<?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-8857401676639950717</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:56:27.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grace glides on blistered feet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-4353305452209902824</id><published>2008-11-29T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:58:40.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Yesterday was rather creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all started with a simple walk around the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got bored. My brother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to explore the other side of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... we walked into this creepy lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two tail-less cats. Omg so spooky la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we err, backed away from the cats and into another alleyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, then saw a creepy red-haired old lady. Walking towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back, saw the cats. One white one grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grey one KEPT STARING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we turned around, kept walking, thinking, "cat go away please please please I promise never to eat cats ever again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooooo. Cat follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scampers forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 metre away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had green eyes. It was using those spooky green eyes to keep staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super duper extremely scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: I think we should run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah okay run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RUUUUUUUUUUUN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHHAHA. Scary la! Stupid tail-less cats and creepy old ladies. Oh and then, we were walking along the main street, looked into one of the side lanes and saw that freaking old lady. We got freaked and ran across the street with cars honking at us hahahhahahaa. Funnyyy. But scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA OKAY ENOUGH OF OUR MISADVENTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 246px; height: 362px;" alt="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e jea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lous, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay fine don't be. Cos I watched it online and the quality sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the movie itself sucked too. How disappointing ):&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't even a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;limax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that was because I was watching with crap quality and thus could not identify it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, Edward wasn't hot enough. But oh well. He'll just have to do I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgomgomgomgomgomg, Jasper and Carlisle were soooo hot. AHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee I love Jaspyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 145px;" alt="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a376/avrilroxx828/jasper.jpg" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a376/avrilroxx828/jasper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LISLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 155px; height: 217px;" alt="http://content6.flixster.com/question/54/48/00/5448004_std.jpg" src="http://content6.flixster.com/question/54/48/00/5448004_std.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 156px; height: 213px;" alt="http://www.freewebs.com/vampires-are-forever/Carisle.jpg" src="http://www.freewebs.com/vampires-are-forever/Carisle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Emmett &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;too! He's ahh-dorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 161px; height: 240px;" alt="http://www.elkevents.com/ectalk.jpg" src="http://www.elkevents.com/ectalk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 158px; height: 203px;" alt="http://i28.tinypic.com/15zmkhj.png" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/15zmkhj.png" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Alice! Haha! She's too cute. Her voice! It's like a little kiddie's! Omg omg! So cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 147px; height: 147px;" alt="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2112788415_6e8b130a91_o.jpg" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2112788415_6e8b130a91_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 229px;" alt="http://foto.m.onet.pl/_m/80f5a77ceb41767ffb1976d1335d4190,14,19,0.jpg" src="http://foto.m.onet.pl/_m/80f5a77ceb41767ffb1976d1335d4190,14,19,0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But hated Ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;salie. Ugh. NIKKI REED IS UGLAYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-4353305452209902824?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4353305452209902824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=4353305452209902824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/4353305452209902824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/4353305452209902824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/15zmkhj_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-3536376773179889168</id><published>2008-11-28T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:19:16.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE INDIANA JONES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px; height: 302px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="http://www.indianajones4trailer.net/images/indianaJones4Poster2.jpg" src="http://www.indianajones4trailer.net/images/indianaJones4Poster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE SHIA LABEOUF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px; height: 234px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="http://www.topnews.in/light/files/Shia-LaBeouf.jpg" src="http://www.topnews.in/light/files/Shia-LaBeouf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LOVE BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 214px; height: 314px;" alt="http://www.movievice.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/disney-chihuahua.jpg" src="http://www.movievice.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/disney-chihuahua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT A CHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UAHUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 235px; height: 285px;" alt="http://www.dog-breeds-explained.info/images/chihuahua.jpg" src="http://www.dog-breeds-explained.info/images/chihuahua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bwahahhahah. Utterly random! The INDIANA JONES must have been caused by watching the movie at Kumiko-san's house when we were there for dinner. YAY SHIA LABEOUF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a chihuahua! Soooo ah-dorable! That must have been from watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Awww. I wanted Chloe to end up with Delgaro! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't turn back...don't turn back...don't turn back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he turned back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHHAHHA. AWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Went to Jin's school yesterday and the day before. Day before with Yuko-san to tour the school. The students were spasticated. Sadly, no cute boys from the photos. Sigh. They're all just really photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was utterly unintentional. I went there at 3, thinking school must have ended by then. I swear, I only wanted to walk back with my brother and burn fats, but nooooo. School ended at fucking 4, so I waited outside for like 20 mins, then the teachers found me and dragged me in. How embarrassing. Some guy tried talking to me, but all I caught was something like "asa" and something that sounded suspiciously like "my name". Turns out, it was the guy who walks my brother to school every morning. Obviously I didn't recognize him even though I saw him this morning, but I didn't, cos duh! My sense are not yet awake at like 8 in the MORNING. And even more embarrassing, we had to go to the guy's house for dinner that night cos no one would be home to cook for us. Dun dun dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL! And it seems like Japanese girls have never seen a copy of teen vogue before. Kumiko-san and her daughter, Suzuka, were like amazed. They might have been slightly shocked as well. It's like they've never seen ads which use the "sex appeal" element. Oh well. I bet Kei (the guy in the morning) must have been happy. Apparently jap guys are horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-3536376773179889168?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3536376773179889168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=3536376773179889168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/3536376773179889168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/3536376773179889168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-indiana-jones-i-love-shia.html' title=''/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-6802326248803288886</id><published>2008-11-26T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:20:28.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have the urge to watch Twilight and Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very strong urge. This might evolve into an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butbutbut, it's understandable! See, both movies have this magical touch to them. How can you say no to magic! That would be nonsensical. It's like rejecting Disneyland for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild wild wet -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET MY POINT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though Robert Pattison isn't the greatest looking of them all, I'd say he does an alright job. Poor guy though. He faces a lot of criticism *nods solemnly* Kristen Stewart is okay too as well, but I still stand by my original opinion: she doesn't look Bella-ish. To me, at least. Somehow, she looks too cool to be Bella. I imagined Bella to be more feminine and...round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that Edward has always been too hot for me to imagine without reference. Or Robert Pattison would have another critic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, now that I actually do have reference, here are my dream Edward and Bella :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaspard Ulliel! Omg, beyond cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/hwajinsoh/Desktop/gaspard-ulliel.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/hwajinsoh/Desktop/gaspard-ulliel.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/hwajinsoh/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/hwajinsoh/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/hwajinsoh/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/hwajinsoh/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 183px; height: 253px;" alt="http://jeremiahandrews.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/gaspard-ulliel.jpg" src="http://jeremiahandrews.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/gaspard-ulliel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Sturridge. Soooo vampiric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 185px; height: 228px;" alt="http://www.tomsturridge.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/tom_sturridge_bath_1.jpg" src="http://www.tomsturridge.org/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/tom_sturridge_bath_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HENRY CAVILL! He is the picture of perfection. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 178px; height: 230px;" alt="http://www.watchingshowtime.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/henry-cavill.jpg" src="http://www.watchingshowtime.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/henry-cavill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella:&lt;br /&gt;Emily Browning. She is my only choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/hangin-with/pix/emilybrowning.jpg" src="http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/hangin-with/pix/emilybrowning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh. I realize that none of my fantasies will ever come true, since the actors have been set for a very long time, but I cannot help but dreaaaaaaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg. This is what boredom does to people at 1.30am in the morning. I must be going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I NEED TO GET SLEEP. OR I'LL END UP IN A WARD IN WOODBRIDGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-6802326248803288886?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6802326248803288886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=6802326248803288886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6802326248803288886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6802326248803288886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-earthlingsd-i-suddenly-have-urge.html' title=''/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-9130622322791813887</id><published>2008-11-24T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:09:43.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>こにちわ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I can type Japanese. This is awesome. That was konichiwa by the way. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;にほんご。Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;えいご。 English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg this is so freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. So anyway, went out to explore Mameda today with my brother. He kept asking me all this weird questions about how women masturbate. Obviously I was all what the hell, and laughing my ass off :D hilarious. I truly wonder where he gets all these weird ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we walked a lot, went mad a lot (I think the locals think we're nutty) and walked a very very far walk to his school. Stupid school. It was raining some more, so we had to buy &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TRANSPARENT UMBRELLAS&lt;/span&gt; to walk through the rain. I had my first look at a male toilet and he had his first look at a female toilet. (No one was in school, it was a holiday. We sneaked in illegally :D) Since no one was there, and it was really quiet, it was thus very...creepy. I could imagine rotting bodies hidden in the cubicles. Told my brother that and he got super creeped. After that we siddled away from the scary toilets. Said siddle turned into brisk walk. Which turned into RUUUUUUUUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. So we crossed the road and walk walk walk, then we arrived at a graveyard. Japanese graveyards are really cool. At first I didn't believe that it was a graveyard la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Ehh, jie, look, that's the graveyard. I pass by it everyday on the way to school. *points*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHERE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: THERE!!! THE ONE WITH THE STONES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OHHH. THERE. Omg, but it doesn't look like a graveyard. It looks like McGonagall's humongous chess set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess. It does look like a chess set! Really! Cos the tombs are like black and white marble, which look super cool. Seriously. So much nicer than the ones in Singapore or wherever. Anyway we went inside (hey no one said we couldn't) to take a look. Awesome. Now I can say I walked amongst the dead and I wouldn't be lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Every day there's this lady with long black hair and tattered clothes who sweeps the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool. She sounds like a ghost. In horror movies all the females have super long black hair. Some have tattered clothes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey look, I think I see the lady. Omg, yeah, she's there, holding a broom. She's looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: *freezes while trying to open the gate*&lt;br /&gt;         *turns around slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHHA. YOU FUGLY LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we both run for the other gate which we came in from. hahhaha zomg, hilarious. My brother is such a wuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-9130622322791813887?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/9130622322791813887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=9130622322791813887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/9130622322791813887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/9130622322791813887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-i-can-type-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-1086598748208042135</id><published>2008-11-23T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:36:26.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Japanese keyboards are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Hazel is making me do a quiz, and since I have nothing better to do, I shall oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who was the person who tag you?&lt;br /&gt;Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)The relationship between you and him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;senior-junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If he/she becomes ur enemy u will?&lt;br /&gt;spit in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)What will u say to the person whom you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;you're lucky you're in my good books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)The characteristic(s) you love about yourself...&lt;br /&gt;my awesomeness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)The characteristic(s) you hate about yourself...&lt;br /&gt;sorry, I don't hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)For the person you hate,you say&lt;br /&gt;I'd have so many insults I wouldn't know which one to pick and end up not saying anything because it's too troublesome to pick the nicest insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;that I'm an ah-mazing person!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Who do you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;Changes everytime I see a hot guy on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)The person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Pass on this quiz to 10 person. (I'm going to ignore the pass on part and just name people off the top of my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joker&lt;br /&gt;2. Superman&lt;br /&gt;3. Wonderwoman&lt;br /&gt;4. Batman&lt;br /&gt;5. James Bond &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;6. Legolas!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;7. Annakin Skywalker&lt;br /&gt;8. Yoda&lt;br /&gt;9. Pussy Galore&lt;br /&gt;10. Catwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)If no.5 &amp;amp; no.7 were together, What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;James Bond is not gay. And Annakin Skywalker is in love with Queen Something.&lt;br /&gt;The world would end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Who does no.5 likes?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of women. He likes his toys. But he liked Vesper Lynd the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Say something about no.8.&lt;br /&gt;Die, we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Who is no.2&lt;br /&gt;The red cape-wearing man with a big dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Talk about no.3.&lt;br /&gt;The blue cape-wearing woman with big boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Who is no.10's bestie?&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Who is the sexiest person among the 10 of them?&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide. I love Legolas, he is beyond hot. But Pussy Galore and a lot of them are all really sexy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Err. Black? He wears a lot of black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Outwardly yes. But secretly he likes Rachel. But she dies in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)What is ur relationship with no.1?&lt;br /&gt;We both think poker cards are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Is no.5 &amp;amp; no.6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)What is no. 9's sir name?&lt;br /&gt;Galore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)What is no.7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)What do u wish to say to no.8?&lt;br /&gt;Talk right, you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What will you do to help no.9?&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Hello, I like James Bond better than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Who does no.1 admires?&lt;br /&gt;Maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Where does no.1 live?&lt;br /&gt;Gotham City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Does no. 10 knows who u like?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)What do you wish to say when u see no. 6?&lt;br /&gt;Can you make me an Elf too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Who is no.10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Dogman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-1086598748208042135?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1086598748208042135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=1086598748208042135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/1086598748208042135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/1086598748208042135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/japanese-keyboards-are-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-107463730656695270</id><published>2008-11-23T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:31:49.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 minutes</title><content type='html'>In approximately 40 mins I'll be boarding zomg. Sitting in the lounge now. The keyboard is absolutely crappy. Travelling as an unaccompanied minor so far is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this lady who wears these shoes which looks like samsui shoes, so I'm going to call her samsui lady. Anyway she keeps following me around, and vice versa, I have to follow her around. Omg. And she walks super super super duper fast. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO KEEP UP WITH HER. Plus plus plus, everything that happens when she's there is like fastforwarded. I didn't have to queue to clear customs hahahhaa. And everyone is extremely creepily nice to me. Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo, being the awesome splendid fabulous senior I am, I got Hazel and Liane OPI NAIL POLISH! :D I got some for myself too, and my Tessa dearie of course, but this just proves what a thoughtful, sensitive person I am. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, since I am so caring and nice, I owe Felicia and Lorraine and Yingyu presents. And a lot of other people. Sometimes I do curse myself for being so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go all Lindsay Lohan and be a mean girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-107463730656695270?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107463730656695270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=107463730656695270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/107463730656695270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/107463730656695270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/40-minutes.html' title='40 minutes'/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-9118670413914690781</id><published>2008-11-22T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:11:00.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to Japan at 1am tonight (or tomorrow morning) and I still have not finished packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor have I managed to finagle the stupid SIM card out of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor have I decided what nail polish colour I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor have I decided what book to bring on board the plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-9118670413914690781?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/9118670413914690781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=9118670413914690781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/9118670413914690781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/9118670413914690781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-going-to-japan-at-1am-tonight-or.html' title=''/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-8555839023536876136</id><published>2008-11-19T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:44:05.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE, BEYOTCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M. is a bloody bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;M. is a freaking cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;M. is a fugly goose goose goose goose goose goose goose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;M. is a hypocritical piece of shit shit shit shit shit shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;M. is an awful horrible pile of crap crap crap crap crap crap crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;M. is a stinking mountain of horse dung dung dung dung dung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And no I am not referring to James Bond's boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE. DECOMPOSEEEEEEEEE. AEFOWAEHRLBDVFALWEHFS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-8555839023536876136?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8555839023536876136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=8555839023536876136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/8555839023536876136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/8555839023536876136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/die-beyotch.html' title='DIE, BEYOTCH.'/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-6235300185750601335</id><published>2008-11-18T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:05:41.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao, nail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I bring with me bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I BROKE MY NAILLLLL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The blasphemy of it all! How was it possible? My nails were already short enough, no matter what other people say. You could barely even see the white bits. But noooooooooo. So I was kicking houtui and my foot (curse you foot) hit my nail, and bye-bye nail.  It broke into the nail bed and there was blood okay! GRAWHHHHH. Ughlkashearesnfanmrawerus. Pshawwwwwwwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm too aggravated to say anymore. I need to go eat popcorn to dissapitate my crankiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-6235300185750601335?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6235300185750601335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=6235300185750601335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6235300185750601335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6235300185750601335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/ciao-nail.html' title='Ciao, nail.'/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-6606944285558393598</id><published>2008-11-17T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:08:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour, tout le monde</title><content type='html'>It is 9.46 am and I am attempting French homework. Whoopeedoodle. Yay. (sense the sarcasm.) Anyway, here's the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mettez le texte au passé. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Write the text in past tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis à la terrasse d'un café près de l'Opéra. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am at a cafe in the terrace near the Opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il fait très beau. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It is very beautiful.&lt;/span&gt; J'attends une amie. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am waiting for a friend.&lt;/span&gt; Je regarde les passants. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I look at the passersbys&lt;/span&gt;. Il n'y a pas beaucoup de monde. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are not many people.&lt;/span&gt; Soudain, je remarque une femme sur le trottoir d'en face. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suddenly, I notice a woman on the sidewalk opposite.&lt;/span&gt; Le feu passe au vert, puis au rouge et de nouveau au vert, mais elle reste immobile, comme une statue. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The red light passes to green, then to red and to green, but she remains motionless as a statue.&lt;/span&gt; Elle est grande, très pâle et elle semble fatiguée et même exténuée. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is tall, very pale and she seems tired and even exhausted.&lt;/span&gt; Tout à coup, une voiture s'arrête devant elle. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Suddenly, a car stops in front of her.&lt;/span&gt; Un homme sort. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A man.&lt;/span&gt; Il porte une petite valise. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is carrying a small suitcase.&lt;/span&gt; Il est très brun et il a de petites moustaches. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is very brown and has a small moustache.&lt;/span&gt; Il a l'air dangereux. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He has a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dangerous air.&lt;/span&gt; Je suis un peu inquiet. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am a little worried.&lt;/span&gt; Il tend la valise à la dame et il repart tout de suite. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He hands the suitcase to the lady and goes back immediately&lt;/span&gt;. Mais je ne vois pas la suite parce que mon amie arrive, elle m'embrasse et elle s'asseoit en face de moi. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I do not see what happens following because my friend arrives, she embraces me and sits opposite me.&lt;/span&gt; Quand je tourne la tête, la femme n'est plus là. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I turn my head, the woman is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, yay. I finally finished translating it! Hallelujah (: Not the best of English, but it'll suffice. Okay now, for the writing in past tense part. I need my textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai  été à la terrasse d'un café près de l'Opéra. Il a fait très beau. J'ai attends une amie. J'ai regardé les passants. Il n'y a eu pas beaucoup de monde. Soudain, j'ai remarque une femme sur le trottoir d'en face. Le feu passé au vert, puis au rouge et de nouveau au vert, mais elle a reste immobile, comme une statue. Elle a été grande, très pâle et elle a semble fatiguée et même exténuée. Tout à coup, une voiture s'a arrêté devant elle. Un homme sort. Il a porté une petite valise. Il a été très brun et il a eu de petite moustache. Il a eu l'air dangereux. J'ai été un peu inquiet. Il a tend la valise à la dame et il a repart tout de suite. Mais je n'a vois pas la suite parce que mon amie est arrivèe, elle m'ai embrasse et elle s'a asseoit en face de moi. Quand j'ai tourné la tête, la femme n'a été plus là.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES ZOMG. I am finished :D Wheee! I shall now go downstairs to feed myself and the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-6606944285558393598?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6606944285558393598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=6606944285558393598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6606944285558393598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6606944285558393598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/bonjour-tout-le-monde.html' title='Bonjour, tout le monde'/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857401676639950717.post-6616504188453197550</id><published>2008-11-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:04:22.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World (:</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow earthlings, this is Kay Min reporting back to earth. I sincerely hopes that this blog (blog no. 123456, I've lost count.) survives since all the others have died. Unceremoniously, through forgetting of password and username and countless other stupid reasons (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. Seriously. I have nothing to write about. My life isn't that interesting. Except that today I got my second piercing (yayness!). Other than that, nothing remotely exciting happened. My poor baby brother though, it's his birthday today, but he had some weird competition to go to. So no birthday dinner for him. Oh well (: Life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's midnight and I am going to sleep. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8857401676639950717-6616504188453197550?l=twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6616504188453197550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8857401676639950717&amp;postID=6616504188453197550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6616504188453197550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8857401676639950717/posts/default/6616504188453197550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twirlwhirlhurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world.html' title='Hello World (:'/><author><name>the show must go on</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14761868285528052393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
