashes!" Well, ever since that day, I have thought different, "Oh look it is a pool of water! Let me walk THROUGH it CAUSE HUMANS CAN'T WALK ON WATER! ='(" You know, I try not to think about it. The more I do the sadder I feel =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me you can try it out yourself. Go. Go on. Walk on that puddle of water! Why aren't you walking? Scared?! OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH! WHY DO YOU DOUBT?! =D Let me tell you why. COS PEOPLE CAN'T WALK ON WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I found out is that humans are not made out of metal. I got bored one day so I decided to try to punch through an iron wall with my bare fists. I was like "this is gonna be so fun! I'm gonna break down an iron wall with just my fists!" So I punched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt nothing but excruciating pain. I was like, aren't are bones lined with adamantium?! Thankfully, I have a very fast regeneration rate. So I tried to extract my claws (adamantium claws) to cut through the iron wall. But no claws came out. So then (take note of this other point, people) I tried to use my 1337 telekinesis skillz but to no avail. This also proves that humans don't have telekinesis. (Sorry, Psychics around the globe. I DONT BELIEVE YOU) And so then I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell, why don't I just teleport to the other side?" I put on my gas mask because everytime I teleport I leave behind black smoke. Unfortunately, I have no teleporting powers either. Take note of that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope you all have learnt from my post. I went through a lot of hardship just to give you these facts! No, no you don't have to thank me. Just remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116447031821288067?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116447031821288067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116447031821288067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116447031821288067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116447031821288067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/scientific-post.html' title='Scientific post'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116419625637266323</id><published>2006-11-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:50:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOO HOT!!</title><content type='html'>was the chili sauce I had today. But yummy. It went together with mussels (sp?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate like 20+ mussels and I still want more. I ate like 30+ pieces of salmon sashimi and I think I've had enough... Really. Hey, actually, I shall go over what I ate today, just for the freakin fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20+                       mussels&lt;br /&gt;30+                       salmon sashimi&lt;br /&gt;10-                        small cha soba thingies&lt;br /&gt;1                            bowl of laksa&lt;br /&gt;2/3                        popiah&lt;br /&gt;1 dish                    veg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 bowl               mutton soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think that's all. Damn should have eaten more mussels. *REGRETREGRET*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I got put into freakin BIO. Damn the plants are gonna get me. And then... all those.... cells!!! Argh it's too scary to think about it. Then gotta look at all the pictures of all the F'uped diseases (i think??) and uggh..... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna puke during practical. Hmm yeah that would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Day of practical *&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF I MUST CUT MY WRIST TO SEE MY RED BLOOD CELLS AND THEN TEST FOR THEIR LEVEL OF ACID?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;*looks around and sees everyone starting to faint one by one. I am shocked so I don't do anything*&lt;br /&gt;Invigilator: CONGRATULATIONS! You passed the test. We were testing to see who was going to slash and who wasn't going to slash his wrists!&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU SICK BASTARDS!&lt;br /&gt;Invigilator: Impressive, you're getting full marks! You have just proven that courage is possible even in pressured situations. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's very likely. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116419625637266323?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116419625637266323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116419625637266323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116419625637266323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116419625637266323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/ooo-hot.html' title='OOO HOT!!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116412547458633265</id><published>2006-11-22T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:11:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>TO ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;hAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHA-RLES&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116412547458633265?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116412547458633265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116412547458633265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116412547458633265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116412547458633265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116409895113480414</id><published>2006-11-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:49:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look what i found!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I found this on the internet a while ago and i thought it was pretty funny AND FREAKIN UNTRUE. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to see what the letters in my name describe me as... Since I've lost much of my life to DotA I'll use my surname too when I think I should be using only my first name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- You like to curse alot&lt;br /&gt;B- You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D- You have one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;F- People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I- You have a fine ass&lt;br /&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;K- You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L- you live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;M- one to have fun&lt;br /&gt;N- You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;O- You are one of the best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;P- You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q- You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R- Fuckin Crazy&lt;br /&gt;S- Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;U- You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W- You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y- One of the best damn bf/gf anyone one couldaskfor.&lt;br /&gt;Z- Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild and crazy. ( NO I'M NOT! I'm very rational. =))&lt;br /&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks. (I wish.)&lt;br /&gt;A- You like to curse alot ( CB! NO LA)&lt;br /&gt;R- Fuckin Crazy             (same as "C"?)&lt;br /&gt;L- you live to have fun.    (If gaming is fun then yes, I agree =D)&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser.       ( Dunno yet, dunno how)&lt;br /&gt;S- Easy to fall in love with.  ( I wish! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love (loyalty FTW!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A- You like to curse alot        (.... again....)&lt;br /&gt;N- You are dead sexy.          (Nopes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I think it's only like 20% correct la. UNTRUSTWORTHY!!!!!!!! Sadly got no "DotA addict". I would fall nicely into that caetgory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY PEOPLE LISTEN HERE. DO NOT TRUST CARNIES. THEY WANT YOUR MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot tomorrow my birthday! =D no party haha. EVERYONE GO AWAY! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who has parties has no life" - er.... me.          ........... dotzz... dottie............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116409895113480414?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116409895113480414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116409895113480414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116409895113480414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116409895113480414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-what-i-found.html' title='look what i found!!!!!!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116409518347269435</id><published>2006-11-21T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:46:23.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time......... uhh yeah</title><content type='html'>This story is completely fictional and anything mentioned in the story is completely original (except for names and locations) and anything relating to fact is completely and definitely coincidental. Names being used are meant for no offense but due to the wide array of names SOMEONE might be named around the world. I am to take no responsibilty for insulting/ offending a person with the name with full knowledge that I had no choice. Anything learnt here that causes trouble in the real world will not be my responsibility. Reading the following story is at your own risk and any accidents happening because of reading this story is not my fault at all. I repeat: I will bear not responsibility for any mishappenings at all. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding la there is no story! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote all that crap for fun!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 2 days till JUS!!!!! HANG IN THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116409518347269435?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116409518347269435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116409518347269435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116409518347269435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116409518347269435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-time-uhh-yeah.html' title='Story time......... uhh yeah'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116391611349055461</id><published>2006-11-19T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T14:01:53.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAPS Family Fiesta Extravaganza!!!!! ................................</title><content type='html'>Ok, that name ust sounds retarded. Yet they do not seem to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to school early in the morning to go to SAPS but Mr Ng decided to come fasionably late. (literally. He was wearing sungalsses and whatnot). So We waited 15 minutes for him. Then we waited about another 15 mins for the bus... which was I think the same one as the one that brought us to the cemetary during LoM camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we all got into the bus and Steven was tasked to retrieve Donald's cards. Which took about 15 minutes. During that time, however, we were wondering what to play. Then YZ(i think) said BlackJack but Martin said somethings along the lines of "how do we play StevenJack". Racist jokes are not really funny anymore I tell you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we played StevenJack a while then I grew sick of it and so I went to listen to the few songs N sent me. So I took out my lame HP earphones since I have neither an iPod nor an MP3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway once the song I liked the best started, we reached there. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we got out of the bus. The e3 people grouped together as usual. Earlier on the bus Mr Ng stated that he knew not what we were supposed to do there but when reached there and "assembled"... We found out that half of us would sell (almost half) drinks, a few would help out with the Dunking and the rest, 10 of us would have to dress up AS FREAKIN ELMO. WITH HORNS! Since when did Elmo grow horns????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everyone who went in the suit came out sweating from head to toe(meaning that there was almost 10 different types of sweat in there), redering the inside of the suit damp. Eventually, the inside of the suit became WET. That was just sick. But, on the outside, outside of the changing room, Elmo was a nice guy. Elmo would go around shaking hands and take picture. YZ went to the extent to petting a baby's head. Haha. However, once he stepped back into the room and took off the suit, he said it was a horrible experience. When I said "what about the children?" He was indiferent. By the way, I managed to avoid my turn =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I achieved that by selling drinks. Which was really fun! The box was so big and the water that chilled the drinks was so COLD. It was difficult to even put my hand in to 5 seconds at first but later I became a pro. Heh ;). So whenever a customer asks for a drink, even if it was in plain view I would say "let me find it for you!" and start digging for cans at the bottom of the box. However, halfway through, my performance hindered because some girl did not know how to open those special kind of cans. The type where you have to pull the tab and then pull the whole tab out... hard to explain. Anyway since she was so young I decided to help her. Apparently, I didn't really know how to open it either. A few minutes after I opened it, i realised that my finger was bleeding. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after I wiped the blood off, dipping it into the ICE COLD water was painful, yet numbing at the same time. Then we realised that hardly anyone knew Yakult was being sold. So I took the liberty of advertising =D. Whenever someone wanted a drink, I would say "how about a Yakult? It's cheaper and healthier for you!" However only about two customers actually listened and bought Yakults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally some customers would like to buy a few at a time. The record was ten I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there were a few strange customers. There was this small girl who bought like 4 bottles of Yakult. Then, she came back and bought two more. Then she came back again! And bought another two!... I hope she didn't drink all that by herself... She'd get sick for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Another example was this guy who came asking for apple juice. He wanted normal non-carbonated ones so I gave him one. He left. BUT HE CAME BACK. And asked for the same thing. Then he left. BUT HE CAME BACK AGAIN for the same thing. Then he left. BUT HE CAME BACK and asked for the same thing again!!!! Then he left, and fortunately, he didn't come back because there was no more apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, Leland and I went to search for the others and I found them in the GO counting coupons. So I joined in, as I wanted to go home as I was tired. Wow, they made a few thousand in one day! If only I had that kinda money... Sigh... My Wii  problems are over. But even if I DID steal them it would have no more value. The carnival was over. We reached back and school at about 7.45 and I fell asleep on the bus for like 10 minutes. With a neckache =(. I got home by 8plus and ate dinner and........................... PLAYED DOTA!!!!! But only a while la. YZ gtg so fast. I dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116391611349055461?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116391611349055461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116391611349055461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116391611349055461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116391611349055461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/saps-family-fiesta-extravaganza.html' title='SAPS Family Fiesta Extravaganza!!!!! ................................'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116313479300543613</id><published>2006-11-10T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:25:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLTC 2006</title><content type='html'>I started my day by bathing and all then my father sent me to school. This was 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, I saw many other people already there. Including Joachim. Apparently his guitar thingy got him in. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT IM LAZY TO WRITE ANYTHING!! I'll still post this however to remind me anyway of the great camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLTC OIII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116313479300543613?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116313479300543613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116313479300543613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116313479300543613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116313479300543613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/pltc-2006.html' title='PLTC 2006'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116256686279084881</id><published>2006-11-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:06:46.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percentages in DotA and what affect them (full of crap just trying to seem professional)</title><content type='html'>Since I'm addicted to DotA I'm gonna come up with a "percentage to win" post. In this post I'm going to elaborate on chances and how to calculate them. So, if the odds are heavily agaisnt you, back out and don't play. Be a leaver =D Read on if interested. If not interested, then don't read on. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE THAT PERCENTAGES MIGHT EXCEED 100. This simply means that you should win although loss is still possible as DotA is too unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;First, the format.&lt;br /&gt;First we get the default%.&lt;br /&gt;Second, we get the skill% (does not apply in bnet games)&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly We get the starting money %&lt;br /&gt;(In game)Fourthly we get the hero match%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that happens in the game is unpredictable and should not be taken into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets calculate a 1v1 game first of all. At default, the chance to win is 50%. Skill and luck and many other factors affect this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if the game is AR and you get an Anti-Mage and the loser you're playing with gets a very mana-reliant hero, lets say for example Lich, you have a higher chance to win. However, say you get a ranged and he gets a melee. Say both are agil heroes. Naturally, the ranged would get the upper hand, because of the ability to attack with more ease. However the percentage would not increase as highly when compared to the AM-Lich case, as the melee-ranged thing still requires much more skill in micro. Yes, AM-Lich does still require your skill in micro, but then it makes it a hell of a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering you're both equally skilled, the percentage will remain at 50%. Let us now take into account the starting money. If the money is equal, then the percentage remains at 50%. However, if your opponent is the host and a retard and puts com on your team, your percentage would decrease. For every com he adds, your percenatage decreases by 10%. Money is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, here comes the hero match. This again is very important, but it is very difficult to calculate the percentages because of the large number of heroes and combinations. Because this is 1v1 I will give a rough guide. However, like I said before, DotA relies more on skill and experience than just playing. Like an old man once said to a young man," I have eaten more salt than you have rice". But whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway like I said, a rough guide:(note that this is my guide and is taken from my point of view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPICALLY, I go by scissors paper stone. Strength TYPICALLY beats Intel, Intel TYPICALLY beats Agility, and Agility TYPICALLY beats strength. However, Late or Early gameness affect this. I shall speak more on that later, probably around the 5v5 area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, ranged usually beats melee because MOST of the time, farming and harassing is much easier. For a melee hero to harass you, he would have to run pass the creeps, which would in turn attack him because he aggrovated them by aim at you, and then actually run next to you and attack you, time during which could be spent landing several blows on him. So, for one attack against you, he would 1. take damage from creeps, 2. waste farming time running at you, 3. take more damage than he deals because of the few attacks you can hit him with on his way there and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for ranged against melee, add 10% to the ranged. Then it gets more complicated. Skills(hero skills) come in. Technically, if you have a skill that counters his directly, for example Spell Shield which defends against spells, and your opponent has spells, then just add 5%, or for others like a silence, which is much harder to place, then add less. 1-4%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2v1,3v1,4v1,5v1 games, we get the defualt percentage first as usual, namely, in 2v1 game, the team with 1 has a 33.3333% chance to win while the one with two has 66.6666%. In 3v1, the team with 1 has 25% and the other team has a 75% chance. Namely, we just divide the percentages among the people. Lets say I'm playing 1v2. The other two are noobs and I can own them easily. So, use the following table below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm can own: +10% yours    -10% them   PER APPLICABLE&lt;br /&gt;Might own:  +7-9% yours       -whatever you added earlier   PER APPLICABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Evenly matched: +/- nothing&lt;br /&gt;Might lose: -7-9% yours       +whatever you deducted earlier PER APPLICABLE&lt;br /&gt;Confirm die: -10%              +10% PER APPLICABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the starting money. For every one more player than you, (assuming you have no coms on your team), add 10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you random, add 1%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hero match. Well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto 5v5s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The default as usual, 50-50. So then it's the skill. Well use the table above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting money is equal, until the randoming comes. For every random on your team +1% and deduct from them 1%. Do the same for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero match I already explained. Here's another table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All intel v all intel. Using the SPS tactic, intel vs intel is evenly matched, so we have to check out the skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 AGIL 4 intel V all intel. Using the SPS tactic, the team with all intel WOULD win since intel beats agil. However, typically, intel heroes are early gamers and agils range from mid to late game. So, as the game drags on, team ONE would have the higher percentage. Obviously, in terms of skills, FacelessVoid is later than Clinkz, so typically, his percentage would go up. However, I haven't found out how to calculate so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116256686279084881?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116256686279084881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116256686279084881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116256686279084881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116256686279084881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/11/percentages-in-dota-and-what-affect.html' title='Percentages in DotA and what affect them (full of crap just trying to seem professional)'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116101062915002782</id><published>2006-10-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:57:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on an unrelated note</title><content type='html'>Because of my craziness lately, I have been speaking or chatting on MSN in strange ways. This post will be used to identify what I could have or could have not meant when I said those phrases. I may not have used some of them before, but I will, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with the one I can remember the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go kill a cow"&lt;br /&gt;Well I used this when Ben said something like he appreciated Tokyo Phila something Orchestra's music and I was like go kill a cow. Meaning, "oh sure, why are you telling me?" No, I have nothing agaisnt cows personally but I do enjoy eating them. Steaks mmm... but anyway the word cow came to me because of a lame joke a heard years ago. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Cows say&lt;br /&gt;Cows say who?&lt;br /&gt;Cows don't say who cows say moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was very inspirational but it lacked luster. So, I added kill which naturally sparks more interest. Considering that the joke was so lame, saying killing something already so lame means that the thing I said it to is meaningless to me. So if some guy runs up to you and says "lol dude my pokemon have all reached lvl 100 lol" just say back to him "go kill a cow". It will leave him wondering and you snickering. Confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, not really "unused by man" but I use it very often nonetheless:&lt;br /&gt;"No worries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I usually mean when I say "no worries"? Well, you must be thinking that I'm asking you not to worry. To the contrary, it kinda means "don't disturb me". For example, if I'm playing dota and then some random dude shouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"b&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;ur gonna die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually reply "no worries", which is also a way of saying shut up. Secondarily, it could mean that I'm asking you not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, used often on the net, I use it in a different way:&lt;br /&gt;"Hah LOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well normally when people say Hah LOL on msg boards and such it's because of something some joker said. To me, I say "hah lol" when some dude says a lame joke. I'll say "hah" like I'm going to laugh then suddenly when he thinks his joke was emmy winning I'll look bored and say "LOL". The poor guy usually walks away thinking of how he oculd have improved his joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I say "hah lol" when someone says something witty. For example, "my cat died" then I'll be like "go kill a cow" and then he follows up with "my hamster ate it". I usually end up saying "hah lol". (note:the above example was not very witty but for demonstration's sake...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might also say "hah lol" like normal people do. Some guy says "a guy walks into a bar. ouch". Apparently, the joke is that the "guy" walked into an iron or steel bar or something then he hurt his head or something. But I'm sure we all knew that.(Because you know the "bar" is actually the place where people drink and normally people come up with lame jokes like Jack Daniels Single and some guy is like Jack Daniels Married and some shit like that... but you know...) Then I'll say hah lol so as to make the fella feel that his joke was appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I PLAN to start saying:&lt;br /&gt;"You're under arrest for being lame"&lt;br /&gt;which is rather contradictory duncha think? so I shall not use it for my own sake XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tend to write in perfect English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like "Hello old chum nice day isn't it? I really admire the weather today. I find the haze very sexy." in perfect English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the receivant would be like "charles wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the problem? Is there anything wrong with the manner in which I am speaking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oi tok properly leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm terribly sorry, I'm having far too much fun speaking this way, old chap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oi charles wats wrong wif u u becoming ang mor ah" (sigh where's the question mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the receipant gets irritated resulting in several consequences or results.&lt;br /&gt;1. The receipant gets angry and blocks me for talking like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;2. The receipant talks in the same manner, which is rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;3. The receipant continues talking in singlish and I start critisizing his speech&lt;br /&gt;4. And many more, all of which grant me joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually talk like that when I'm bored. I have no idea why though. In a way I'm trying to get you to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new one:&lt;br /&gt;"Let's not kick fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda means like "don't disturb the retard". I have not used this phrase yet and I intend to use it if I see someone disturbing Giap Xuan, aka Soon Peng. It's fun to see him disturbed, but at the same time it's mean and I'm not a meanie so I have to step in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think I'm done. I'll post another time. SHIT CAN'T WAIT FOR DEATH NOTE L IS SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, till next time. seeya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116101062915002782?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116101062915002782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116101062915002782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116101062915002782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116101062915002782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-unrelated-note.html' title='on an unrelated note'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116082032999271074</id><published>2006-10-14T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:19:00.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview: DotA Freak.</title><content type='html'>I intend to start a new series which would, if I have the dedication, be posted every week or so. For my first episode, I am going to be interviewing someone named Tommy, who is a DotA freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello there, Tommy, please have a seat.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;*sits down*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, Tommy, you have been chosen to be the star of my pilot of the new series in my blog, "Interview". How do you feel about that?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Well, honestly, I'd rather be at home playing DotA and pwning all those nubs out there on the Battlenet, for I am teh 1337!! But I'm fine, however, one does *cough* not *cough* need a break from DotA from time to time. =)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right... Anyway, first question, how early did you start playing DotA(which from now onward I shall just refer to as dota)?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: lawl not early enuf d00d! If I had started like just 2 years earlier I'd be the best in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So when exactly did you start?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Well, I can't tell you. Prying Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know, you're not infront of your computer, I still can hear what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Umm, sure. Whatever... noob.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... ... ... Okay, which is your favourite hero in dota?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Finally you're making sense. Well since I am so great, I play random. Damn show offy pros playing random to show off how diverse they are eh?! Why how dare they I'm gonna f-&lt;br /&gt;Me: TOMMY! Watch your language. Calm down, here, have a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: TYVM. That means thank you very much. lol nub.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can hear you.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Right.doombass&lt;br /&gt;Me: Anyway... do you prefer Scourge or Sentinel heroes then?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Me prefer Sentinel. Me like Tiny. Tiny cute. Tiny BIG!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yo, Tommy. Snap out of it. You're acting all random.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Jinkies! I never thought about that. Stupid retarded Bloodseeker users. They think they're so pro when they win! Bah! Strygwyr is 1mb4!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: One-M-B-Four??&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Imbalanced. LOLWTF LMAO U DUNNO?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Right. Do you think CM is pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Like YES LOL I wanna marry her. Mortred also if she wasn't wearing the funny hat.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF. I think I better skip a few questions *looks queasy* Who do you think is more poisonous, the Netherdrake or the Venomancer?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy:Tough question. I'd have to say Venomancer. It has the word Venom in it. NONE OF YOU REALISED THAT RIGHT LOL NUBS KEEP BACK QUARANTINE DON'T COME NEAR ME I MIGHT CATCH YOUR NUBBY CONTAGIOUS TO THE EXTENT OF PRO EXTINCTION.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mmmhmm.... Do you think King Leoric is cute. My friend insists so.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Huh who's King Leoric? NO SUCH HERO LA.YOUR FRIEND NOOB!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... King Leoric... the Skeleton King??&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: What skeleton what king!! The only skeleton in the game is Pugna the Oblivion! Heh I teh 1337.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about Clinkz and N'aix? They're skeletons too!&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Oi! ** *** **** **** *** Don't come mess up my mind okay! Where got such hero in dota! What clinkz what nah-ex! You never play dota before you don;t come here talk cock okay!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Interesting response.. Do you think Rapier is overpowered?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Overpowered?!?! Go and die! Rapier so lousy. 250 damage how to kill Pudge? When +1000 dmg then come talk to me about "power".&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you enjoy using Phantom Lancer? Gay hero eh clones and all. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: LOL PL lousy la. Okay la. Tell you secret la. PL ah actually not supposed to play clones one. PL is actually a tank. Lol his HP damn high mah? Clones ah, IceFrog only wanna trick you. Then everyone thinks he's used for clones, actually I know the secret. Just Buy 5 Hearts and one ring of regen can already! Confirm win enemy gg liao.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... what about Necrolyte? Cool ulti eh?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Necrolyte ah... hmm not bad la. Just buy 6 aghanim can already. Wa piang you know or not the ulti become 3hp for every point missing leh! Like that whack one quarter hp then scythe enemy confirm gg liao. Then because got so many aghanim hor, just press death pulse whole map take 1000 dmg. Because aghanim increase the range and damage! Eh I just told you all another secret. Shit la now everyone know so many secrets I how to win.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How about SoulKeeper then? Another interesting ulti!&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Lol let me see ah. Oh yah soul keeper hor must play my style. Buy 6 hearts. You know why? when you sunder your hp so high baddie wanna fight back also bo power le. Smart tactic right. I pro lar... Won't hear from other ppl, my strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is that so... Well, we're almost at the end of the episode, anything you'd like to say?&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Okay lar, I tell you guys one mroe secret ah. For faceless void buy 4 aghanim 1 boots of speed (DONT UPGRADE, got special ability cheat code) and one chicken. KEEP THE CHICKEN WITH YOU. after you keep the chicken for 45 mins EXACTLY your chicken will absorb the powers of your 4 aghanims. then after that drop the chicken and give the chicken the boots of speed. after your chicken gets the boots of speed send the chicken to roshan and because of the aghanims Roshan will die and drop one item known as the POWER PAK! When your chicken pick it up it will cimbine with the boots and your chicken will become roshan with +50 movespeed. gay right? BUT THATS NOT ALL! now use your chicken (which is now roshan heh heh) and go destroy your enemy's fire bush. Don't worry about the fire roshan not pain. once the firebush is destroyed the sena beazel will lose their invulnerability. LISTEN CAREFULLY! Kill only Beazel because if you click on sena IceFrog keyed in a failsafe which would end the game in your enemy's favour, wasting your effort. SO don't touch Sena, although I know many of you sick perverts want to.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who's he calling "sick pervert"... wanna marry CM eww....&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Anyway, once Beazel dies he will drop what is known as the Key of Destiny. Kept it to himself lol selfish bastard. Once your roshanchicken picks up the Key, the four recipe shop owners will lose their invulnerability. Kill the Night elf one(the wisp) and then it will drop the "IceFrogBladeOfOwnageInTheGameOfDotA". It is the most powerful item in the game. However, you must pick it up QUICKLY or the enemy will pick it up, after all, it is in their base. IceFrogBlade, all heroes on your team will receive maximum attack and move speed. Gain 99% armour. Heh 100% would be too gay so IceFrog made it 99%. And + 5000 dmg. GG!!! Walaoeh enemy sure scared shit their pants.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's all eh? You may go now thanks for coming!&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Thank you for having me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, that's all, folks! Tune in next time for the next episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of dota crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116082032999271074?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116082032999271074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116082032999271074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116082032999271074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116082032999271074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/interview-dota-freak.html' title='Interview: DotA Freak.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-116081678336727780</id><published>2006-10-14T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:06:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam   inations</title><content type='html'>i don't feel like speaking in proper english today, so, yeah you might not see many capitals after fullstops and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this post is completely unrelated to the title. it says examinations but it is in no way fun to talk abt examinations. so i shall talk about dota. im not a pro but anyway lets see. oh yes on wednesday yuan zheng leland and farhan came supposedly to play dota. (dunno how though, only got one com). anyway, leland was first and he chose dwarven sniper. i was like oh ok then WTF he added scatter shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like oh u need scatter shot cos its aoe and range is not as important. farhan and i were like "right...." but then after his first death at around 5 minutes i took over. but it was already one skill point wasted and my lane partner was kinda useless. after another 5 mins we left the game. who cares la ban just ban la who cares i cant even play battlenet because of umm... reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we called sean soon then he bullied the shit out of leland and yuan zheng then farhan got angry and went into rage. kinda. he asked for rm and avenged yz and leland. i was like "yay next is my turn" but then sean said he was tired. walaoeh where got such thing. so yeah i convinced him to play custom hero line wars and suddenly his tiredness evaporated. anyway i owned him and i went to play with ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately i was losing when joachim called so i was more than happy to call for rm. so bryan and i 2v1ed joachim with our homemade gay combos.(which arent that gay but since we were winning ill just say its gay) usually after about 10-15 mins when bryan and i use combos he will call for rm reason being "i cant farm". poor joachim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then leland took over and he did some shit and chose naga siren. he was talking abt her proism and how she can net and watnot. ben took over again and chose shanzeldare silkwood. fav hero ah wtf always choose her. suspicious. anyway, they got owned by joachims omnikknight, which was hilarious from time to time. yes, i needed a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im gonna stop here and do another story post. byees guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-116081678336727780?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/116081678336727780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=116081678336727780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116081678336727780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/116081678336727780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/10/exam-inations.html' title='exam   inations'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115891283411670299</id><published>2006-09-22T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:13:54.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er... marvins survery thingy</title><content type='html'>1.Full name:- Charles Edmond Tan Yan Zhi&lt;br /&gt;2. Name backwards:- ihz nay nat dnonde selrahc&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you name after someone?- dun think so&lt;br /&gt;4. Meaning of name:- dunno&lt;br /&gt;5. Nickname:- cetyz&lt;br /&gt;6. Screen name:- cetyz or twistertorn&lt;br /&gt;7. D.O.B:- 22 Nov 1992&lt;br /&gt;8.Hospital you were born in:- Mt. Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;9. Nationality:- Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;10. Current location:- My room which is shared :(&lt;br /&gt;11. Star Sign:- scorpio/ sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;12. Religon:- Catholic&lt;br /&gt;13. Height:- 166 or 167cm&lt;br /&gt;14. Weight:- 59kg&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoe size:- 11&lt;br /&gt;16. Hair color-multicoloured, mostly brown and black&lt;br /&gt;17. Eye color:- brown&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you look like:- My mother i think&lt;br /&gt;19. Innie or outtie:- innie.... whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;20. Lefty or righty:- righty&lt;br /&gt;21. Gay, straight, bi or others:- straight.&lt;br /&gt;22. Best friends- not applicable. i emo loner&lt;br /&gt;23. Best friends you trust most:- not applicable&lt;br /&gt;24. Favourite pals:- er... no idea&lt;br /&gt;25. Best friend of opposite sex-nicole&lt;br /&gt;26. Best buddies:- bryan josh daryl&lt;br /&gt;27. Boyfriend or girlfriend:- er well i dont want a boyfriend as stated above im not gay&lt;br /&gt;28. Crush:- not applicable&lt;br /&gt;29. Parents:-i dont understand the question.&lt;br /&gt;30. Worst Enemy:- im a kind friendly person no enemies&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite online guy:- er...?&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite online girl:- ??&lt;br /&gt;33. Cutest oppo sex friend:- i no friends i emo loner&lt;br /&gt;34. Craziest friend:- marvin&lt;br /&gt;35. Advice friend:- nicole&lt;br /&gt;36. Loudest friend:-joachim&lt;br /&gt;37. Person you cry with:- despite my emotism i dont cry&lt;br /&gt;38. Any sisters:- no&lt;br /&gt;39. Any brothers:- 2&lt;br /&gt;40. Any pets:- a dog, a rabbit, a pond with some fish&lt;br /&gt;41. Any disease:- some sinus crap&lt;br /&gt;42. Pager:- i dunno how a pager works. and no.&lt;br /&gt;43. Personal phone line:- no thanks&lt;br /&gt;44. Cell phone:- n70&lt;br /&gt;45.Larva Lamp:- i believe you mean lava lamp. and how exactly do i descrebe lava lamps? bright?&lt;br /&gt;46. Pool or hot tub:- Pool&lt;br /&gt;47. A car:- yes&lt;br /&gt;48. Your personality:- nice&lt;br /&gt;49. Driving:- professional&lt;br /&gt;50. Car you want:- i already own one&lt;br /&gt;51. Room:- dont get the question&lt;br /&gt;52. What's missing:- errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?&lt;br /&gt;53. School:- st pats&lt;br /&gt;54. Bed:- Single only...&lt;br /&gt;55. Relationship with parents:- good?&lt;br /&gt;56. Believe in yourself:- yes!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;57. Believe in love at first sight:- nah&lt;br /&gt;58. Good listener:- maybe&lt;br /&gt;59. Get along well with parents:- Do u have short term memory loss???? Question 55!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;60. Save e-mail convos:- actually................yes&lt;br /&gt;61. Pray:- yeah&lt;br /&gt;62. Believe in reincarnation:- lol sk!!!!!!!!!!! too much dota....................................&lt;br /&gt;63. Make fun of people:- no im nice. unless MBCTF is counted.....&lt;br /&gt;64. Like to talk on the phone:- not too long.... radiation and all that crap....&lt;br /&gt;65. Want to get married:- yes plz&lt;br /&gt;66. Like to drive:- like i said im a professional =)&lt;br /&gt;67. Motion Sickness:- never&lt;br /&gt;68. Eat stem of broccoli:-YES! omgwtfbbqps3x360!&lt;br /&gt;69. Eat chicken with fork:- and spoon, as far as possible&lt;br /&gt;70. Dream in color:- well my dreams arent in black and white.....&lt;br /&gt;71. Type with your fingers on home role:-HUH wad nonsense???&lt;br /&gt;72. Sleep with stuff animals:- maybe.................not&lt;br /&gt;73. Next to you:- no one&lt;br /&gt;74. On the walls of your room:- i dont have a room&lt;br /&gt;75. On your mousepad:- i dun own a mousepad&lt;br /&gt;76. Your dream car:- i already own my dream car&lt;br /&gt;78. Dream honeymoon spot:-dunnoz&lt;br /&gt;79. Dream husband or wife:- not applicable. yet.&lt;br /&gt;80. Bedtime:-12+&lt;br /&gt;81. Under your bed:- laptop&lt;br /&gt;82. Single most important question:- hows life?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;83. Bad time of the day:- er?&lt;br /&gt;84. Your worst fear:- plants&lt;br /&gt;85. The weather is:- Fine same asusual&lt;br /&gt;86. Time:- 3.59pm&lt;br /&gt;87.Date:- 22 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;88.Best trick did on someone:-no tricks la..... =)&lt;br /&gt;89. Theme song:- power to the people&lt;br /&gt;90. Hardest thing about growing up:- im not tall enough&lt;br /&gt;91. Funniest experience:- dunnooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;92. Scariest experience:- cant remember&lt;br /&gt;93. Silliest thing you have ever said:- I cant remember and i doubt i wanna remember it&lt;br /&gt;94. Most desperate and funniest thing you have done to get the opposite sex:- not applicable&lt;br /&gt;95. Scariest thing while you are with your friends:- bryan. hes evil&lt;br /&gt;96. Worst feeling:- dunnos&lt;br /&gt;97. Best feeling in the world:- the aircon smell when u just switch it on&lt;br /&gt;98. And now choose 3 people to do this:- benjamin, jerome, mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2 ( i hope it isnt soooo long as the last)&lt;br /&gt;01)What is your gender?- Male&lt;br /&gt;02)What is your age?- 13+&lt;br /&gt;03)Do you think that your age is suitable for a relationship and why?- nah&lt;br /&gt;04)Are you a single or attached?- single&lt;br /&gt;05)Are you Crushing? -nopes&lt;br /&gt;06)Which IDOL you want to date with and WHY?- er dunno&lt;br /&gt;07)Name your class two RUMOURED couples.- min jie and er..... dunno. hehe joking we're not gays&lt;br /&gt;08)Do you think someone likes you now?- nope&lt;br /&gt;09)How do you feel when someone likes you but you dont like that person?- dunno no one likes me&lt;br /&gt;10)What age then you want to be married?- dunnozz&lt;br /&gt;11)Who you want to steal things from and what would you steal?- im not a thief:)&lt;br /&gt;12)What kind of stead do you want to get?- er... this survey so personal... a smart one?&lt;br /&gt;13)Be Honest, how many crushes you have when you step into education?- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have answer all the questions, choose 5 of your friends to answer this questions. You have to Tagged them to let them know.-ben, jerome, mark, oliver, mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just fyi i was kidding abt all emo parts stated above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115891283411670299?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115891283411670299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115891283411670299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115891283411670299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115891283411670299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/er-marvins-survery-thingy.html' title='er... marvins survery thingy'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115778907445073399</id><published>2006-09-09T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:44:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BKQ</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I just came home from BKQ or Bible Knowledge Quiz and well I decided to post. Well here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- == 080906 Friday 0900HRS == --&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways then I packed my bag as I was too lazy to do so the night before. Anyway I left my house and I was already going to be late. But I didn't care. The Legion is very slack and coming like 1hour late wouldn't really mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited like ten minutes for the bus then I got on. Coincidentally, I met Mark on the bus. So yeah I received a call from Bryan saying the door was locked. A BELL, ANYONE??? But nevermind I didn't think of it either. So Mark and I met him around the tennis courts and we tried to sneak past the security guard... for fun. Which was stupid cos he found us anyway. Nevermind, we told him our purpose and he let us through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut through the canteen and because Bryan said the door was locked, we resorted to going by &lt;em&gt;the other side&lt;/em&gt;, which in actual fact is a door at the other side, just by the Brothers' carpark. We rang the bell and after a while Bro Jeff came and let us in and led us to Parmenie. Apparently, Ben and Chris and Solomon were already there..... doing housework. So I helped by like mopping a bit of the floor for like two minutes. My job was done. I din complain la do work finish ask for more for wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Singlish aside, we all sat at the bunch of seats near the statue. Just saying, but I find that statue rather creepy. The face la. A bit something wrong. Like disfigured... but I digress. As I was saying, we all sat around there and we discussed our schedule for the day. We didn't really stick to it though, but nevermind. No one got hurt or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we Bibled a bit before lunch. Then we went opposite and I tried the fish soup that Bryan insisted on me trying. So I tried it, I mean, I've been eating chicken rice the past few days already. Just try something new la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ben to order for me because Bryan was scaring me that she would bombard me with chinese questions. I mean a master at the language so why risk it? Anyway, I tried it and it was good la. But then I thought there was too much milk put in. Kinda did something to my brain. Anyway I drank two glasses of water, and strangely I had brain and lung freeze. It was cold la, okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to 7-11 and then I got a tube of Mentos, the freshmaker. Benjamin &lt;em&gt;suggested&lt;/em&gt; that Bryan drink coke with a Mentos in his mouth. So he went ahead and... oh well. We walked back to Parmenie and then erms... we Bibled somemore... I think. Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after mass I went for my Uncle's Bday and then I went back to Parmenie at around 9.30... We read through the commentary briefly and Mark died. We couldn't do anything about it. He just left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we left his lifeless body on the sofa and we went to check out our new beds. It seemed dusty to me but I'll talk about that later. We left the room and we took a look at the lifeless piece of meat lying on the sofa. I could have sworn I overheard Bryan telling Benjamin that he wanted to poke his eyes just to make sure. But I was the hero and I stopped them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon started to do a weird dance to honour his death, and we all joined in, although we didn't know the steps. It was instinct. After about 2 minutes of non-stop dancing, a pillar of fire fell down upon his body, breaking through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shielded our eyes and took a step backwards. "He's on fire!", I heard Michael say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat was so intense that the PVC sofa was starting to melt. We all threw roses at his body, and the roses burnt up. But duh, obviously. Anyway, after about 5 minutes, the pillar of fire retracted into the heavens and we all heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice dance guys. Mark will rest in peace, I assure you. Because your dance was like a prayer that was asking for Mark's body to be at rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nono, that's not it," said Solomon, " dancing is fun la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Despicable!" said the voice, and immediately all the hair on Solomon's head fell off. "LOL", said the voice. We all laughed alongside the voice, and at that moment Brother Edward walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello", said he. The few of us alive and with hair explained what was happening. Brother said, "WELL, these things happen. You all did the dance, didn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all nodded, unsure whether it was a scolding or a praise. Brother clapped his hands and Solomon's hair regrew in seconds. **It was this trick that would in the future ruin Yun Nam Hair Care**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon gave thanks and the voice scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hair cut is for your own good!" said the voice, which was true, as Solomon's hair would eventually cause him to get called out during assembly. How do I know this? Well, I'm psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not what really happened. What really happened was so boring that I didn't wanna write it down. So, yes, readers. Mark is still alive. So blah blah we took a shower, did homework, went to sleep... blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, about the dusty bed. I slept with a shirt over my face and then at 4 am I went out of the air con and I actually slept better. Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah we woke up, ate breakfast and we went to SJI. As usual we lost, yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The END! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115778907445073399?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115778907445073399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115778907445073399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115778907445073399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115778907445073399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/09/bkq.html' title='BKQ'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115589800248958795</id><published>2006-08-18T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:46:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inventions</title><content type='html'>Whoops haven't posted in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post would be one of the pointless posts, like my court sessions, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Like the title says, inventions. Basically I have five inventions in mind. Namely, the LameCube, the FaxBox, and the P.As., the Dreamfast and the MBCTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the LameCube. What does it do? You see, this cube is rather lame. It's like a small box, but can keep many things inside. Probably in the future technology will make such things possible. Ok, inspiration for the LameCube. No, not the GameCube of course, but in fact a cardboard box. I've always seen how cardboard is actually rather flimsy and sometimes will break from the bottom if something too heavy is put in it. Well, not for the LameCube cos the LC is made of 50% titatium for lightness and 50% adamantium for strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get this GNARLY invention? Well, it's not in stores yet, but maybe one day it will be. Pricing should range from about $1000000000000 to $1000000000001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Next, the FaxBox. This is what it does. It sends faxes! Yes yes you might all say" OH BIG DEAL. A FAX MACHINE IS ALREADY INVENTED!" Well, to those who said that, you are absolutely right! But the FB looks much more stylish as it is black and for some weird reason has a large X on the cover. I wonder why... What inspired me? No, not the XBox! That's just silly. The fax machine inspired me. Have you ever noticed how fax is rarely used? I mean, I used to have a fax machine and know I don't even know where the hell it is. Oh well. Easy come easy go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pricing? Well, It would cost as much as a fax machine would cost. Times like 5 million. Yeah. Well, actually, this awesome invention is already in stores. Like Best Denki and Harvey Norman. But you gotta ask the manager very discretely as this is supposed to be a secret. And of course, you gotta have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the P. As. It actually stands for Pea Assessment. Well, what it basically does is that it analyzes (stylishly, of course) peas and gives you it's status. Safe to eat, rotton, and etc. The inspiration... didn't really come from anywhere. Find this in markets at like 4 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, BUT IF YOU WANT THE P.As. 2, THAT'S ANOTHER STORY. Peas are described with even more detail than before. Like Very very safe to eat, or very very rotten. Yes, despite the failure of the first P.As., the second one has returned with a vengeance. Go Pony! Yes, Pony, is the company I actually sent the blueprint to. Available for like 4 millionbillionzilliontrillion yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, the Dreamfast, basically it makes you run real fast in your dreams. Like the Flash. But oh well. Not much description required...... 30 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but still least, MBCTF. Well actually it stands for Marked Bent Chiong The Fence. So here's what it does. It's a marker and a bent lawnmower. You first mark the part of the fence you're not happy with (probably it hurt your ass for sitting on it too long, probably it's too low so the neighbors can see what you're doing), and then activate the lawnmower. The mower will aim towards the part of the fence marked and will grind it into a gajillion pieces. Well, that's about it actually. It doesn't really do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, if you actually wanna buy this shit, you can go to this deserted warehouse. Yes it's free cos no one wants to buy them. FYI, the company that created this is JSquared. If you wanna know where to find this warehouse, email me at &lt;a href="mailto:masterofinventiontismzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz@fakemail.com.sg"&gt;masterofinventiontismzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz@fakemail.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115589800248958795?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115589800248958795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115589800248958795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115589800248958795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115589800248958795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/08/inventions.html' title='inventions'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115409252807307262</id><published>2006-07-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:15:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doh i'm late</title><content type='html'>Yeah ths post is like more than 21 hours late, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know I missed a lot of birthdays so erms I shall list A FEW now. For the fun of it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan:&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb:&lt;br /&gt;20th LOLZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ MBCTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Actually. This might be quite an intrusion to some. So, for privacy's sake, I shall list no more. But let's just leave MBCTF's here just in case.. you know.. some people wanna hold a birthday bash for him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115409252807307262?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115409252807307262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115409252807307262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115409252807307262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115409252807307262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/07/doh-im-late.html' title='doh i&apos;m late'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115358606368269684</id><published>2006-07-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:15:52.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a talk on the evils of evil</title><content type='html'>Evil. Many people wonder what it really means. According to Spongebob, the word "evil" is actually an acronym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every&lt;br /&gt;Villain&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;Lemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, what does it mean? Well, the only part that needs actual explanation would be the "Lemons" part. What does lemons mean? Here's what I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of the saying "gone bananas"? "Lemons" is probably a variation of "bananas". Meaning, Barnacleman's organization could actually be trying to make a statement about villains. Now let us discuss about what lemons might actually mean. Could it be sour? Villains are sour? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now I'm sick and my ear really hurts so I'll continue this post another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115358606368269684?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115358606368269684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115358606368269684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115358606368269684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115358606368269684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/07/talk-on-evils-of-evil.html' title='a talk on the evils of evil'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115349497155254220</id><published>2006-07-21T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:24:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a change</title><content type='html'>of music. I'll put the KH2 Ending Creds. Or not. Well it won't be Missing You anymore I assure you that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115349497155254220?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115349497155254220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115349497155254220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115349497155254220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115349497155254220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-for-change_21.html' title='time for a change'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115245987780676137</id><published>2006-07-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:44:37.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay. I have many things in mind... But as of THIS MOMENT, 10:46 9th July 2006, what I really want is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora's Crown Necklace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, for a more detailled description, Kingdom Hearts Sora .925 Silver Crown Necklace Cosplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it's so cool. I have always wanted it, but suddenly I want it so much. Hmm, would now I wonder. If I get the ring, would they look nice together? I guess not. I'll just get the necklace alone. Screw the ring!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but what shall I say now...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Let's talk about say... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115245987780676137?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115245987780676137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115245987780676137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115245987780676137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115245987780676137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/07/wishlist.html' title='wishlist!!!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115218942675104719</id><published>2006-07-06T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:37:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and er oops sorry</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! My name is Charles, as you my know. Welcome to my humble blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I giving my blog an introduction? Well, I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I would like to speak of (and most probably criticise) today, is MBCTF's blog.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, not saying anything bad about it but it's a friendster blog. Honestly, friendster blogs suck. That's why IMO Ben changed to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall talk about the blog. For those who don't understand the stupid nature of his posts, don't worry, I'll translate for you. I have a Degree in emo reading. Now if I may continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... His first post. First posts are &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; important in blogs IMO, but er, who am I to say that? I mean, my first post isn't much to speak of. This is his first paragraph of the first post " 1 step for man":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;"Cool... 1st post on 1st blog... i guess i can fit it in for xtra time... (admits that he's bored). Anyway... every thing begins with one single step, and this is my 1st step here. i think its an overstatement anyway cos this isnt that a big thing..."&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated it means: Yo everyone, I HAVE A BLOG. I finally decided to make a blog. But then again, that's nothing to be so hyped up about. But at least I started!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: Well, firstly, he is real happy to have a blog. Evidence being "Cool... 1st post on 1st blog". But all of a sudden, HIS ATTITUDE CHANGES! His new blog is just a thing for keeping him entertained. See how confused he is? First he's real excited, then he's like, 'shove it in the waiting list'. Now ain't that just mind-boggling. Then he starts to talk about how he made the effort to actually start a blog. Well, congratulations I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;"EVERYTHING begins with 1 step... even to the bathroom! EVERYTHING wether you like it or not, begins with a single action. From finding your missing sock, to finding true love, from doodling around on your sketchbook, to signing a lifelong contract, it all begins with one step..."&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: IT IS IMPORTANT TO START DOING STUFF! NO ONE'S GONNA DO IT FOR YOU! Go to the toilet by yourself with no one asking you, find ur missing sock by yourself, find true love by yourself, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: Uhh... Like I said, he just is reminding us to start doing things because in order to get something done you gotta "take the first step :D:D:D:D:D" yada yada yada. Then he starts using examples. But why? WE GET THE FREAKIN' POINT! So now he tries to do something he learnt in Literature: Contrast. "from doodling around on your sketchbook, to signing a lifelong contract". Oh that's real nice, MBCTF. What kind of lifelong contract we talking about here? He's using another Lit skill: exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;"Can you think of anything that doesnt begin with anything done, a single breath, a shake of the hand, a word of love, or of hatred? even the gift of life started of with something. If there was something that could be done without that step, that would be also known as, good old nothing."&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Betcha can't think of anything that goes against my point! Like d00d even LIFE started with "the first step". See? CAnnot think of anything right? LAWL. Like if not for that first step there would be no world but nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:Right. If you say so. Why do you challenge us? We get your freaking point! So, like enough with the examples. And oh while I'm still speak stop trying to be so deep and actually think before you write something. So now you're saying that we can't do anything without the first step? "If there was something that could be done without that step, that would be also known as, good old nothing". Like dude who cares about step one just skip to step two or something. Okay scratch that argument...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;"When you finally find true love, there will never be the same exact moment of someone saying "i love you" for the first time and really meaning it. There will never be that moment of glory in your heart with your first love snuggled in your arms or for the gals, you being held by the one you really cared about, knowing that he cared about you too in the same way for the first time."&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: When I find true love, the first time is the most important. Cos otherwise next time it will be like 'been there done that'. And uhh I refuse to speak about the snuggling and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: Is it true the first time is most important? Hell no, I think. Like not many people marry the first person they go out with. So now our gd friend MBCTF here is saying that if you screw your first relationship up, then the next person you go out with is not the one for you. That is a damn short-sighted way of thinking. Speaking of short.................. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;"So guys out there, please savour your "first" moments. remember your first steps in to anything. Savour the moment of your "first of"s. Dont throw it away so quickly and forget. Because the next time you do it, there will always be that "ive done it before". Remember where and how you started. Understand. "&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Please do not forget your first steps in everything and anything. Otherwise, you'll not like it as much the second of following times. REMEMBER STEP ONE, GEDDIT?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: The post has come to a close and he decides to force his philosophy on us. And like, dude your philosophy SUCKS. IIRC, the reason I do stuff the second time is because the first time probably rocked. What you're trying to say is that the second time won't be as fun or interesting. Not true. Like if anyone knew the second time won't be as fun, why go for it again? And er last but not least, he goes all teacher on us and tries to make sure we understood his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Yes, I know, I only featured one of his posts, but I was getting hungry. I'm a human, dammit. I need nutrition. Well, it's okay, you don't have to stand and clap and all that. This is all part of my job. I hope to try to find the truth behind MBCTF's code. Like the Da Vinci Code, his statements are riddled with trickery, hoping that you would actually believe him, and once you do, the words twist and all you have learnt is the worng thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: "When you finally find true love, there will never be the same exact moment of someone saying "i love you" for the first time and really meaning it." may sound real innocent and good. Saying that true love is an amazing thing. TRUE. Now here's the booby trapped part: is he trying to say that the first person you meet is your "true love"? No. See how he twists it? He adds in these few words "for the first time" and the whole statement is ruined. Watch out, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to explain other posts, please take a look at MBCTF's blog( &lt;a href="http://aclaris.blogs.friendster.com/allblacksart/"&gt;http://aclaris.blogs.friendster.com/allblacksart/&lt;/a&gt;) and then tell me what post it is you want me to comment on. Come on, people, together, we can destroy MBCTF's evil teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and as a closing note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY BEN FOR TELLING SEAN SOON ABT HAMACHI. That's the only dude I told actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly I don't see what so secretive about it. Almost everyone knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and er... Rebecca Julia Brown (The School of Rock) is kinda hot. But Ellen's still hotter I'm sure. .... Er..... PEACE OUT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115218942675104719?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115218942675104719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115218942675104719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115218942675104719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115218942675104719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='hahazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz and er oops sorry'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115177293770684210</id><published>2006-07-02T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:55:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmaigawd     + a well organised debate.</title><content type='html'>El Oh El I actually won at a game of DotA. But yeah, you got me. There's a catch. Jerome was on my team =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway err... what shall I say for this post... Hmm... Need a topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well erms... oh yeah. I'd like to say I am still in love with Ellen, but still I have a question. Who is hotter, Allison Mack or Kristin Kreuk? Argh very difficult choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO THROUGH THIS SYSTEMATICALLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Hmm... I'd go with Kristin cos long hair owns short hair. A: 0 K: 1&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Well I love green eyes but both of them have green eyes. DOH. This would be a draw. A: 0 K: 1&lt;br /&gt;Looks: Er I'd go with Allison cos Kristin looks weird when she smiles. A: 1 K: 1&lt;br /&gt;Body: Er no comment. A: 1 K: 1&lt;br /&gt;Voice: Allison. A: 2 K: 1&lt;br /&gt;Smile: Allison. =) A: 3 K: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we shall go for a short commercial break and as we can see, the score is 3:1 with Allison in the lead! Stay tuned for the show. Don't change the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE'RE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facial Features: Kristin because Allison has this like freckly thingy. Don't really like freckles much. That's why I don't like Kate from LOST. A: 3 K: 2&lt;br /&gt;Crying Face: THIS IS REAL IMPORTANT. I'd go with Allison. She looks so nice when she cries. A: 4 K: 2&lt;br /&gt;DarkSide Face: Ah I don't like the dark side! Since Allison looks more evil when she acts evil, Kristin gets the point. A: 4 K: 3&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Kristin. No question. A: 4 K: 4&lt;br /&gt;Caring Face: Allison. Never really seen Kristen concerned. A:5  K: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anymore ways to compare them cos I don't know them in person, so I hereby declare Allison the winner!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115177293770684210?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115177293770684210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115177293770684210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115177293770684210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115177293770684210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohmaigawd-well-organised-debate.html' title='ohmaigawd     + a well organised debate.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115063287647770690</id><published>2006-06-18T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:14:36.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED THIS.</title><content type='html'>Yes. I need a particular item. Namely, JACK SPARROW'S RING from Master Replicas. I can trus those guys. The ring will definitely be authentic. ITS ONLY 30BUCKS. For a Master Replicas item, that's way cheap. For example, you can buy his gun for like... 400 dollars I think.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, you can't wear a gun, OR bring it to school, so the Ring's fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115063287647770690?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115063287647770690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115063287647770690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115063287647770690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115063287647770690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-this.html' title='I NEED THIS.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115027539310560756</id><published>2006-06-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:56:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems...</title><content type='html'>ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everytime I go to my blog, the internet explorer crashes. So, I might not be able to use the Tagboard, FYI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115027539310560756?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115027539310560756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115027539310560756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115027539310560756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115027539310560756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/problems.html' title='Problems...'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115011954559508471</id><published>2006-06-12T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:39:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viruses!</title><content type='html'>Damn it. My Laptop's been infected... i think. And well, it might get worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if worse comes to worse, I'm gonna reformat the entire C Drive. Hopefully that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bad things that happened was that when I went to this blog, Internet Explorer crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after System Restoring, my entire system crashed because it was "Out of Memory". Was that the virus talking? I tried to System Restore to much earlier and this is what I'm left with... Argh I hope my darling Laptop is alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115011954559508471?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115011954559508471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115011954559508471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115011954559508471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115011954559508471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/viruses.html' title='Viruses!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115010261829805779</id><published>2006-06-12T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:56:58.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/normal_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/normal_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/normal_3_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/normal_3_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/normal_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/normal_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup I went to my new favourite website, or one of my favourite websites anyway.(I won't betray you, &lt;a href="http://www.gamefaqs.com"&gt;www.gamefaqs.com&lt;/a&gt; !!) And I found more pics! Ooooh! Yay, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah that's enough candy for today, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ellenpage.org*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115010261829805779?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115010261829805779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115010261829805779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115010261829805779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115010261829805779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115005140916345262</id><published>2006-06-12T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:45:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prequel: Part Three</title><content type='html'>Well yeah it's obvious MBCTF was the one... so lets see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Mr Tan... Now all we need to do is get him to 'fess up!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan:*evil look* Heh no problemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Tan approaches Mr MBCTF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: *slapping his face* Own up, damn you!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: Never! * spits in Mr Tan's face*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: You would wish you never did that!*Kicks MBCTF in a place best left unsaid*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Man! Foul play! LOL LAWL LORL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Yeah whack 'em!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: *spits blood and several teeth out* You ain't getting a confession from me!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: I'm just... gonna leave.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Okay this is getting too chaotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bangs the hammer. hammer breaks*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: DAMMIT! *withdraws Revolver*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: NOBODY MOVE, NOBODY GETS HURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Low tries to escape the madness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bang!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Oh my g-!!! You killed my client! HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA GET PAID NOW??&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Yeah you should have done that!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*losing his sanity* SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *bang! bye bye Daryl*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: I like rainbows... AND ponies. They're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Not prettier than Ellen, dammit! *kicks MBCTF*&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: I will never tell you anything! *coughs* Never!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Oh, really? * bitch-slaps him*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*pointing the gun at MBCTF now* speak, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: I'd rather die than let you arrest me!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:If you insist.... *fires*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MBCTF falls to the ground*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: He's still breathing! Want me to kick 'em into Hell?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Nah, lets let him go. Just chuck him out on the streets like that.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Won't someone notice? Like Mr Benjamin Yeo? He'd tell the cops!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Nah I won't. I'm your new Clerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115005140916345262?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115005140916345262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115005140916345262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115005140916345262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115005140916345262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/prequel-part-three_12.html' title='The Prequel: Part Three'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115004994977964638</id><published>2006-06-12T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:19:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prequel: Part Two</title><content type='html'>Well we last left off when Mr Roboto was going to start questioning Mr Low...&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what unfolds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Well Mr Joshua Low, what time were you assaulted?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low: Hmm... around... 9 o clock? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So... you're saying that the assault took place at NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Objection, Your Honour. My client has no need to stoop down to such a low level to answer such a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Yeah. Oi, Mr Roboto! Ask more sensible questions please.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: My questions are as sensible as they can ever be!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: LOL I BEG TO DIFFER!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: *scowling* Fine. Fine. What was this height of the attacker?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low: Hmm.... not higher than one meter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: *whispering to Mr Sng* LOL MBCTF is actually shorter than one meter. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So you're trying to say that you got attacked by a dwarf?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: No further questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Both return to their seats.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Mr Tan, your turn. Up you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: I'd like to call Mr MBCTF to the stand!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Why so apprehensive?!??!?!?!?! GUILTY OF SOMETHING?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: OBJECTION! OBJECTION, DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Sng ignores*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Hello? I'M OBJECTING HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*to himself*Note to self. One day I should kill this guy.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: WHAT THE HELL'S THE PROBLEM NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Well, he's accusing my client without proof!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan:*butting in* What are you talking about?! MR LOW SAID HE WAS SHORTER THAN ONE METER! *turning to Mr MBCTF* What's your height, DAMMIT?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: 80 centimeters...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: There you have it, folks!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho:*evil grin* RELEASE THE HOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115004994977964638?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115004994977964638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115004994977964638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115004994977964638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115004994977964638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/prequel-part-two.html' title='The Prequel: Part Two'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115004515429245495</id><published>2006-06-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:59:14.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prequel: Part One</title><content type='html'>Well, I was quite satisfied, so I think I'm gonna do another trilogy of court sessions. Granted, this may or may not be better than the previous saga, but well, it's for my own entertainment, so sit tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline: This is the prequel of the "Assassination" series. This took place not long before the events of "Assassination" took place. This series was created so that the hatred between the late Mr Roboto and Mr Sng can be understood, as well as the events that led to the change of cast in "Assassination"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan, Charles      -Teh Prosecutor&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF              -Again, the Accused&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho, Daryl            -Clerk&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng, Bryan         - Judge&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low, Joshua       -Victim&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto                -Defence Attorney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Yo, people! The Judge is in the house! Stand up y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all rise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: You know, I can get you fired for that. Okay, first things first. Why the hell am I here?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho:*the big smile on his face got wiped off* Heh. Apparently, a Mr Joshua Low got assaulted in his own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: What the- in his own house?! Poor fool. Anyway er... Mr Tan... Proceed.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: I'd like to call a Mr Benjamin Yeo to the stand.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: A witness?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Er... maybe? I kinda don't know who else to call.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: That's damn sad, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Yeo proceeds to the stand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Mr Yeo, if you don't mind, would you place your hand on this Bible and swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Yup. Nothing but the truth!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Er... great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes the Bible and steps back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Continue.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Mr Yeo, is it true that you are a good friend of the victim, Mr Joshua Low?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Yup. We're buds!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Right... Okay, anyway, for the sake of the court, where were you on the night of the crime?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Objection, Your Honour. I don't see what Mr Yeo has to do with the case?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Er... shush for the time being. I don't know where this leads either, but, oh well I'm listening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Roboto has nothing to say. He shuts his trap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Well... On the night of the crime I was at the supermarket. Buying groceries.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Quiet, clerk.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Make me!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*fingering the Revolver in his pocket* You're asking for it...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Damn I sense a disturbance in the Force! Fine I shall stay silent.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Well, you were buying groceries eh? Where?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: At Tampines Mall. Near Josh's house.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Objection! This still leads nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*temper rising...* Please be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: So, you're saying that it is possible for you to have seen anyone of a particular short height go near Mr Low's house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Er. Yes. Unless he was too short for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan:*taking a glance at Mr MBCTF* That is possible I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: I think I would have seen it if someone tried to go to Josh's house. Someone of average height, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho: Laugh out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Duncha mean, &lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Objection! He's insulting my client's physique!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Wow you sure know how to object. I don't see why the Prosecutor should have to be penalized for your client's &lt;em&gt;uniqueness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Thank you, Your Honour. Well no more questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Charles and Ben return to their respective seats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Me next Me next!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: I'd like to call Mr Low to the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115004515429245495?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115004515429245495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115004515429245495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115004515429245495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115004515429245495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/prequel-part-one.html' title='The Prequel: Part One'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115003579577512463</id><published>2006-06-11T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:23:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassination: Part Three</title><content type='html'>Well, as of now, we know that Mr MBCTF is a very probable assassin. He lied about being at home. He was caught and now Mr Tan will find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ms Ellen tells her story but it makes no sense to anyone, being too complicated. Cos She's so smart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Err.... let's pretend she never came...&lt;br /&gt;*Ms Ellen, being too beautiful for the court, leaves*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: You may call forth another witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Very well. I shall continue questioning Mr MBCTF.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Good. I tire of this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Yeah I'll skip it. I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Ah good. Proceed, Mr Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Why thank you, Your Honour. *turning to Mr MBCTF* MR MBCTF.&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF:*irritated* Er, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Don't use that tone with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bitch-slaps MBCTF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: OBJECTION!! OBJECTION!! HE'S NOT ALLOWED TO SLAP MY CLIENT!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Objection substained. Mr Tan, please refrain from bitch-slapping future clients of Mr Roboto.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan:*straightening tie* I'll try to...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Ha LOL that retard deserved it. *kicks MBCTF*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*looking at his hammer* Must... Resist... Temptation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Okay, okay. Mr MBCTF, since you were not at home during that period of time, where the hell were you?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF:*spitting out blood* You ain't... getting... nothing from me...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: This isn't an interrogation! * kicks him again*&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: I am loyal... to my country...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: DAMMIT! HE'S GOING TERRORIST ON US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Damn you, Mr MBCTF. THIS IS YOUR COUNTRY!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: Liar! My country is where my wife is!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: YOU HAVE A WIFE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*entire room gasps. silence. long silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: Yes. My wife lives inside my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Curse you Mr Tan! He's lost it! You've scared him into madness.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Perhaps that's just what he wants us to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MBCTF wipes the sweat and blood off his brow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: This is only the beginning, my friend... *cracks knuckles*&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: *now in Russian accent* Dam you! In Soviet Russia, I own you!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Look what you've done, Mr Tan!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Shh. He's a good actor. But I'm a better lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: OBJECTION OBJECTION OBJECTION!!! This is no longer a court case! You are interrogating my client like terrorists!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: *takes out a Revolver, he points it at Mr Roboto* Is that all they taught you in law school?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Dammit, I quit! *slams his suitcase on the table and then starts to walk toward the door*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: I don't think so...* aims and pulls the trigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BANG! Blood is all over. Roboto never got to leave*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: HOLY SHIT! YOU JUST MURDERED SOMEONE!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Shh. Mr Tan... let me teach you how to get information. *points gun at MBCTF*&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: Ho crap! Hohoho crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Hey... What's that smell? It's smells like urine!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: DAMMIT. Mr MBCTF wet his pants!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: I confess! I TRIED TO ASSASSINATE MR POWERS! Cos.... I'm in the NKF too...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:* gun still pointed at MBCTF* That's all I needed to know. *pulls trigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The END! Lol yeah this one was really impossible. So, it's possible that I may make a remake of this Part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115003579577512463?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115003579577512463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115003579577512463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115003579577512463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115003579577512463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/assassination-part-three.html' title='Assassination: Part Three'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115002255118137065</id><published>2006-06-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:06:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassination: Part Two</title><content type='html'>Well, it's part two of this AWESOME trilogy and it's Mr Tan's turn to call someone to the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: I would like to call... *moment of silence* MBCTF to the stand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*People in the court gasp.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr MBCTF is shocked, and afraid. He slowly walks to the stand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Hey don't take your own sweet time. Are your legs too short or something??&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo:*snicker*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Anyway yeah skip the Bible thing. This court lacks the time. Speaking of time, why the hell am I here? This session is just a waste of my lovely life. I could be like playing DotA or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Well, well, well. Mr MBCTF. You're looking preeety suspicious right about now. With all them short-fartness and whatnot. Alright, let's not dilly-dally. Where were you during the night of the crime?&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF:*whimpering* I was at home... Watching erms... American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Oh yeah?! Purgery is a serious crime, Mr MBCTF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: OBJECTION! HE'S UNDERMINING MY CLIENT!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*very irritated* Ugh! Enough with the objections already! But, anyway, you don't have to shout. We're all just next to each other. But yes, Mr Tan, yes try not to undermine poor lil Mr MBCTF here. He might break down and start twitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from the audience*Mr Joseph: But he's ALWAYS twitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Courtroom erupts in laugher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*banging his hammer* Order in the court!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughter slowly dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan:*clearly unhappy* Fine. Since you say you were at home WATCHING AMERICAN IDOL, who &lt;em&gt;won&lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF:*tears already flowing from his eyes* Er...*whimper* Katharine?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: LIES! LIES! Anyone with a brain knows that Taylor won!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: *starts to smile* He won? Yeah! Oh... wait... crap...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Crap, indeed, Mr MBCTF, crap indeed. You just exposed yourself! So if you were not at home, where were you? What are you trying to hide?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: I can't remember!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Maybe that's just what you want us to think!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF: But... But... I really can't-&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: A LIKELY STORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: OBJECT-... oh who cares...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Now, now Mr Tan, easy on the pressure. He might wet his pants.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan:*big grin* Is that so? Anyways, Your Honour, Mr MBCTF is clearly lying! I shall leave it as that so this session would not end so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*sarcastically* How kind of you.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: No further questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Your turn, Roboto.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto:I'd like to call Mr Powers to the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*being a rich millionaire/computer desginer, members of the court clap instantaneously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Yeah, I know: skip it. But while I'm here, I must say I'm such a huge fan of your creation, the PSP, the Pokémon Stadium Portable.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Yeah me too! The graphics are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers: Thank you, thank you! *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So am I, Mr Powers, so am I!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers: Shut up, Son of Satan!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Sit down, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Powers sits down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So, Mr Powers, you claim you are an honest business man, hoping to spread joy and happiness to Pokémon lovers and haters alike?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers: Er, yeah? That's what I said during the press conference at E4 last month right?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Oh yeah. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back at his seat*Mr MBCTF: Damn I hired the wrong lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Then would you care to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from the advertisement*Then why do you think he would try to assassinate Mr Powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers: Well, I am rich. *Big charming smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All the girls in the courtroom faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers: Heh gets 'em everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So, you are rich, eh? Millionaire eh? What's your point?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Objection, your honour. My client has no obligation to answer stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Yeah, good point. Roboto, you had better start asking some sensible questions or I will get you arrested for making a mockery of the court.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: You can't do that! It's not a crime if I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng:*grin* It will be.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Anyway, fine. Scratch that last question. So, if you're rich, you think people are gonna cause a black out, march into your office, and attempt to kill you in hopes of becoming a millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers: Well, when I'm dead, the money has to go somewhere. In my will it states ALL my assets will go to charity because I have no children.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So you're saying that the assassin would get nothing out of killing you?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers: Yup. Well, unless he's in the NKF foundation. The Need Kind Friends foundation. All those lonely suckers in there get to live the high life.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: *starting to cry*I'm in the NKF!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: LOL. No surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: It seems that Mr Roboto is now in no condition to continue, it will become Mr Tan's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Roboto and Mr Powers return to their seats.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Ah, yes. I would like to call Mr Power's ever beautiful secretary, Ms Ellen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ms Ellen walks to the stand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from the audience*Some Guy: I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Shut up. *Turning to Mr Sng and winking* She's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: I'll skip the swearing thing, not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Well, Ms Ellen, it is true that you were at the office of Mr Powers during the assassination?&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ellen:*in her really hot voice* Well, I work there, right? So obviously, I'd be there.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Well, what exactly did you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ellen: Well... this is what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Advertisement-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Sorry guys, for this episode not having everything stated in the previous advertisement. But well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: So you're saying that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: The truth is finally revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Dammit I quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: I'll skip it. Yeah I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Mr Yeo remembers what to do!&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Only on: Assassinatio: Part Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the final chapter of the trilogy! Only on &lt;a href="http://notjustthis.blogspot.com"&gt;http://notjustthis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115002255118137065?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115002255118137065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115002255118137065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115002255118137065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115002255118137065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/assassination-part-two.html' title='Assassination: Part Two'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-115001394096898624</id><published>2006-06-11T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:06:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassination: Part One</title><content type='html'>... Since I was so bored I'd like to come up with a court session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not very good at this so cut me some slack. And well, being able to think of no case better than this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, I'd like to introduce to you those involved in the session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan, Charles -Teh Prosecutor&lt;br /&gt;Mr MBCTF (name to be left anonymous) -The Accused&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto, Double Arigato - Defence Attorney&lt;br /&gt;Mr Powers, Austin -The "Victim"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng, Bryan -Judge&lt;br /&gt;Various people - The other people so the court doesn't look so empty&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo, Benjamin - Clerk ( First time on the job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Er... The Judge has arrived... All rise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone rises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Okay, okay, you may all sit. Now, which case am I presiding today?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Er... the one where... Someone tried to assassinate a Mr Powers.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Okay, right... Let's see where this leads to. Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Well, okay Your Honour. I'd like to call a young man by the name of Marvin to the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Marvin proceeds to the stand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Mr Joseph, will you place your right hand on the Bible and do solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Joseph: Well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Well, Mr Joseph, it is true that you say that the accused, Mr MBCTF, is a very twitchy person?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: OBJECTION, Your Honour! My clients health defects have nothing to do with the case.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Oh, just let the man speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Roboto sits down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Joseph: Well, yes. In the past, I have seen various problems that have been caused by his twitchy-ness. For example, his twitchy-ness has once destroyed a computer. Yes. It is true.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: Oh? Then, would you care to explain HOW his twitchy-ness destroyed a computer?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Joseph: I'd be delighted!! Well, actually, the IT setting up job belongs to Mitchell. However, as usual, MBCTF butted in and well, he must have twitched so much that he accidentally screwed up the wires.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: So you are also willing to say that this particular twitchy-ness is a danger to the lives of people?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: OBJECTION! &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; don't see how the destruction of computers have anything to do with the attempted assassination.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: But &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do, lame-ass. So shut up and just see where this leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mr Roboto sits down. His face is more robot-like than ever.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Joseph:*to himself* Wow this Roboto guy is creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Joseph: Anyway, yes. I do say that this twitchy-ness is actually a danger to many, many people.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: *smiling* Ah, great. Would you say that Mr MBCTF is capable of the charge agaisnt him? Namely, MURDER?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Joseph: Honestly, no. Most of the time, he is a danger to himself as well as others.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: *cursing* I see... No further questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mr Tan and Joseph return to their respective seats.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Ooo! My turn! My turn!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Yeah yeah. Get your ass here and call your first person to the stand.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto *scowling* I'd like to call a witness to the stand. A janitor only known by the name, Teh Janitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Teh Janitor stands up, broom and all, and heads to the stand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Err... Sir, you can leave your... Cleaning materials back at your seat.&lt;br /&gt;Teh Janitor:*threateningly* OR, I can bring them along!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeo: Well, yes you can. Teh Janitor, will you place your right hand on -&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Er, let's forget the whole Bible thing, okay? I'm sure we all get the drift. Proceed, Roboto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: That's MR Roboto. And well, Teh Janitor, is it true you were at the scene of the attempted crime?&lt;br /&gt;TJ: Ya lah! I was the guy that called the police what.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Right. And is it also true it was dark, meaning that it was not possible to see the assassin's face?&lt;br /&gt;TJ: Ya. It was night. Then got black out.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So, it is also possible that the assassin was not Mr MBCTF?&lt;br /&gt;TJ: Ya it could have been anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So when exactly did you call the police?&lt;br /&gt;TJ: Eh... Oh ya. Even though it was damn dark I could still see a bit la. I saw the assassin take out a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: So you instantly knew that someone was going to get murdered since he took out a knife?&lt;br /&gt;TJ: Eh... Your questions damn stupid leh. If he's not gonna murder someone, take out knife for what?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: I have ONE LAST QUESION, TJ. It is definitely unknown whether or not it was MBCTF, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;TJ: Ya la. How many times you want to say.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: No further questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TJ smiles sinisterly and both head to their seats.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: As of now, what we know so far is that Mr MBCTF both could have or couldn't have attempted the assassination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Advertisement-&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME ON "ASSASSINATION"&lt;br /&gt;* cool music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: So you are saying that he DID attempt to kill Mr Powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: The truth starts to unfold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto: Then WHY do you think he would try to assassinate Mr Powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: More stupid questions are asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sng: Damn it! Is it possible?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: More suspense and surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: Catch Assassination: Part Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two of the trilogy, only on &lt;a href="http://notjustthis.blogspot.com"&gt;http://notjustthis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end advertisement-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-115001394096898624?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/115001394096898624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=115001394096898624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115001394096898624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/115001394096898624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/assassination-part-one.html' title='Assassination: Part One'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114994905164617743</id><published>2006-06-10T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:17:32.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im kinda satisfied.</title><content type='html'>Well, because I finally got MP3s for the blog! It used to be MIDI and that could like go on my Bro's lame shit phone. (Which is also Steven's phone, FYI). Anyway, yes, I finally got it MP3, but there is a problem. For me, it's okay, but for others with a slower internet connection, the music might cut, and continue, and cut, continue. Fortunately, this would only happen the first playthrough. When it playsback, it shouldn't cut again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are reading this and the music cuts, don't worry, it shouldn't cut too much, unless, no offence, your internet connection sucks. Speaking of connections, MBCTF's connections sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has he no friends in Singapore to tell him that Taylor won American Idol? I mean, even if he HAS no friends, which is quite a possibility, considering his height and whatnot, the New Zealand Newspaper should state who won. After all, American Idol is quite a big deal. Okay, even if the NZ newspapers didn't say so, I'm quite certain his &lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt; has friends who would keep her updated. Or, maybe her friends DID update her, but then she realised what kind of a person Tuck is a refused to share with him her new found knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, proof of Tuck's stupidity came in a form of a photograph, Bryan to whom I give credit for. Bravo. Caught that little bugga in the act. Apparently, Tuck thought that Katharine won, he so claims "Taylor should have won American Idol. I hate Katharine. She SUX!". Trying to use short form and PHAILING miserably, he just made a fool of himself. Poor sucker. Looks like it's Fission Mailed for you, Tuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, oh why does Katharine suck? I think she's pretty good. And she's pretty too. Now, now readers, my heart still belongs to Ellen, but it's true, Katharine's pretty. So WHY does he think she, in his words, "SUX"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several possibilities, all which a probable, yet insanely impossible. However, everything's possible for our GOOD FRIEND Tuck, right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibility One: "I hate everyone. I 'ROX', therefore, if I hate everyone, they definitely 'SUX'."&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning/Counters: Well, yes, Tuck would say that. I can almost imagine it. Well he definitely thinks he "ROX", as he really likes his violin, as he is very "PRO" at it. Well to each his own, my &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;. If you think you violin playing is the best, so be it, but if you fail as a Musician, don't cry, as no one will be there to lend you a shoulder to cry on anyway. Why else would he think he "ROX"? Possibly because of his height. He's probably thinking, "Yo, everyone's always dissing me because of my height, but you know why I don't care? Cause I'm an optimist! Yep! To me, I'm just &lt;em&gt;unique!"&lt;/em&gt; Well, if you say so, Tuck. But my readers, I'm sure we all know otherwise: he's a freak. Ah, yes, why this possibility is not very probable, because, if he thought that everyone sucked, he would not have wanted Taylor to win. Instead he would have wanted to win himself. Also, if that was the case, he wouldn't like Natalie. So, let's think about this possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibility Two: "Katharine is so freaking ugly! That's why she 'SUX'!"&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning/Counters: Well, fair argument, as everyone has their own opinion. But then, even is he found her unattractive, that's no reason to say that she "SUX". It's just not fair. Is he judging a book by it's cover? WHY HOW COULD YOU, TUCK!? I always thought you were a very fair person, always thinking about people's strength's instead of their looks. Well, speaking of looks, she IS pretty, and for him to say that she was ugly would mean he has real bad taste. But then again, who said he had "good" taste? (Sorry, Natalie..) Okay, let's take this possibility into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibility Three: An outburst of craziness.&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning/ Counters: Ah, a possibility that really should be considered. I mean, there have been cases where Tuck LASHED out at friends and friends alike, possibly losing them in the process. Your, Honour, I'd like to call my first witness to the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Mr Teo, how exactly did Tuck "lash" out in madness?&lt;br /&gt;Robin: Well, he turned over tables and went into a MAD RAGE! Nothing could stop him! It was madness! Children were crying!&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Oh? Is that so? Do you realise that purgery is an offence?!&lt;br /&gt;Robin: Fine... Fine... what really happened was... He turned over tables and even strangled someone... Can't remember who. Was it me? Perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;*Turning to the Judge* Charles: No further questions, Your Honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is another very probable reason, so let's just leave it as that. As for the one true reason why he wrote that, only he will know. And, hopefully, only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114994905164617743?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114994905164617743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114994905164617743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114994905164617743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114994905164617743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-kinda-satisfied.html' title='im kinda satisfied.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114984159387459563</id><published>2006-06-09T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:26:33.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>Argh it's so boring........ Seriously,&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I have nothing to do. Well, actually, nothing to do on the computer. Cos I can go play Pokemon. But I don't wanna play Pokemon.. Been playing the last few hours. Can't wait for Daryl to get a new Action Replay for GBA. Need Mew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. yeah. What should I say? Hmm yeah today's Friday..............&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114984159387459563?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114984159387459563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114984159387459563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114984159387459563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114984159387459563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114961154150444501</id><published>2006-06-07T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:32:22.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day has ended.</title><content type='html'>OKAY. So teh bigg 6.6.06 iz ovah! Hooray. Children of God, celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't see what the big deal was. And I wonder. Did The Omen sell well? I suppose so, considering it's a sequel, according to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgot to day was today, ya know? Lol.......... anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Nth to say................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen is hot, my friends. Very hot. Ouch you can't touch her you'd burn your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114961154150444501?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114961154150444501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114961154150444501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114961154150444501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114961154150444501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-has-ended.html' title='the day has ended.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114959993708675648</id><published>2006-06-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:18:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Blah blah. Dunno what to say...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Page rocks! Yeah Jamie Lynn Spears doesn't come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! Ellen! 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Ellen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114959993708675648?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114959993708675648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114959993708675648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114959993708675648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114959993708675648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114951549032470646</id><published>2006-06-05T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:37:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought it possible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/ellen%20shadowcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/ellen%20shadowcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/ELLEN!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/ELLEN%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/Ellen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/Ellen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I NEVER THOUGHT A PERSON COULD BE AS HOT AS ELLEN. If you don't find her attractive, you're either a girl, or you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks to ellenpage.org for teh hawt pix*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114951549032470646?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114951549032470646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114951549032470646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114951549032470646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114951549032470646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/never-thought-it-possible.html' title='Never thought it possible...'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114932847694992688</id><published>2006-06-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:54:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries galore!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, here's one of the more outstanding ones. I sall plagarise and this could probably get me sued, but oh well. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The truth is finally known! Barney seems innocent and sweet but in fact he is Satan. It's all very simple:&lt;br /&gt;1) Start with the given: CUTE PURPLE DINOSAUR&lt;br /&gt;2) Change all U's to V's (which is proper Latin anyway): CVTE PVRPLE DINOSAVR&lt;br /&gt;3) Extract all Roman Numerals: C V V L D I V&lt;br /&gt;4) Convert into Arabic values: 100 5 5 50 500 1 5&lt;br /&gt;5) Add all the numbers: 666&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Barney is Satan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one! Well this seriously makes sense but... why didnt I think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A freshman at Eagle Rock Junior High won first prize at the Greater Idaho Falls Science Fair, April 26. He was attempting to show how conditioned we have become to alarmists practicing junk science and spreading fear of everything in our environment. In his project, he urged people to sign a petition demanding strict control or total elimination of the chemical "dihydrogen monoxide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for plenty of good reasons, since:&lt;br /&gt;1. It can cause excessive sweating and vomiting&lt;br /&gt;2. It is a major component in acid rain&lt;br /&gt;3. It can cause severe burns in its gaseous state&lt;br /&gt;4. Accidental inhalation can kill you&lt;br /&gt;5. It contributes to erosion&lt;br /&gt;6. It decreases effectiveness of automobile brakes&lt;br /&gt;7. It has been found in tumors of terminal cancer patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked 50 people if they supported a ban of the chemical. Forty-three said yes, six were undecided, and only one knew that the chemical was water. The title of his prize winning project was, "How Gullible Are We?" He feels the conclusion is obvious "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH I wouldn't want a ban on water! I mean, dihydrogen = two molecules of hydrgen, monoxide = one molecule of oxygen... H2O!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many more... I'll put the site somewhere on the blog so... well go find it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114932847694992688?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114932847694992688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114932847694992688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114932847694992688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114932847694992688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/06/discoveries-galore.html' title='Discoveries galore!!!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114863618033563312</id><published>2006-05-26T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:04:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>didnt go sch today</title><content type='html'>Because I was tired. FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ben did you break the code? Hah should be easy for you. But when you do don't tell anyone. Ha it would just be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, reviews say that X-Men The Last Stand was not good because it was not long enough to go in depth with the many character's profiles and lives. Is this gonna stop me from watching? NO! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I hope Mr. Lee Hock Pun does not reject my file and exercise books. I WAS ABSENT. I hardly see how it's my fault. And I also hope i don't get thrashed by Mrs Tho, because once again, I was absent! Oh yeah, Music file, same reason: Absent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh so bored......... Ben how the hell are you always able to write so much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh anyway I'm thinkin of doin' a lil' upgradin of this blog. But I haven't touched the design template in a LONG time so my HTML skills might be a lil rusty. I'm afraid to screw it up. Well, either way, I have no idea what to improve! It's kinda perfect except for the fact that it's still KH one, a little out-dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm kinda late to say this, but the class portal was a gd idea. I mean, it's being used quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh yeah! Now I remember. We had a DVC talk on Monday, 22nd of May.&lt;br /&gt;The speaker was the to-be-lawyer, Kelvin Chia. He would make a good lawyer I suppose, as his arguments were rather smart. I took down notes (=O) of the talk but I er... can't remember where I put them... Well basically, he talked about &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; the DVC was causing such an uproar. Yeah, people say, "So Jesus was married. Big deal, that doesn't change my thinking about the religion.". Just to add, these people are just annoying, and should have gone for the talk instead of talking so much.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; is exactly what the talk was about&lt;em&gt;. Why&lt;/em&gt; it is a big deal&lt;em&gt;. Why&lt;/em&gt; it matters&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Not about &lt;strong&gt;proving&lt;/strong&gt; that Jesus wasn't married, but&lt;em&gt; why&lt;/em&gt; he&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Hope you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he talked about was why saying Jesus was married DID matter. I can't remember the finer details but it was a good talk. Also, he touched on Jesus' divinity. The Code states that Jesus was a man who worked miracles, but a&lt;em&gt; man nonetheless.&lt;/em&gt; By saying that Jesus was not God would destroy the Church entirely, as if Jesus was not God, being a Christian would be pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I won't say anymore, lest I say the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And............................... Jamie is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114863618033563312?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114863618033563312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114863618033563312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114863618033563312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114863618033563312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/didnt-go-sch-today.html' title='didnt go sch today'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114845857280095616</id><published>2006-05-24T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T16:25:25.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DLS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/24052006278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/24052006278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. Interested in playing a game? No? Too bad. Anyway here's how it goes. First let me say this game is VERY DIFFICULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes: Find Mark Benedict Cheong Tuck Fai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds easy right? I mean considering that he's Sec 2 and these are all Primary 5 people. Well, down here Mark fits right in the picture. He's among his "brethren" so called. Found him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: He's setting up the projector.&lt;br /&gt;I told you it was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways let me say that I had a great time at DLS School, or those who don't know, De La Salle School. Great as in not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the day began. I woke up and brushed teeth and whatnot, but you don't wanna know about that. So I shall just say that once I reached St. Pat's, I walked up the staircase to meet Ben, Mark and Low outside the Chapel. After about 5 mins, Bryan arrived and Brother came out of the quarters. We squeezed into the car and we headed to OLPS church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At OLPS, we met up with Auntie Eva, Mr Xavier and Mrs Xavier. We forced Mark to their car because we wanted to enjoy the car ride to DLS but with Mark in the car, such a wish would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what happened during the ride there, but eventually we arrived and we proceeded straight away to the AV Room. We breathed a sigh of relief. Air-con. I'm not saying that the cr wasn't enough air-con or anything but well, you know air-con, you can never have too much of it. Soon the people started pouring in. I wouldn't call them children, as most of them looked rather teenish. There were 70+ of them, but it was nothing we couldn't handle. Cos well, there was nothing to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the retreat, Brother decided to rehearse a few songs. Mark deserted and stood at the back of the room whilst Ben, Bryan, Low and I stood at one of the corners in front. The first song was "Lord We Lift Your Name On High" and Mark as the first to start singing. Well, screw singing, he was practically putting on a show back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was such a good entertainer, I suggested to Brother, why don't we ask Mark to sing he next song? I mean, he can like throw in some of his antics. Like Mr. Bean or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother called Mark center stage and Mark willingly obliged. The music came on and... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQPS3X360WII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was singing so well. Ok perhaps I'm just kidding. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he wasn't stingy with the emotion! I could have cried because of all the drama. but I didn't as it would be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, we had given out star stickers with the four colours: Orange, Yellow, Green and Pink. Little did I know at the time, the stickers were actually assigning them into groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Group 2, the Orange group, and I think I made the right choice. I mean, they were rather cooperative. We headed to the first station, Auntie Eva's station, and she talked about being a King. Not royalty, but King in the sense of being a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was the Prayer Room, Mrs Xavier's station. I was asked to light candles and give out papers. She talked about the role of being a Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was recess so the facils had breakfast. Then, it was Mr Xavier's turn and he talked about being a member of a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Brother's station and he talked about the role of a Prophet. But before this station, a very incredible thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this. You see, Mr Xavier's Station finished early so Mark asked us to wait outside Brother's station as the group inside was not done yet. Mark decided to say "Why don't we have a talk?" I was like shaking my head, fearing the chaos that would follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to talk and then, after some lame speech, he asked, "Any questions?"... Then some guy asked him "how old are you?". Mark replied, "14", smiling. Then some girl, Chelsie I think, or Eunice asked "THEN WHY ARE YOU SO SHORT?" I immediately burst out in tears. TEARS OF LAUGHTER!! His dignity now at a rock bottom, he said, "Well, Because." and just left it as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that little episode, it was time for us to enter the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, Brother spoke about the role of a Prophet, and then after that, it was time to go to the prayer room again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Prayer Room : Revisited --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes after that very spy-ish intro, we came back to the Prayer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to sing some songs like the ones we pratised earlier. Then, we had to tell a story about either a King, Prophet, Communityman, or Priest. For some reason, brother wanted to give us another introduction. And this, I say, was the funniest part of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was busy fixing the projector and laptop among the P5 people. Brother said "These five boys are going to tell us a little something of they're own experience as a Prophet, King, Priest of Communityman."Well it went something along those lines. Then he said "Hey? Why are there only four of you?" lokking a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark then put up his stubby hands and Brother said," Oh, there you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA LOL that shows how short Mark is. Anyways, yeah. That was kinda what happened at the retreat. For further details, I'm sure Benjamin has put up a post on this. You can go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I wasn't being totally honest about why I chose group 2. Let me tell you why I REALLY chose group 2... in code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aTTTsIiUCeETarkThoaYmeeEewnaeadlladttlhassPtileuiCRhmyrgeUEeelCh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114845857280095616?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114845857280095616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114845857280095616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114845857280095616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114845857280095616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/dls.html' title='DLS!!'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114795969115449289</id><published>2006-05-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:16:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/da%20vinci%20code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/da%20vinci%20code.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOO I CANT WATCH. DAM IT. AND WHILE IM AT IT: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MBCTF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IS SHORT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114795969115449289?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114795969115449289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114795969115449289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114795969115449289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114795969115449289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='.....................'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114795863464009309</id><published>2006-05-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:23:54.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon end of term: HOLS!! :D =D XD</title><content type='html'>Well! The End of The Exams. And I since there's such a nice ring to it, from now on I shall call it TETE. I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure you all wanna know my results, right, kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna tell you. So sit down and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English -- 80/110            Should be an A upon 100 right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths --   40/100           Failed&lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt;! Just like I expected. It's not like I'm blaming that lunatic teacher but I'm just sayin'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese -- 53/100           Passed&lt;strong&gt;ed&lt;/strong&gt;!! Whao. Didn't expect that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science -- 62 1/2 /100    Well so much for science being my strong subject... So much for not studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature -- 74/100 -- 37/50 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography -- 65/100        YEAH! Studying &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History --    33/100         HEH. That's the lowest I got for exams ever! Reminds me of the time I got 34 for Chinese in Pri. 3.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, children, you've heard my results. Applause then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that..... Daryl's party tomorrow! DAMMIT I can't sleepover. Freakin' sinus crap thing. Haven't even packed yet. Speaking of packing. I should start packing soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps............ at 10?.... Now's 9.20.. ARGH I MISSED SCRUBS!!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$@##!%@!%"&gt;!@#$@##!%@!%&lt;/a&gt;@#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114795863464009309?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114795863464009309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114795863464009309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114795863464009309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114795863464009309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/05/soon-end-of-term-hols-d-d-xd.html' title='soon end of term: HOLS!! :D =D XD'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114632306811987888</id><published>2006-04-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:04:31.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er... round of applause anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/29042006275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/29042006275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. you must be wondering: &lt;strong&gt;what the hell is that picture??!!?!!?!?!??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brothers Mark and Jude have always been doing crazy things, but this is one of the most most insane. they were acting as &lt;em&gt;Drake and Josh&lt;/em&gt; using sock puppets! pretty crazy right? well, what can you expect from a fatass and a retard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let me speak about my day! yes, sorry you have to hear this, but it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up, ate a small breakfast and went to meet Ben at the KC bus-stop. i was hoping to be able to hand in my DnT files on the way, but all the gates were locked. oh well. 10 Hours of detention doesnt seem SO bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we took a bus to sji and on the way, we played worms on his PSP! graphics were so pro! better than DS...*jealousy rising...* such good sound *RISING*, no touch screen*fading....*, no microphone*jealousy gone...*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah dat was dat and after some time we reached sji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont tell you about our uneventful walk there as it was....uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, we found our ay into the Cenacle and we kiinda walked in during the Rosary. Allocutio, then minutes, and the usual jazz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, Ben and i had to find our way HOME. so we had another &lt;em&gt;uneventful&lt;/em&gt; walk, and we waited a SHIT long time for the bus. anyays the bus ride was damn boring and yeah thats kinda it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, that wasnt so bad was it? stay tuned.....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;remember, people: Jamie Lynn Spears is the HOTTEST!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.-twisted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114632306811987888?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114632306811987888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114632306811987888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114632306811987888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114632306811987888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/er-round-of-applause-anyone.html' title='er... round of applause anyone?'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114622916376906172</id><published>2006-04-28T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:59:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th April SUCKS.</title><content type='html'>argh. never thought i would say this... BUT TODAY SUCKED! what the hell. where shall i begin? ah perfect. i know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28th April, My House, 6.15 am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I had lost my SMS form! Never mind, let's see what Ms. Pereira was gonna say about it... so, my day went about as usual........ then i realised i forgot to bring my RME booklet!! okay... i hope ms pereira's tolerance level is high today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt, as usual. i had to get photocopies + scolding = (sadness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, about the form, i borrowed joachim's form to make a replica, but then the auntie said that she also had a template! DOHDOHDOH. well. nevermind. i knew what was about to happen. i had to go home and get it signed. well, not so bad, considering i had to come back anyway for geog remedial. which i fell asleep at. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left my bag with yong sin and i went home to get my replica of the form signed. leland and yuan zheng came over which was kinda nice. we didnt really do anything though. accursed exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the form was signed i returned back to school. OH GREAT NEWS. guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERY SINGLE THING IN MY PENCIL CASE GOT STOLEN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i ever find the bastards that did it, they'll find out the true meaning oh corporal pain. parents never teach la! stealing is wrong, assholes!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those thigns in my pencil box had &lt;strong&gt;sentimental value&lt;/strong&gt;!! except for the lousy pen of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeah, it was geog remedial time. pearl ong had another hairstyle today. lol. anyways i was like sitting in front but she didnt scold me for sleeping. either shes really blind or really understanding. or both. anyways after the rem, i told her about the theft. soon peng, I MEAN giap xuan lost a calculator, but that was due to his own stupidity. sean soon lost the entire contents of his pencil box too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT, science workbook checking thing! well how fun! anyways, another bad thing happened here. &lt;strong&gt;MY BOOK MAGICALLY DISAPPEARED!&lt;/strong&gt; seriously, it just disappeared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, mrs tho was understanding, she said that it was not my fault (OBVIOUSLY) and told me to go home and on tuesday we would sort it out. oh well. yeah then i went home... everything went back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year, im watching out for April 28th:The New Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114622916376906172?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114622916376906172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114622916376906172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114622916376906172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114622916376906172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/28th-april-sucks_28.html' title='28th April SUCKS.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114491733458137462</id><published>2006-04-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:40:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>founders dayy</title><content type='html'>ooooooooookay. Founders day. the day i get my prefect badge officially and...........my tie. it looks kickass. ooh the dark green(i think) and all. well at least there arent anymore flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... when i got to school, the first thing i did was...GET TO THE STAFF LOUNGE! i was around five minutes late. we were supposed to get there by 6.55 but....oh well. anyway low kay ming got fired the day before. so i got into the lounge, which was pretty nice. but it was like real small the whole table was covered with mr ho chee wai's flowers. they were quite pretty and.....unique. there was one with a spiral flower pot. it seemed kinda kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i changed into by Brother's robe, all set for the skit. bryan was a brother too, but benjamin looked the best. he wore his altar server's robe thingy and he looked VERY priestly. he fit the job. however there was someone who didnt.*surprised sound*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. someone should not have gotten his role, but he did. that someone did not deserve such power. that someone was..................... MARK!!! i mean like what the f***! La Salle? HIM??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember having such a short and figety Founder!(as a side note Mark has spasms.--confirmed by Bryan) i didnt mind him having the role, however, but benjamin did! benjamin wanted the job and mark knew it. ohhhhhhhhhhhhh but he couldnt handle the JEALOUSY!!!! i know it. mediocre roles not good enough for ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannel: "Who wants to be La Salle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Benjamin puts up hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "But he can't be La Salle. He's too tall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin: "... ... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles: "That means you can't be La Salle either 'cos you're *i wanted to say 'too SHORT', but my conscience went against my brain* wearing SPECS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mark shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannel: "Okay Mark can be La Salle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--END--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said. undeserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, soon we waited at the foyer(kinda) while during the anthem and all. woohoo first time. i felt like all those people who wait there to say the prayers and sing the school song and all that. after the homily (there was a short mass), it was our turn to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went well till...... mark was supposed to "serve drinks" to his "brothers" but he was still in the "kitchen" doing God-knows-what. the poor "brother" was confused because mark had to "serve the drinks" before he could say his line. STRIKE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, according to bryan, mark forgot his lines while talking to Fr. Barre (Ben) i think. STRIKE TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, there's no strike 3 for me to laugh at him for......... anyways i made a mistake too. oops. at one time, forgot to switch on the mike. doh!! well it wasnt completely my fault! the mike had like "ON","OFF" and some middle selection. i selected the middle one which was as good as "OFF"=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah. after that i rushed out of my costume to get seated with my fellow Trainee Prefects! i just sat at any old seat that was empty=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then soon i received my Badge, and after sometime, we walked to the prefect assemply area and after some crap, WE RECEIVED OUR TIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,Bryan,low and i went to parkway and........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting to tired to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.twistertorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114491733458137462?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114491733458137462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114491733458137462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114491733458137462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114491733458137462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/founders-dayy.html' title='founders dayy'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114439901269686701</id><published>2006-04-07T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:38:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports carnival. nonono funfair</title><content type='html'>WOW. sports carnival sucked. big surprise? no. well initially i thought i would be quite fun. i was wrong. i woke up at around 6.30 am and since my mom asked me not to bathe in the morning anymore, i had like lots of time. plus, my uncle lent my dad his car as he was goin over seas. so i thought, "so far so good" and i got into the car. i got there about 5 mins early and i walked around a while. soon, we all had to assemble. I WAS LOST! where the hell was my class?? so i just walked slowly to the field and i saw my good ol classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we sang the anthem, the school song, and recited the pledge. after that, we were broken into our respective houses. everything was STILL goin okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking to the stands, i met joachim. "i thought you were sick", he said. well, ive always been sick, but i said i was just exempted from sports.then he suddenly went into panic and was like "i cannot find a reserve" or something along those lines. whoopie. my great day rating was slowly going down. he said nevermind as there was still a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked up to near the top and i met up with scott and terrence. terrence was like listening to music, so he was just sitting there. scott and i started talking about the events. "oh, you have to pace yourself""you must run slowly at first""you can only sprint at the last part" and more such suggestions came up. he decided to be my reserve so everything went according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, the worst thing that could have happened happened! the freakin sun came up and it was burning my beautiful skin. "the shade should come back in about and hour" i said, smiling cheerily. however, the hour became two hours, and it suddenly became very very hot. i think i was sweating more than the runners and all i was doing was sitting down! i OBVIOUSLY became very thirsty but i didnt bring any water. then our dear friends from the SSVP came along to save my soul. they had water! i took out my wallet and wanted to buy a few bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"coupon?"they asked. WTF?! where the hell did "coupon" come from? then i remembered. PEARL ONG had it. curse her. shes starting to irritate me. she said earlier," if you are hungry or thirsty, find me, ill give you the coupons" find her?! how the hell am i supposed to find her when we were not supposed to leave our respective stands?? i grumbled and returned to my "seat" which was clearly getting dirtier by the minute, with all the litter and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was still up, i still had no water, and i was gettin bored. then, something struck me. WHERE THE HELL WAS LOWKAYMING?! he owes me like 65 bucks. i started cursing under my breath and then i remembered something. i brought my DS! salvation!!(btw... DS stands for Developer's System and not Dual Screen like what majority of you think. Nintendo announced so) I switched it on, smiling. bye bye boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I COULDNT SEE ANYTHIN! stupid sun! the glare was so... glarey that i couldnt see what was on the screen. i just sat there and tried to sleep, and time went by pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "awoke" only to see the sun still laughin in my face. it wasnt so bright anymore, however, so i whipped out my DS and HOORAY i can see!!! so i decided to play KH:CoM as i was trying to find decent Diamond Dusts. none came by. nevermind, my deck is now invincible, as all the attack cards are nine. about 20+ of em. i've maxed out hp, and just for the record, im lvl 96!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways Buckley, my house, won the...something and i walked out of the stadium. HOW THE HELL do i get home?!?! so i thought for a minute and i had a flashback. i remember seeing a mrt station!=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WALKED all the way to the mrt station and went to kembangan. then i took a bus and got home. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, TAYLOR IS THE NEXT AMERICAN IDOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114439901269686701?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114439901269686701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114439901269686701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114439901269686701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114439901269686701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/sports-carnival-nonono-funfair.html' title='sports carnival. nonono funfair'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114396794285187047</id><published>2006-04-02T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:52:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i promise</title><content type='html'>Announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is evidence that I Promise to never ever make such a prayer again. I Promise. I will never break it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114396794285187047?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114396794285187047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114396794285187047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114396794285187047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114396794285187047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-promise.html' title='i promise'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114390048063214254</id><published>2006-04-01T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:08:01.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored. no arielle to chat with.</title><content type='html'>sigh. after doing the previous post that i made a few minutes ago, i got quickly bored. i think its in my character. i get bored easily. well not saying that i WANT to be bored or anything. it just comes with entertainment. or the lack of it, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make things worse arielle's not online to chat with me!=( shes me msn buddy, u see. well dats wat she said anyway. eh. no one of interest is online. Mitch? who wants to chat wif &lt;em&gt;him? &lt;/em&gt;alexus? &lt;strong&gt;boring!&lt;/strong&gt;. okay i was just kidding. im juz not interested in chatting wif both of em. or anyone online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. my ds failed to entertain me. wat shud i do??!??! ah i know!!stickpage! yeah. but then i cant really play stickpage while blogging. maybe i can. wait. no i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh this aint helping. gonna play stickpage now. hmm demonic defence 4 sounds fun. *desperate for entertainment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twistertorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114390048063214254?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114390048063214254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114390048063214254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114390048063214254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114390048063214254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/bored-no-arielle-to-chat-with.html' title='bored. no arielle to chat with.'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114389681454109032</id><published>2006-04-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:06:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh kewl</title><content type='html'>eh. damn. i dunno how to get a bgm. crap. dats very important!! argh the Dearly Beloved sounds soooo nice but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i guess im too stupid to make it my bgm. anyways, i did up the blog template a lil, and yeah it looks a bit better IMO. (for those unaware, &lt;strong&gt;IMO&lt;/strong&gt; stands for &lt;strong&gt;in my opinion&lt;/strong&gt; whereas&lt;strong&gt; IMHO&lt;/strong&gt; stands for &lt;strong&gt;in my honest opinion&lt;/strong&gt;. but then again, if u didnt noe this, u shudnt be here! u arent worthy!! shoo! shoo!!..............April Fools!err nvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well today i had the first GOOD catechism lesson in a while. Well, what happened was, we were assigned to groups of 2 or more people, and in that group, write a letter to some darling Elect that we do not even know, and even say that we have been praying for him/her for sometime. sounds like fun? &lt;strong&gt;hell yeah it was!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to me, anyway. the other people dont know how to have fun--always so serious. BORING! anyways i made a complete mockery of the letter i a nice way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had most of the vital points but it was shielded by load of crap. if u wanted to noe, the ratio of crap to actual holiness was 5:1. great numbers. but the best numbers so far are &lt;strong&gt;4 8 15 16 23 42&lt;/strong&gt;(if u dun noe wat im talking abt, u arent worthy of being here... april fools again!................ .... ... .. . . . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my letter should give the Elect i wrote to, a certain Bessie &lt;strong&gt;Low&lt;/strong&gt;, a little of a brain twister for a while, needing to search thru the rubbish to find the words of gold. hope she has fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we were given sheets of paper. 1 for each group. guess what? stations of the cross. funfunfun. we then had to write a nice lil prayer for the class. 14 prayers written by teens? funfunfun times two. anyways i wrote a nice lil prayer and i was proud if it. very proud. for details, please find daryl ho ji yi, of marg benedict cheong tuck fai. i do not wish to broadcast my prayer on the web for......&lt;em&gt;security&lt;/em&gt; reasons. yeah. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to stand for wat seemed like forever, repeating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We adore you O Christ and we bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because by your  holy cross you have redeemed the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt say dat it was all exciting and interesting, because it wasnt! yeah. i hope my prayer brightened up the Stations. it was like from the heart and watnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna go edit this stinkhole of a blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twistertorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114389681454109032?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114389681454109032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114389681454109032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114389681454109032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114389681454109032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/heh-kewl.html' title='heh kewl'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114381870398678625</id><published>2006-03-31T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:29:27.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long story short?nope,long story longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5133/2573/320/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! After about 45 minutes of hopeful editing, my blog is now as it is.(The long time is due to my little experience =)) I am pretty proud of myself, as I never thought I had it in my power to do this. I can honestly say I am satisfied=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i would like to talk about the Acies last week! Yes, pretty late, but due to certain house rules... my blogging has been restricted to weekends. Or perhaps during Music lesson in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;10:00AM&lt;/strong&gt; on the 25th of March, I woke up. Being so early, I was dreadfully tired. To add to my troubles, my cough had not gotten any better. Freakin germs. I was amazed I could actually stand being awake so early. I got dressed, &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; bathing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what I did and suddenly, it was 11 o clock! Tadah! Anyways, Mark came over to my house, and we chatted a while(boring chat though. It's MARK we're talking about here) till about 11.20am. Then I asked Mark to call Ben, as I was taking my medication, or for those vocabulary declined, medicine. We agreed to meet at Kembangan MRT at 11.30 &lt;strong&gt;sharp&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a walk, Mark and I reached Kembangan and we waited for Ben. I took a look at a few... paper thingies, leaflets or brochures, I am unsure. Suddenly, Ben appeared behind me, wearing a red Bossini T-Shirt. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOHDOHDOHDOHDOHDOHDOH!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Legion's colour is red. Oh well. We waited for the train, got on, boring story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived 1 hour early and decided to have Macs. I had the Chicken Fan-tastic whereas Mark and Ben had the Beef counterparts. Ben hated it and immediately began cursing the burger quality once we left. He decided to have another Zinger to go, as he was still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the MRT station, Yishun, and I bought a couple bottles of water. 35cents for one. What a bargain! Either that, or I have been scammed throughout my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip some parts here...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(about 10 mins worth of life later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Our Lady Star of the Sea church. It looked kinda old on the outside, and it was&lt;em&gt; supposed&lt;/em&gt; to look like a ship. Whatever happened to that? We stepped in and made our way up to... some room. With air con. We breathed a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of us, Ben, Mark, Low, Dannel, Solo, Steven and I(perhaps I missed out some) realised that we were late for Curia and they were already saying the Rosary, we scurried quickly to any seats we could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a usual Curia meeting, followed by a 30 min break, then Acies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we had our Acies was quite small, and it didn't really seem like a place to celebrate mass, but there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; an altar and tabernacle so it had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down for a while, and suddenly, BRYAN POPPED UP out of nowhere. We changed seats many many times, and we finally found an appropriate seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the mass started, guess what? Another Rosary. Can't complain. It is an Acies after all. Although twice a day kinda hurt my mind a little. A hundred Hail Marys. A bit to much for me to handle. We had mass followed by the renewal of vows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to queue up, and, in pairs say " I am all yours, my Queen, my Mother, and all that I have is yours"with one hand on the... Vexillium, I believe it's spelt. I switched to the girls' side to hopefully pair up with one of my friends. A bold decision, I must admit, but to no avail. We were not consistent so I switched back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vexillium looks like the thing in the picture at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say more, but it seems real long so I shall end your suffering and stop.......................................here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twistertorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114381870398678625?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114381870398678625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114381870398678625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114381870398678625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114381870398678625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-story-shortnopelong-story-longer.html' title='long story short?nope,long story longer'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114335807008533889</id><published>2006-03-26T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:49:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awww crap</title><content type='html'>okay, this blog looks like &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;. how the hell do you edit it =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...looks like i gotta learn on my own then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap how do u put the tag thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damndamndamn. this is harder than i thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google news is one of my links.... you cant get worst than that. nuh uh. no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-twistertorn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114335807008533889?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114335807008533889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114335807008533889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114335807008533889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114335807008533889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/03/awww-crap.html' title='awww crap'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</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-24758675.post-114335739344920303</id><published>2006-03-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:16:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings =)</title><content type='html'>er. hi =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758675-114335739344920303?l=notjustthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/feeds/114335739344920303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758675&amp;postID=114335739344920303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114335739344920303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758675/posts/default/114335739344920303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notjustthis.blogspot.com/2006/03/greetings.html' title='greetings =)'/><author><name>twistertorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12065885144070850306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
