<?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-6287077338921762286</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:50:57.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- ✖ i br.eak rul.es; just to start sh!t ✖ -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-4359406534739674652</id><published>2009-06-01T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:51:16.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork = Halal ?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SiP4BgBiDYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kDVBG1cws54/s1600-h/babai-halal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SiP4BgBiDYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kDVBG1cws54/s320/babai-halal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342386287651458434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L-M-A-O!. If it's non-halal, there's no way U can turn it the other way around. SWT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4359406534739674652?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4359406534739674652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4359406534739674652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4359406534739674652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4359406534739674652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/06/pork-halal.html' title='Pork = Halal ?.'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SiP4BgBiDYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kDVBG1cws54/s72-c/babai-halal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-8664259886048219371</id><published>2009-05-24T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:43:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will update . . . soon~ =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-8664259886048219371?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8664259886048219371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=8664259886048219371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8664259886048219371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8664259886048219371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-update.html' title=''/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-2154824031362420877</id><published>2009-04-25T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:11:50.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye-candying eye-candies! xD</title><content type='html'>Last night, I watched Exploring of the Human Body; from 2:30pm - 5:30am = 15hours. Not 15hours straight but I had my lunch, high tea, dinner and supper in my room while watching them. You can consider it as 15hours straight, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Explorers_of_the_Human_Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SfJ7GImkX3I/AAAAAAAAADs/XqE_XJeu5XQ/s1600-h/c633549bc56880_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SfJ7GImkX3I/AAAAAAAAADs/XqE_XJeu5XQ/s320/c633549bc56880_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328456654451400562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was addictive; because of cuties (Super Junior members).&lt;br /&gt;/me can't believe that he just said that SuJu members are cute. L-M-A-O ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SfJ7FzSD75I/AAAAAAAAADk/HWes8vHymQA/s1600-h/super-junior1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SfJ7FzSD75I/AAAAAAAAADk/HWes8vHymQA/s320/super-junior1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328456648728244114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the show was pretty interesting and I learned a lot. Sadly, the show only aired for one season but I had fun. Wheeeeeeeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-2154824031362420877?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2154824031362420877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=2154824031362420877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2154824031362420877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2154824031362420877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/eye-candying-eye-candies-xd.html' title='Eye-candying eye-candies! xD'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SfJ7GImkX3I/AAAAAAAAADs/XqE_XJeu5XQ/s72-c/c633549bc56880_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-1158051189434840936</id><published>2009-04-23T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:28:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 7</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Lil and Anoop. I never liked Anoop. He's . . . !@#$%^&amp;amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird to see Allison in the bottom 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having said that, she's next. Why? Next week is Jazz Week.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Kris are good at it. Adam is shockingly good at everything.&lt;br /&gt;For Danny Gokey, . . . well, he's . . . He's adorable and everybody likes him especially Paula (sucky). I don't like his voice and I don't want him to become the next Idol because David Cook has the same tone (almost). 2 Winners with the same voice tone? *shakes head*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I'd prefer to see Danny G get voted off before Allison. That would be f*cktastic! xD&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Better stop now. I need to clean up my roooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!~ *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-1158051189434840936?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1158051189434840936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=1158051189434840936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1158051189434840936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1158051189434840936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-7.html' title='Top 7'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-5550008977738593748</id><published>2009-04-23T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:28:35.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy S!</title><content type='html'>I desperately need someone to clean up my room.&lt;br /&gt;M.E.S.S.Y! I want to take some pics and put them in but I'm kinda embarrass. L-O-L. (but I think I should. O.o")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Se_pIDCSzGI/AAAAAAAAADU/v7vVpn0QtuU/s1600-h/04232009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Se_pIDCSzGI/AAAAAAAAADU/v7vVpn0QtuU/s320/04232009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327733208665738338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Se_pIX9n-bI/AAAAAAAAADc/GzKJtO-102Q/s1600-h/04232009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Se_pIX9n-bI/AAAAAAAAADc/GzKJtO-102Q/s320/04232009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327733214283299250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to clean up my room~ I need something to restore my energy and hardworkingness (hardworkingness? now that's not a word isn't it?! xD)&lt;br /&gt;I better start cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;"Maraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-5550008977738593748?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5550008977738593748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=5550008977738593748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5550008977738593748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5550008977738593748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-s.html' title='Lazy S!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Se_pIDCSzGI/AAAAAAAAADU/v7vVpn0QtuU/s72-c/04232009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-1307884893628907837</id><published>2009-04-23T03:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:53:00.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Effin' Sick!</title><content type='html'>http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is sick! I feel sorry for those animals. Those animals don't deserve to be treated like that. Say N.O to F.U.R!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-1307884893628907837?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1307884893628907837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=1307884893628907837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1307884893628907837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1307884893628907837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-amazing-sick.html' title='This Is Effin&apos; Sick!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-3130350217113718431</id><published>2009-04-20T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:19:35.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;W</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Men are from Mars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Women are effin' Morons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-3130350217113718431?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3130350217113718431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=3130350217113718431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3130350217113718431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3130350217113718431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/m.html' title='M&amp;amp;W'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-1999303882135077236</id><published>2009-04-18T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:48:14.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made my day; in a way!</title><content type='html'>"You guys are A******* yeah? I feel bad for ya because you get all sorts of shit half-celebrities that never get famous worldwide, I'm guessing anyway cos I never even heard of these J**** B******* lol. Oh and I think M*** D***** must be a little kid or something that's the only explanation I can come up with." [quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best post reply I've ever seen. It made my day. L-O-L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-1999303882135077236?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1999303882135077236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=1999303882135077236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1999303882135077236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1999303882135077236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/made-my-day-in-way.html' title='Made my day; in a way!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-4673411104097521556</id><published>2009-04-18T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:49:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heat is T-M-T-H!</title><content type='html'>Dang it's H.O.T (Highly-Overrated-Temperature) outside.&lt;br /&gt;The heat is T-M-T-H!.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's like 40 deg or maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it's snowing outside. L-O-L.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not going to happen. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I live in Malaysia. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Sel22gg_MNI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z2R1MOowCS4/s1600-h/04182009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Sel22gg_MNI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z2R1MOowCS4/s320/04182009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325918713155629266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4673411104097521556?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4673411104097521556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4673411104097521556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4673411104097521556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4673411104097521556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/heat-is-t-m-t-h.html' title='The Heat is T-M-T-H!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/Sel22gg_MNI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z2R1MOowCS4/s72-c/04182009%28005%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-3501292857031131331</id><published>2009-04-17T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:32:00.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought they're going to use it on someone like Danny or Allison!</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; the judges saved Matt G!&lt;br /&gt;gee~&lt;br /&gt;What a total shocker.&lt;br /&gt;And I really really really hope that next week, Danny G, please please please be in the bottom 2!&lt;br /&gt;(like that really really really going to happen. E you're an Ediot!)&lt;br /&gt;L-O-L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-3501292857031131331?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3501292857031131331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=3501292857031131331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3501292857031131331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3501292857031131331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-thought-theyre-going-to-use-it-on.html' title='I thought they&apos;re going to use it on someone like Danny or Allison!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-8171542004929362571</id><published>2009-04-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:31:26.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are from Earth &amp; Women are from Earth, D.E.A.L.W.I.T.H.I.T!.</title><content type='html'>Men Rules!.&lt;br /&gt;Please note. These are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one:Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of them makes you sad or angry, then we meant the "other one "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle, besides we know you will bring it up again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine...really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women Rules!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Call.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Never tape any of her body parts together.&lt;br /&gt;4. If guys' night out is going to be fun, invite the girls.&lt;br /&gt;5. If guys' night out is going to involve strippers, remember the zoo rules: No Petting.&lt;br /&gt;6. The correct answer to "Do I look fat?" is never, ever "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;7. Ditto for "Is she prettier than me?"&lt;br /&gt;8. Victoria's Secret is good. Frederick's of Hollywood is bad.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ordering for her is good. Telling her what she wants is bad.&lt;br /&gt;10. Being attentive is good. Stalking is bad.&lt;br /&gt;11. "Honey", "Darling", and "Sweetheart" are good. "Nag", "Lardass", and "Bitch" are bad.&lt;br /&gt;12. Talking is good. Shouting is bad. Slapping is a felony.&lt;br /&gt;13. A grunt is seldom an acceptable answer to any question.&lt;br /&gt;14. None of your ex-girlfriends were ever nicer, prettier, or better in bed.&lt;br /&gt;15. Her cooking is excellent.&lt;br /&gt;16. That isn't an excuse for you to avoid cooking.&lt;br /&gt;17. Dishsoap is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;18. Hat does not equal shower, aftershave does not equal soap, and warm does not equal clean.&lt;br /&gt;19. Buying her dinner does not equal foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;20. Answering "Who was that on the phone?" with "Nobody" is never going to end that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;21. Ditto for "Whose lipstick is this?"&lt;br /&gt;22. Two words: clean socks.&lt;br /&gt;23. Believe it or not, you're probably not more attractive when you're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;24. Burping is not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;25. You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;26. You're sorry.&lt;br /&gt;27. She is probably less impressed by your discourse on your cool car than you think she is.&lt;br /&gt;28. Ditto for your discourse on football.&lt;br /&gt;29. Ditto for your ability to jump up and hit any awning in a single bound.&lt;br /&gt;30. "Will you marry me?" is good. "Let's shack up together" is bad.&lt;br /&gt;31. Don't assume PMS is the cause for every bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't assume PMS doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;33. No means No. Yes means Yes. Silence could mean anything she feels like at that particular moment in time, and it could change without notice.&lt;br /&gt;34. "But, we kiss..." is not justification for using her toothbrush. You don't clean plaque with your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;35. Never let her walk anywhere alone after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;36. Chivalry and feminism are NOT mutually exclusive.&lt;br /&gt;37. Pick her up at the airport. Don't whine about it, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;38. If you want to break up with her, break up with her. Don't act like a complete jerk until she does it for you.&lt;br /&gt;39. Don't tell her you love her if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;40. Tell her you love her if you do. Often.&lt;br /&gt;41. Always, always suck up to her brother.&lt;br /&gt;42. Think boxers.&lt;br /&gt;43. Silk boxers.&lt;br /&gt;44. Remember Valentine's Day, and any cheesy "anniversary" she so-names.&lt;br /&gt;45. Don't try to change the way she dresses.&lt;br /&gt;46. Her haircut is never bad.&lt;br /&gt;47. Don't let your friends pick on her.&lt;br /&gt;48. Call.&lt;br /&gt;49. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;50. The rules are never fair. Accept this without question. The fact that she has to go through labor while you sit in the waiting room on your ass smoking cigars isn't fair either, and it balances everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source: email, original unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-8171542004929362571?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8171542004929362571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=8171542004929362571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8171542004929362571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8171542004929362571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/men-are-from-earth-women-are-from-earth.html' title='Men are from Earth &amp;amp; Women are from Earth, D.E.A.L.W.I.T.H.I.T!.'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-4195764331129190046</id><published>2009-04-15T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:30:25.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Laws. P.S. Are they?</title><content type='html'>International.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Law in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;- It is illegal to leave your house if you are not wearing underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Law in Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;- Cars whose license plates end with a 1 or 2 are not allowed on the roads on Monday, 3 or 4 on Tuesday, 5 or 6 on Wednesday, 7 or 8 on Thursday, and 9 or 0 on Friday from 7:00 A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Laws in Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;- It is illegal to flush the toilet after 10 P.&lt;br /&gt;- Clothes may not be hung to dry on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- You may not wash your car on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Laws in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;- As it is considered pornographic, you may not walk around your home nude.&lt;br /&gt;- It is illegal to pee in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Laws in United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;- Those wishing to purchase a television must also buy a license.&lt;br /&gt;- It is illegal for a lady to eat chocolates on a public conveyance.&lt;br /&gt;- Any boy under the age of 10 may not see a naked mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Law in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;- A man may be arrested for wearing a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Law in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;- It is illegal to wear hot pink pants after midday Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Laws in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;- You may not pay for a fifty-cent item with only pennies.&lt;br /&gt;- You may never use dice to play craps.&lt;br /&gt;- It’s illegal to climb trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Laws in China.&lt;br /&gt;- You may only have one child, or you will have to pay a fine.&lt;br /&gt;- To go to college you must be intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Law in Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;- Attempt to escape from prison is not illegal, however, if one he is caught he is required to serve out the remainder of his term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Law in France.&lt;br /&gt;- Between the hours of 8AM and 8PM, 70% of music on the radio must be by French artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Laws in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;- Bicycles may not ridden without a license.&lt;br /&gt;- If you have been maintaining an illegal radio station for five or more years, the station becomes legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumblaws.com/laws/united-states/alabama" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.dumblaws.com/la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ws/united-states/alabama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. read for yourself. there are way too many laws in the US. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4195764331129190046?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4195764331129190046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4195764331129190046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4195764331129190046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4195764331129190046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/dumb-laws-ps-are-they.html' title='Dumb Laws. P.S. Are they?'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-8432762730729773884</id><published>2009-04-14T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:29:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women can . . . but men are called gay if they do what women do!.</title><content type='html'>Women can do anything men can do, but men are called gay if they do many of the things women do!.&lt;br /&gt;1) Women can hold hands but when men do that people automatically assume that they are gay.&lt;br /&gt;2) Women can kiss each other on the cheek but only gay men do that.(Not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women can but not men!.&lt;br /&gt;1) Women can go to strip clubs and rub all over men and nothing happens. Men can do that but will end up in jail.&lt;br /&gt;2) Women can wear men's clothes and still look hot, but if men wear women's clothes, they just look ridiculous.(I don't think men would really wanna do this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can but not women!.&lt;br /&gt;1) Pee standing up (L-O-L)&lt;br /&gt;2) Grow beards and mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is L.A.M.E!. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-8432762730729773884?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8432762730729773884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=8432762730729773884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8432762730729773884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8432762730729773884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-can-but-men-are-called-gay-if.html' title='Women can . . . but men are called gay if they do what women do!.'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-6953363693036670186</id><published>2009-04-13T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:28:50.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Models was stupid but I enjoyed it!. L-O-L</title><content type='html'>Danny Donahue: "Drugs. Why do kids take drugs? Because they're awesome?. No, maybe they just understand that life is pain and if you smoke something or take a pill it will go away for awhile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Donahue: "People say embrace life. Enjoy life. Just do it. Live it. Rock it. F.U.C.K I.T because life is horrible. You know I may not be so happy go lucky but I'm a realist! Get ready to have your dreams dashed kids because nothing is going to work out the way you think it's going to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth: "The sun is shining but you have lost the ability to take any joy in life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeler: "Do people ever tell you you're a dick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Shields: "Sounds gay."&lt;br /&gt;Augie Farks: "No, no! There's girls."&lt;br /&gt;Wheeler: "Girls can be gay"&lt;br /&gt;Augie Farks: "If by gay you mean the old English definition of fun, enjoyable and carefree then yes, it's extremely gay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayle Sweeny: "Well well well. If it isn't Mr. Bullshit and Dr I'm Full Of Shit!"&lt;br /&gt;Wheeler: "And what where we are full of shit?"&lt;br /&gt;Danny Donahue: "And which one of us has the PHD?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-6953363693036670186?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6953363693036670186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=6953363693036670186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6953363693036670186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6953363693036670186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/role-models-was-stupid-but-i-enjoyed-it.html' title='Role Models was stupid but I enjoyed it!. L-O-L'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-2404477597959093229</id><published>2009-04-12T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:27:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If it's dead, just walk away"</title><content type='html'>Situation 1&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend (new and OR old but suddenly you think he/she's interesting) that you like and you want to get click with but he/she doesn't towards you? And you tried to keep your so called "friendship" alive (by doing A &amp;amp; B or more) but still the same in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) you asked him/her out (casual hang out) several times but the answer is still "not interested"?&lt;br /&gt;B) sms, phone calls, comments on FS/MS/FB but no reply? (or maybe he/she did reply but with only the answers to your questions but no questions from him/her to keep the conversation "alive", . . . you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g.&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey how are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;B: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;A: What are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;B: Not much. Trying to finish up my maths assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't like maths. Never good at it.&lt;br /&gt;B: L-O-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;A: Buddy. I've got to go now. I'll talk to you later. Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;B: Thanks, you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ??????????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;??????????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder if B is afraid that if he/she asks questions, he/she might go to hell or die the next day?!.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even worse, monologue/a one-way conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g.&lt;br /&gt;A: you like to play the guitar? me too~&lt;br /&gt;B: *somewhere, . . . "dead"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: I love your blog. Very interesting and useful. Keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;Saying "thank you" won't harm/kill you; that's what B should have said but&lt;br /&gt;B: *somewhere, . . . "dead"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had that "someone"/crush you can't stop thinking about and you've tried almost everything to make him/her like you the way that you like him/her but failed miserably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.1. What if one day you end up in one of those conversations BUT that someone is someone you knew quite well? your BF/BFF? (been there)&lt;br /&gt;My answer? *Ouch* but "I Can Live With That!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2. you can't force someone to like/love you. but what can you do when everything you do, all you can think is him/her? and you feel like you MUST HAVE him/her or else, "it's the end of the world"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Should you STOP TRYING&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GIVE UP ON THINGS THAT MAKE YOU SMILE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;"If it's dead, don't go digging it up every 5 minutes to check if there's a pulse. It's dead, walk away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖ Please excuse my en-noobness!. ✖&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-2404477597959093229?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2404477597959093229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=2404477597959093229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2404477597959093229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2404477597959093229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-its-dead-just-walk-away.html' title='&quot;If it&apos;s dead, just walk away&quot;'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-6027733067131036007</id><published>2009-04-06T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:26:37.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Sleep~ Sorta Kinda Ish!. L-O-L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1547445&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=149631930045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=149631930045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2689/219/82/532191508/n532191508_1547445_2793548.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep! Haaaaaaaih~ Baru je menguap but tak rase mengantuk!. Odd? No. Weird!. xD&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu Mr.Sun bangun but dia lambat. I think the pic above is quite nice without him but it'd look much better if Mr.Sun was there..&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-6027733067131036007?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6027733067131036007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=6027733067131036007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6027733067131036007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6027733067131036007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-sleep-sorta-kinda-ish-l-o-l.html' title='I Can&apos;t Sleep~ Sorta Kinda Ish!. L-O-L'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-1700619154348910666</id><published>2009-04-06T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:24:39.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is Funnest A Word?"</title><content type='html'>What is the funnest sport that you got to play in P.E. class?&lt;br /&gt;- Is funnest a word? O.o". Most fun would be N.O.N.E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever known anyone who was homeless?&lt;br /&gt;- Fortunately no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch movies with the subtitles on?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes if it requires, vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a treehouse when you were younger?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports: Would you rather watch them or play them?&lt;br /&gt;- Play them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a journalist, what types of stories would you want to cover?&lt;br /&gt;- Supernatural, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think American Idol is rigged?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever participated in any type of medical study?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe humans should have the option to be euthanized?&lt;br /&gt;- euthanized? what's that? (can't find the meaning online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken a road trip with no destination in mind?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give good directions?&lt;br /&gt;- If I know where is it at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when I say the word 'lumberjack'?&lt;br /&gt;- Jack The Scarecrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lied about your weight? Why?&lt;br /&gt;- No why? because I'm not a girl! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to do the Macarena?&lt;br /&gt;- Ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tripped over one of your pets?&lt;br /&gt;- L-O-L no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been stuffed into your locker?&lt;br /&gt;- Man, I'm big!. I don't think I can fit into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make another person blush easily?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about the way your parents raised you?&lt;br /&gt;- More strict in an understandable way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to look perfect before you go out to the store?&lt;br /&gt;- Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your state's motto?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't take notes on that kinda things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any holidays that you feel are completely pointless?&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays before continuing study? My holidays to be exact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to work with one or both of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you mastered the plastic guitar yet (Rock Band, Guitar Hero)?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one cause you know you'll ALWAYS support?&lt;br /&gt;- Errr~ :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What animals creep you out?&lt;br /&gt;- Cockroaches definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done a walk/run for a charity or similar cause?&lt;br /&gt;- I had once in 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the smell of gasoline?&lt;br /&gt;- Ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a piggyback ride?&lt;br /&gt;- When I was a lil' kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever owned or used a telescope?&lt;br /&gt;- Owned = No , Used = Yes; science class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to see or witness certain phenomenons to believe them?&lt;br /&gt;- No. That's why we go to school? or that's why John Logie Baird invented the TV so we could learn some on TV? or maybe that's why there's religion to support your beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know/remember what Shrinky-Dinks are?&lt;br /&gt;- Dinks who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk to store clerks like you know them?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your town, are a lot of stores closed on Sundays?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't sure. I'm not sure! L-O-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dislike song remixes?&lt;br /&gt;- Some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you hula-hooped?&lt;br /&gt;- 2wo years ago maybe why? You want to ask me out on a hula-hoop date? xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played Magic: The Gathering?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on role playing games?&lt;br /&gt;- Fun if you get the role you like? Sucky if you get the role you didn't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get an adrenaline rush just from watching videos of roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;- No. I prefer to ride it to feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like watching shows that deal with forensics?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think paranormal investigators are full of it?&lt;br /&gt;- Full of it? what? "it"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to have a bachelor/bachelorette party before you get married?&lt;br /&gt;- We (Malaysian) don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been texted by mistake and played along &amp;amp; acted like you knew them?&lt;br /&gt;- No because I usually ignore John Doe's no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a name tattooed on you?&lt;br /&gt;-  Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah tattoos are lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have unnatural colored eyes, what color(s) would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;- black and white ish xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;- some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite late night talk show host?&lt;br /&gt;- Adlin Aman Ramli : Jangan Tidur Lagi = L-M-A-O. None. I don't watch late night talk show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your parents dress like they're years younger? Does it gross you out?&lt;br /&gt;- No to both q's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who Seth MacFarlane is?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you try on clothes in dressing rooms and take pictures?&lt;br /&gt;- No. That's L.A.M.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a band you can't stop listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- SS501&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-1700619154348910666?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1700619154348910666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=1700619154348910666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1700619154348910666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/1700619154348910666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-funnest-word.html' title='&quot;Is Funnest A Word?&quot;'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-5181507330027050146</id><published>2009-04-06T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:25:44.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's watching over me, . . . ish!</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a "something". I was sweating and I woke up several times. It wasn't a nightmare. Or maybe it was. Kot. Hahahahaha. Ape yang aku ingat, setiap kali aku terjaga, aku kena tengok kat tempat aku gantung seluar belakang pintu. O.o". Maybe . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) someone was watching me (like Edward Cullen did to Bella in Twilight L-O-L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR OR OR OR OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) . . . . . . . . . . . Mr. G? (tsohg, O.o")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I hope that it won't happen again 'cause I can't sleep, . . . ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. maybe late-night sleep for 2wo days affected me, in a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-5181507330027050146?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5181507330027050146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=5181507330027050146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5181507330027050146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5181507330027050146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/someones-watching-over-me-ish.html' title='Someone&apos;s watching over me, . . . ish!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-2148791686196585519</id><published>2009-04-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:24:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Impossible-To-Get-Out-Of-Your-Head Songs</title><content type='html'>20. Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;- "Forever"&lt;br /&gt;-  "Superhuman" (with Keri Hilson)&lt;br /&gt;- "No Air" (with Jordin Sparks)&lt;br /&gt;- "Shawty Get Loose" (with Lil Mama &amp;amp; T-Pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Flo Rida&lt;br /&gt;- "Elevator" (Feat. Timbaland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Estelle&lt;br /&gt;- "American Boy" (Feat. Kanye West)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. T.I.&lt;br /&gt;- "Whatever You Like"&lt;br /&gt;- "Live Your Life" (Feat. Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pink&lt;br /&gt;- "So What"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;- "When I Grow Up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;- "A Milli" / "Lollipop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;- "Take A Bow"&lt;br /&gt;- "Rehab"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Santogold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Vampire Weekend&lt;br /&gt;- "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Q-Tip&lt;br /&gt;- "Gettin' Up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Flight of the Conchords&lt;br /&gt;- "Business Time"&lt;br /&gt;- "Think About It" &lt;br /&gt;- "Bret, You've Got It Going On" &lt;br /&gt;- "Hip-Hopopotamus vs. The Rhymenoceros"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;- "I Kissed A Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. M.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;- "Paper Planes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MGMT&lt;br /&gt;- "Time to Pretend" &lt;br /&gt;- "Kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;- "Womanizer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;- "Love Lockdown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lonely Island&lt;br /&gt;- "Jizz in My Pants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kardinal Offishall&lt;br /&gt;- "Dangerous" (Feat. Akon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;- "Poker Face" &lt;br /&gt;- "Just Dance"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-2148791686196585519?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2148791686196585519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=2148791686196585519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2148791686196585519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2148791686196585519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-impossible-to-get-out-of-your-head.html' title='20 Impossible-To-Get-Out-Of-Your-Head Songs'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-886641719577658657</id><published>2009-04-03T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:23:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer In Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1533725&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=147572905045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=147572905045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2689/219/82/532191508/n532191508_1533725_8023101.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; : ooh~ What a nice weather huh, "like that"?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K~ I edited this pic to make the weather look nice~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1533611&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=147572905045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=147572905045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2689/219/82/532191508/n532191508_1533611_5007650.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Now, this is what it looked like at 2:45pm today,"like that". (belakang rumah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak last week "like that", cuaca hot crazy~ And for today, I was like in Hell No.7. I can't stop sweating "like that". But I think mostly, it's my fault. 'Cause I'm bangangly wearing my grey sweatshirt. Yaaaaaaaaaah! Plus, I only opened one of my windows (O.o").&lt;br /&gt;"Aigoo~ E ko sengal! Mane la tak panas, "like that"! L-M-N-O.&lt;br /&gt;Cuaca dah makin teruk. So I guess Earth Hour tak menjadi :X! (la~ la~ la~ la~ la~) Sengal E. I can't blame it on Earth Hour. It was a good effort to help mother earth. :/&lt;br /&gt;So, we should give props for that. x).&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I just hope that the weather won't be like today's weather for every single day onwards.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wonder what it feels like working at F1 circuit with Mrs. Hottie around?!. Sssssstt~ Ooh,that's hawt,"like that"~ O.o"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-886641719577658657?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/886641719577658657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=886641719577658657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/886641719577658657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/886641719577658657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-in-malaysia.html' title='Summer In Malaysia'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-2594464210837462921</id><published>2009-04-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:21:54.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prediction!. (A-I 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;After watching tonight's performances by the contestants on A-I, I was shocked to find out that I fell in like with Kris Allen ^^. &amp;amp; I fell out of like with Allison Iraheta :X!&lt;br /&gt;He's not that bad~ His voice is the kind of voice I usually listen to; you know what I mean. x)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think he's that great. Well, guess I was wrong. x|&lt;br /&gt;For Allison, . . . hurm~ naaaaaaaaaaaaah~ no comment, like that~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And *shakes head* I think the final three WILL be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 1. Danny Gokey; I had to put his name because I know he's going to be in the final two (GOSH!) and people are head-over-heels-in-like-BU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T-NOT-ME with Gokey! :/~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1531567&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=147182105045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=147182105045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2689/219/82/532191508/n532191508_1531567_5302584.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Adam Lambert; He has these high-pitch eerie-ish(nyaring,kan?) voice tone like Amy Search/Steven Tyler and he has a great stage presence! (I like his hair, like that) :D (but I kinda dislike his tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1531568&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=147182105045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=147182105045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2689/219/82/532191508/n532191508_1531568_7115400.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kris Allen; Surprised? not!. Because he's like the guy next door, cute looking (xP~) and surprisingly, I thought he'd be like Jason Castro from season 7, . . . you know, good-looking and can sing but "normal-ish" singer. But after tonight's performance, I think he can make it to the top because he showed people that he's an Artist (Kara said to him,"I got 3 words for you, You Are Artistry)... Indeed he is!. (I like his tone) x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1531569&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=147182105045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=147182105045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2689/219/82/532191508/n532191508_1531569_1686890.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. please excuse my bleep-english! "L-O-L" B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just hope *-NOT-* Gokey will win A-I :ppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-2594464210837462921?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2594464210837462921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=2594464210837462921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2594464210837462921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2594464210837462921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-prediction-i-8.html' title='My Prediction!. (A-I 8)'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-5084280603721894233</id><published>2009-04-02T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:20:15.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheo (crazy)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAH~&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with my streamyx line!.&lt;br /&gt;micheo, LIKE THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!.&lt;br /&gt;Dah la kat sini taboleh use 2mb &amp;amp; above package. Sengal like that~&lt;br /&gt;But broadband maxis boleh pulak hari tu..&lt;br /&gt;Streamyx sengal, like that!.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my life is so frickin' B-A-N-A-N-A-S right now!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, today is April Fool!.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni, I tak sengaja kenakan Hester. Seriously, me myself and I pun tak ingat jugak hari ni April Fool; Hester pun tak ingat 'cause dia sakit. At 12am of April 1 SHARP, I sent her a comment; " malaysia da haramkan babi.. keluar kat tv3"..&lt;br /&gt;it's not made for April Fool..but after she replied me back this morning, I just suddenly remembered that today is April Fool's day and I wrote back to her,"April Fool?"..&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sooooooooooooooooo noooooooooooooooooot faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaani LIKE THAT!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-5084280603721894233?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5084280603721894233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=5084280603721894233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5084280603721894233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5084280603721894233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/micheo-crazy.html' title='Micheo (crazy)!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-4936009142857324081</id><published>2009-04-01T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:23:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Not by Super Junior</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 25 friends. (jadah banyak giler)&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY&lt;br /&gt;- Circus by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;= "happy" clown/"sad" clown/"mad" clown/"angry" clown/"sengal" clown..L-O-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD U DESCRIBE UR SELF&lt;br /&gt;- It's A Beautiful Life by Ace Of Base&lt;br /&gt;= Sorta Kinda~ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL&lt;br /&gt;- Addicted by Ace Young&lt;br /&gt;= "It's cruel to call it love when it's lust and desire. . . I'm addicted yeah~" xD I am addicted to ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO U FEEL TODAY&lt;br /&gt;- Lady Marmalade by Christina AGuilera, Lil Kim, Mya &amp;amp; Pink&lt;br /&gt;= Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds And Guns by The Transplants&lt;br /&gt;= guns will make me look cool. diamonds will make girls like me and with Transplants, i will become hot L-M-A-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO&lt;br /&gt;- Lesson Learned by Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;= unfortunately, still struggling with ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;- Like Me by Girlicious&lt;br /&gt;= "look at me u know im fly, look at me i know you wanna be fly like that"~ xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;- Only One by Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;= Ish~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN&lt;br /&gt;- Alone by Allister&lt;br /&gt;- true, in a way (single)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2&lt;br /&gt;- Icky Thump by The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;= ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;- Breath Easy by Blue&lt;br /&gt;= "I cant sleep at night, without you by my side~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY&lt;br /&gt;- Outta This World by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;= I STRONGLY AGREE xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP&lt;br /&gt;- True To Me by Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;= yes i should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE&lt;br /&gt;- Ma Girl by Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;= aha~ no song could suit this question better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING&lt;br /&gt;- Ready by Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;= yesh~ ready to be your soulmate..Till U do us apart~ L-O-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL&lt;br /&gt;- In Love by Brooke White&lt;br /&gt;= uhuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST&lt;br /&gt;- Move On by Jet&lt;br /&gt;= yea, i should find new hobbies xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR&lt;br /&gt;- When We Are Together by Texas&lt;br /&gt;= ohmygee~ in public, yes but in my bedroom, i dont think so!. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET&lt;br /&gt;- Its Mine by Girlicious&lt;br /&gt;= it suits this question PERFECTLY. my secret is mine. jan sebok :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;- Runaway by 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;= :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY&lt;br /&gt;- Track No. 5 by Shin Hye Sung&lt;br /&gt;= korean song which i dont know whats the title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;- Open Your Eyes by Alter Bridge&lt;br /&gt;= open your eyes to silly things that can make me laugh even tho its normal silly~ kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET&lt;br /&gt;- T?boo by Kat-Tun&lt;br /&gt;= taboo? ooh~ :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;- Angel by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;= i wish~ i have many sins~ :'(..but ill try to change so i can become one xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;- Here I Go Again by Mario&lt;br /&gt;= 2 things, here i go again = facing the question whether ill get married OR here i go again = i get married again and again (married, divorced, married, divorced) (^^,)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;- Come Close by Edie Carey&lt;br /&gt;= ooh~ if person i dislike, memang patut scared~ ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;- Johnny Be Goode by Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;= "E be Good"! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;- Made For Lovin You by Anastacia&lt;br /&gt;= :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;- Cute (Im Not Cute) by Blog27&lt;br /&gt;= ahahahha~ no comment :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS&lt;br /&gt;- Lets Not by Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;= L-O-L..should i post this as lets not by super junior or something else? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4936009142857324081?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4936009142857324081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4936009142857324081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4936009142857324081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4936009142857324081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-not-by-super-junior.html' title='Let&apos;s Not by Super Junior'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-7585320712219328145</id><published>2009-03-31T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:22:46.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word!</title><content type='html'>I didn't know Word Challenge can be so addictive!. xD&lt;br /&gt;But my "vocabs" suck! L-O-L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-7585320712219328145?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7585320712219328145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=7585320712219328145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/7585320712219328145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/7585320712219328145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/word.html' title='Word!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-8944811059342974025</id><published>2009-03-31T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:21:59.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do men . . . &amp; why do women . . .</title><content type='html'>I got bored, went to Google.com to find something interesting to read so I wrote at the Google search bar, "why do men . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results;&lt;br /&gt;1. How Do Men See You&lt;br /&gt;2. Why Do Men Buy Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is "L-O-L",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why Do Men Have Nipples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; www.straightdope.com/colum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ns/read/85/why-do-men-have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-nipples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o". Like, seriously?! I thought we were born with nipples. I mean everybody. And the "funny" thing is, why do people question men with nipples?. Asking why do men have nipples is like asking why do women have vajajays! Hellarious! But don't get me wrong. It's not like I've never questioned things around me like why do men have dicks and why do women have breats. xD. It's just that, I found this funny! R-O-F-L-O-L-M-nipples-O muahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I also did "why do women . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do women get their asses kicked&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do women need to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do women not prefer nice guys&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;14. Why do women have babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o". "L-O-L"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-8944811059342974025?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8944811059342974025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=8944811059342974025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8944811059342974025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8944811059342974025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-men-why-do-women.html' title='Why do men . . . &amp;amp; why do women . . .'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-6570232517081593990</id><published>2009-03-31T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:21:14.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8ight Silly Pickup Lines!.</title><content type='html'>1. I was gay until I met you. . . . L-O-L my fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were a booger, I will pick you. . . . EUW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You wanna sit on my lap and talk about the first thing that pops up? . . . xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you own a chicken coop? B/c you raise a lot of cocks . . . O.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "baby, why go to red lobster when the catch of the day is right here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "i wish i was your problem set, because then i'd be really hard, and you'd be doing me on the desk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you just fart? Cos you blew me away . . . hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nice legs. What time do they open?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-6570232517081593990?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6570232517081593990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=6570232517081593990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6570232517081593990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6570232517081593990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/8ight-silly-pickup-lines.html' title='8ight Silly Pickup Lines!.'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-281417576171916431</id><published>2009-03-27T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:15:35.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Get Out! Please"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;My life is full with OH-MY-GOD!-WHAT-IS-WRONG-W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ITH-YOU?!.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not EVIL..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just, . . . a bad-human-be-confus-ing!.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I did was wrong~&lt;br /&gt;And I can change; people change but most of them don't!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I know I can because I stopped doing one of those bad things I used to do when I was a ooh-that-was-fun-and-I-don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;'t-think-people-would-caug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ht-me-doing-this!.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I managed to stop doing it..:)&lt;br /&gt;There are 4our bad things left that I need to stop doing..&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope God will help me with my mission in order to become a good-human-be-fresh-ing!. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-281417576171916431?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/281417576171916431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=281417576171916431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/281417576171916431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/281417576171916431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-out-please.html' title='&quot;Get Out! Please&quot;'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-8139013920972863338</id><published>2009-03-27T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:55:48.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night~ And Soon . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;I think that Danny G is for sure going to be in the top 2 ( bleep ) and most probably, Adam L will compete against him at the finale show ( ;))) ), BUTs&lt;br /&gt;1) if Allison I consistently do well throughout the competition, I think she can beat Adam L ( :((( )!.&lt;br /&gt;2) and, currently there are rumors about Adam is Gay.. and there are photos of him lip-locking with another guy..will those photos affect his votes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. those are my top 3 but hopefully and i really really really wish that Danny G won't make it to the top 2 Amin!. R-O-F-L-O-L-M-A-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris A, Matt G, Michael S, Anoop D, Scott M, Lil R and Megan G;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kris A might reach the top 3 but he's not going to win&lt;br /&gt;2) Matt G also might reach top 3 but then again, he's not going to win&lt;br /&gt;3) Michael S is going home tomorrow...maybe (bottom 3 tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;4) Anoop D also might be going home tomorrow~ (bottom 3 tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;5) Or maybe Scott M~ (bottom 3 tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;6) people might keep Lil R for awhile&lt;br /&gt;7) And Megan G too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1509094&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=144046815045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=144046815045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1509094_7115997.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i loved what he did to his hair today ( the picture is still not available )..very-the-zefron-ish!. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Randy - :Unbelievably hot!"&lt;br /&gt;Kara - "One of the best performances of the night."&lt;br /&gt;Paula - "Very handsome and classy. You are exciting."&lt;br /&gt;Simon - "It was THE best performance of the night. You tonight really have emerged as a star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-8139013920972863338?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/8139013920972863338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=8139013920972863338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8139013920972863338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/8139013920972863338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night-and-soon.html' title='Last Night~ And Soon . . .'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-1711933723745888476</id><published>2009-03-26T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:12:45.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Bored!</title><content type='html'>Does the music you listen to influence your emotions?&lt;br /&gt;- Ish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the "Ring Around the Rosy" song is really about?&lt;br /&gt;- Rosy's gonna get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at scenery and thought it would make a good painting?&lt;br /&gt;- looked at scenery = yes, thought it'd make a good painting = no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Seacrest: annoying or entertaining?&lt;br /&gt;- he's . . . okay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flushed a fish down the toilet after it died?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the movies. Do you choose seats in the front, middle, or back?&lt;br /&gt;- the middle. depan sangat x siok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe the stories about the Bermuda Triangle?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe... are they really really really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get pregnant (or impregnate), do you want to know the baby's sex?&lt;br /&gt;- no; i want it to be a surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like MTV to pimp your ride?&lt;br /&gt;- yes please!!!!! L-M-A-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to embarass your friends in public?&lt;br /&gt;- no but i'm good at embarrassing myself in public :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is one celebrity you'd NEVER want to meet, and why?&lt;br /&gt;- local celebs + just 'cause = :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you textually active?&lt;br /&gt;- rarely~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone comes into the room you're in. What do you grab to defend yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- ridsect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat cake with a spoon or fork?&lt;br /&gt;- a fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were younger, did you ever play MASH?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if Publisher's Clearing House came to your front door?&lt;br /&gt;- oh my, my room is very dirty. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're camping. Two choices: outhouse or in the woods? Choose one.&lt;br /&gt;- outhouse; not in the woods 'cause i don't want to become like those three friends in the blair witch project... spooky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep movie/concert ticket stubs after they're over?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play air guitar?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get a bucket of chicken, what parts do you go for first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; - BREASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SSSSSSSSSSSSSST!. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever make mud pies when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; - i was born not-to-play-with-dirty-thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ngs L-M-A-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have reoccurring dreams or nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;- once, someone calls my name with a creepy tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have split ends?&lt;br /&gt;- do you mean my hair? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw life in black &amp;amp; white, would that be okay with you?&lt;br /&gt;- yea i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the wierdest headline you've seen on the National Enquirer magazine?&lt;br /&gt;- dont read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend has a huge visible booger! Do you tell him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever pulled the "see-food" joke at the dinner table?&lt;br /&gt;- lame~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best kind of Pop-Tarts?&lt;br /&gt;- none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were staying in a hotel &amp;amp; the fire alarm went off, would you freak?&lt;br /&gt;- yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person you didn't know in a different accent?&lt;br /&gt;- yea and dang i'm telling you, it was hard ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you perform CPR if necessary?&lt;br /&gt;- depends if that person is cute ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Miley Cyrus was stranded by the side of the road, would you pick her up?&lt;br /&gt;- no but if it was justin gaston, yea!. L-M-A-O kidding~ no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a vending machine ever gratified you with free items?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a $100 bill float by you on a windy day. Do you chase after it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; - kejaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aaaaaaaaar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever actually SEEN a tornado?&lt;br /&gt;- on tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the date was Friday the 13th, would you be extra cautious?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you vote for your mom for president if you guys had different views?&lt;br /&gt;- sorry mom, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What subject are you most knowledgeable about?&lt;br /&gt;- eat, sleep, tv, download, music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Adam Sandler movie?&lt;br /&gt;- none; i dont like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't Saturday Night Live funny anymore?&lt;br /&gt;- never was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairs are being thrown. Do you do the Jerry chant? "JERRY! JERRY!"&lt;br /&gt;- L-O-L no i'd run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it honestly bother you when you look at someone's hair and see roots?&lt;br /&gt;- no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Internet is down. How do you spend your time now?&lt;br /&gt;- watching movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Internet advertisement are you tired of seeing?&lt;br /&gt;- pop-up ads; bangang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first R-rated movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- i think it was a music video. kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a "lucky" item you carry with you often? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you whistle while you work?&lt;br /&gt;- nope; i dont even know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kept a stray animal?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Disney keep making sequels? &lt;br /&gt;- because they are good at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you recommend someone to vacation where you live?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-1711933723745888476?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/1711933723745888476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=1711933723745888476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Put an X in every box that applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;Add up all the x`s and title subject with the sum as "My marriage age is_25_"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x]You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[] You own more than one credit card&lt;br /&gt;[] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[] You do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[] You vote every election&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[] You think politics are exciting...&lt;br /&gt;[] You balance your own checkbook&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents have better things to say than your friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[]You always carry a pen in your pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never gotten completely trashed&lt;br /&gt;[] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know what 'credibility' means without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[] You drink coffee[caffiine] at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[] When you say you're going to do something you do it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My parents trust me&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can make adults laugh without being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[] You remember to water the plants&lt;br /&gt;[x] You study when you have to&lt;br /&gt;[] You pay attention at school/college&lt;br /&gt;[] You remember to feed your pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell 'experience' without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You work out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You clean up your own mess&lt;br /&gt;[] The people at Starbucks know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have gained weight since middle/high school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[] You understand political jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[] Most of all your friends are older than you are&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can say no to staying out all night&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while&lt;br /&gt;[] You can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4062934247445379744?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4062934247445379744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4062934247445379744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4062934247445379744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4062934247445379744'/><link rel='alternate' 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people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H : You have a very good personality and good looks.&lt;br /&gt;I : You are great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;J : People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;K : You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;L : You like to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;M : Best kisser ever.&lt;br /&gt;N: You like to cheat&lt;br /&gt;O: Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R : Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;S : Fucking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;T : Easy to fall in love with.&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 like to peep&lt;br /&gt;Y : Best gf/bf anyone could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z : Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;F : You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;I : You are great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Z : Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;A : You like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;L : You like to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;- just for the sake of FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-6612815329595345414?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6612815329595345414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=6612815329595345414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6612815329595345414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opinions represented in this article do not necessarily represent those of the staff of CUIndependent.com nor any of its sponsors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've logged on to Facebook in the last month or so, chances are you've been tagged by a note with a title something along the lines of "25 things." These notes have decended upon Facebook like so many locusts, even managing to spill their way onto the pages of USA Today not too long ago. Well, I for one will have no part of it, and I'll give you 25 reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They’re a waste of time: Yes, I realize Facebook is, by definition, a waste of time, but, even on Facebook, I can think of better things to do with my time than think of 25 random facts that maybe 12 people will care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They waste other people’s time: If you tag someone in the note, they feel compelled to waste their time writing one because you took the time to do it yourself. It’s a guilt trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They’re annoying: I don’t want to have myself tagged over and over and over again in these notes when they have nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They’re self-indulgent: Let’s see…how can improve my self-esteem without actually doing anything concrete or productive…? I know! I’ll write 25 things about myself that make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 5. They’re pretentious: Saying something is self-indulgent and pretentious is kind of redundant, but those notes scream to the world: “Look how cool/funny/special/sentime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntal I am! Listen to me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. They don’t really contribute anything of worth to a relationship: The preface in all of these notes goes something along the lines of: “So I want you all to know a little more about me, and I want to know a little bit more about you so write your own.” The problem with this theory is that writing Facebook notes hardly qualifies as meaningful interaction, which is what real friendships and relationships are built on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. They state the obvious: “I love my friends.” Well, they wouldn’t be your friends if you didn’t. “I’m nervous about the future and/or graduating.” The economy sucks and we’re college students; we’re all nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 8. They’re riddled with clichés: Similarly to number seven, these notes are filled with trite comments such as “I love my cat/dog/reptile/horse/obno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;xious-pet-nobody’s-heard-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f.” Or the ever-popular “I studied abroad and it was SO much cooler than here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. They say things that are already somewhere else: Let’s face it, Facebook gives users ample opportunities to put up all kinds of information. But it tends to get repeated in different variations or in different applications. The main page asks you to list your interests and activities, so you list them there, only to metaphorically stutter and list them again in your “25 things” notes. Nothing new has been added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. They’re just another in a long line of equally pointless Facebook fads: Quizzes about yourself that you send on to your friends, the “ABCs of randomness” I got from my ex-girlfriend, an even longer “50 things about me,” -- the list doesn’t stop. I didn’t do any of those then, and I’m certainly not about to start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. They pigeonhole people’s identities: Allow me to wax philosophic for a moment. People aren’t statistics, and you can’t sum them up with a series of statements, facts or goals. Getting to really know someone requires effort and a lot of face-to-face time. This trend of trying to make everyone fit in a neat little statistical box and simply communicating via text or instant messaging isn’t healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I don’t really want to know about some these people: I’ll be frank here by saying that of my 150 or so Facebook friends, I regularly talk to or care about maybe 20 of them. I’ll check in on the rest of them every once in a while and wish them happy birthday or whatever, but I don’t need to hear from the rest of them. I honestly just do not care, and I certainly don’t need their miniature life story wasting my bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. There’s no reward for taking the time to write one: Seriously, what would I get out of doing this? I don’t work for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. They’re boring to read: Life goals…yawn. Favorite sports team….yeah, okay. Best class in school….give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They don’t even do what they’re supposed to do: I’m guessing the originator of “25 things” thought, “This will be a great way for people to find out more about their friends.” But the notes I’ve seen are mostly comprised of the aforementioned clichés or stupidly obvious information. It’s rare to see something that actually sheds a new or different light on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. They promote the continuing erosion of personal privacy: This might be a stretch, but hear me out. Thanks to the Internet and iPhones and all that jazz, people are in contact with each more than ever. Some people like the constant contact but you know what? I like my private time; I don’t need to be in uninterrupted communication with everyone I know. And Facebook notes asking me to put up information on myself are another intrusion on my privacy. Call me paranoid, but I don’t feel the need to broadcast information about myself to the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My own note, were I to write one, would be boring: I think I’m unique in many ways, but most of them aren’t interesting to other people. Why waste their time and energy as well as my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. They don’t strike me as very fun: I’ll admit that I often do things that may not be very beneficial for me for the simple reason that they’re fun (World of Warcraft comes to mind). I’ve already mentioned the reasons why writing a “25 things” note wouldn’t be beneficial, but it also doesn’t strike me as any fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I’m rather embarrassed of my previous attempts at Facebook notes: I’ll admit it, I once posted a pseudo-emo rant and rave about a couple things that were pissing me off, including (cough) the Campus Press. Those of you privileged enough to be my Facebook friends can look it up. It’s one of my lesser moments as a writer, and I’d rather not tempt fate by trying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I’d rather not spend more time on Facebook than absolutely necessary: I have friends (real friends, not Facebook friends) who devote entirely too much of their days on Facebook. To paraphrase Jerry Seinfeld, there’s nothing wrong with that; I just don’t want to be one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There are better timewasters on the Internet: Spring training has started, I have to look up some movie on IMDB and watching the ShamWow commercial on YouTube never gets old. No time for Facebook notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have I mentioned they’re obnoxious? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Pretentious? Clear on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Intrusive? I think I’ve made that clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 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E hates American Idol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4548793776918402164?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4548793776918402164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4548793776918402164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4548793776918402164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4548793776918402164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/fcktastic.html' title='F*cktastic!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-5619264926649242946</id><published>2009-03-18T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:03:08.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Sick 1ne</title><content type='html'>A : So there I was in this hallway right . . . with !@#$%^&amp;amp;* . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : I believe I speak for all of us when I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG BTICH&lt;br /&gt;IM SICK OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR LAME STORIES&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY  HERE THINKS YOURE FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY HERE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR STORIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;P.S. C added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN FACT&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DIED RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;I  DON"T THINK NOBODY WOULD CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;P.S. D added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT DID YOU SAY TO THAT FAG? *sarcastic-tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. as for E, in his mind,&lt;br /&gt;"if only I had the balls like them to just smack that shitty face of her!."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that "uncomfortable" event happened, I asked them the next day, why?. And D told me that, "if you don’t have the balls to be hated, then you don’t deserve to be loved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, in a way~ :|&lt;br /&gt;But I'ma bit lost O.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kcissisiht, ✖ ә.|ySp ✖&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-5619264926649242946?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/5619264926649242946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=5619264926649242946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5619264926649242946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/5619264926649242946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-sick-1ne.html' title='This Is Sick 1ne'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-6526726876993924539</id><published>2009-03-14T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:01:52.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College really isn’t necessary. O_O"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiZvn0IyqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uZsAePprSV0/s1600-h/n532191508_1459344_7741916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiZvn0IyqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uZsAePprSV0/s320/n532191508_1459344_7741916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325675602786175650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-6526726876993924539?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6526726876993924539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=6526726876993924539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6526726876993924539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6526726876993924539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/college-really-isnt-necessary-oo.html' title='College really isn’t necessary. O_O&quot;'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiZvn0IyqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uZsAePprSV0/s72-c/n532191508_1459344_7741916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-3038974754127892623</id><published>2009-03-13T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:00:05.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rules . . . Hope It's not For Gokey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;If someone gets voted off, the judges can choose to save he/she and put him/her back in the competition. . . or not. They can save only one and only ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when/if Gockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1453635&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137484805045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137484805045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1453635_4944860.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is in the bottom three, and IF he gets voted off ( which I highly think it won't happen, never ever ), the judges are going to use it on him; which is BLEEPTUTTCENSOREDPERIOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that the judges will use it on someone else OR they will not get the chance to use it ( the judges can save 1 person from elimination once up until there are only 5 people left. )!. R-O-F-L-O-L-M-S-F-A-O!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gockey will win American Idol, which would be a crime against "e" but will probably happen 'cause people are "d"!. Wanna know why? Because usually, the people I dislike in any reality shows ended up winning the show like for example, Survivor, A-B-D-C, The Amazing Race, The Apprentice, Real World/Road Rules and of course, A-I itself ( remember when Daughtry got voted off? &amp;amp; Hicks won? !@#$%^&amp;amp;* )!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about hating; lets make love!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Alexis Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1453639&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137484805045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137484805045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1453639_5501991.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;2) Allison Iraheta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1453645&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137484805045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137484805045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1453645_6420533.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think they can win IF they consistently do well throughout the competition!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; P.S. I don't know why I'm being so "overrated" over these "I-won't-gain-anything-fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m"-tv-shows. but I think  maybe it's because I'm a reality-hardcore-freak? or maybe, hurm. . . ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-3038974754127892623?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3038974754127892623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=3038974754127892623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3038974754127892623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3038974754127892623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-rules-hope-its-not-for-gokey.html' title='New Rules . . . Hope It&apos;s not For Gokey'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-7473357685223954514</id><published>2009-03-12T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:58:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crews . . . A-B-D-C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jabbawockeez are the best! I can understand why America chose them!. Episode 4our when they did the Superman trick, it was beautifully-creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449773&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 153px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449773_4369747.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) But personally, I like Kaba Modern A LAWT more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449782&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 174px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449782_7773278.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. especially Yuri! xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449788&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449788_2479451.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the robotic dance in episodes 1ne and 2wo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Now, for the Season 2 winner, I'm clueless!. Supercrew? Like, seriously?. They didn't deserve to win and they should've been out the first time they were in the bottom 2 imoPERIOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449780&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449780_2567713.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fanny Pak the kids from the 80's = love them! Get Ur Freak On = Originallly-kicked-arse!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449794&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449794_1402570.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Supreme Soul should've won ABDC Season 2 imo!. At least they danced, rather than Supercrew with their !@#$%^&amp;amp;* stunts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449796&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449796_6890289.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Okay, whatever!. I won't gain anything from this. I don't like Quest Crew. But what they did in episode 7even, beat B-F's Hot N Cold &amp;amp; Freeze!. &amp;amp; guess what? They won! x|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449812&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/n532191508_1449812_5470276.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Beat Freaks = An All-female Crew = Should've won B.U.T MTV is all polidicksPERIOD! :X The Hot N Cold dance, just superb!. Womanizer? sexay~ Anyway, I just love them~ Hope they will do well in the future!. Fighting Beat Freaks! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449818&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 259px; height: 160px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449818_3582206.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I H.E.A.R.T Rino!. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449819&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449819_5860769.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) After watching ABDC season 3 all over again, I slowly fell in like with the Fly Khicks!. aha~ Seriously, THEY DANCE!. Who can forget the bootay shakin? L-O-L!. They did best when they danced to Britney's Oops I Did It Again!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1449821&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=137046830045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=137046830045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 161px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2619/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1449821_7259148.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wins, good for them!. P.S. won't be watching anymore, I GUESS!. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-7473357685223954514?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7473357685223954514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=7473357685223954514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/7473357685223954514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/7473357685223954514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/crews-b-d-c.html' title='The Crews . . . A-B-D-C'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-7040043036838823881</id><published>2009-03-06T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:54:48.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK CLOSELY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Look at this picture carefully and you will see the hidden dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1423553&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=134730980045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=134730980045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2653/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1423553_7767462.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to say? Nooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1423554&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=134730980045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=134730980045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2653/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1423554_845451.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to say? Just look at the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1423555&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=134730980045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=134730980045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2653/219/82/532191508/a532191508_1423555_7113473.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious; how long did you looked at this picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-7040043036838823881?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/7040043036838823881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=7040043036838823881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/7040043036838823881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/7040043036838823881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-closely.html' title='LOOK CLOSELY!'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-3008884337075423353</id><published>2009-03-06T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:52:05.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Winner Goes To . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1422818&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=134637505045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=134637505045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 174px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs029.snc1/2581_56444886508_532191508_1422818_3979628_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1422819&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=134637505045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=134637505045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 174px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs029.snc1/2581_56444906508_532191508_1422819_6909132_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= I really really REALLY hope Beat Freaks win this season!. It would be nice to see an all-female crew finally win this competition!. Uargh~ Quest Crew was awesome, but, I think B-F deserves to win!. They rocked Weeks 1 (Din Daa Daa" by George Kranz), 3 (Womanizer by Britney Spears), 5 (Freeze by T-Pain featuring Chris Brown) &amp;amp; 6 (Hot N Cold by Katy Perry)!. It sucks to see people saying that, "doesn't really matter if they win or not"!. It really does matter, like frickin' syhit!. aha~ but anywho, go B-F!. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. " WIN OR LOSE, WE JUST WANT TO BE MEMORABLE AND INSPIRATIONAL," SAYS D- TRIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; = but why did he !@#$%^&amp;amp;* when the judges didn't "feel" his crew? urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!. whatever!. I'm getting "overrated-ly"-overrated!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-3008884337075423353?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3008884337075423353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=3008884337075423353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3008884337075423353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3008884337075423353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-goes-to.html' title='And The Winner Goes To . . .'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-6653644413602049837</id><published>2009-03-05T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:49:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I watched The Biggest Loser on Hallmark Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1420465&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=134335130045&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=134335130045&amp;amp;id=532191508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs021.snc1/2557_56284516508_532191508_1420465_5246912_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to know that one of the contestants gained weight, even though he exercised and he followed healthy diet.&lt;br /&gt;Me? I eat those high in calorie foods, mostly junkies and chocs and I eat a lot and I rarely exercise these days and my weight is still the same/sometimes I lose 0.5/1kg!. O.o"!.&lt;br /&gt;Uargh~ I feel like I want to eat someone!.&lt;br /&gt;Any volunteer?. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-6653644413602049837?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6653644413602049837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=6653644413602049837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6653644413602049837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6653644413602049837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-l.html' title='Big L'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-2247631391882605125</id><published>2009-03-03T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:47:05.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways To Attract Any Woman</title><content type='html'>When most guys set out to impress a woman they do all the wrong things. Here are 10 ways you can set yourself apart from the 39 other lame guys she’s met, and I guarantee that she’s both impressed and intrigued by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(?_?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Be original&lt;br /&gt;- dinner? X. do fun things that she doesn’t get to do with anyone else. Take her on a bike ride or to the park to play Frisbee or to a tiny Italian cafe that has a fascinating story behind it. Sneak up to the top floor of the highest building in the city or take her to a playground and go on the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stay in control&lt;br /&gt;- Women like a man with a plan; when you call her up, don’t make her “work” by having to make any decisions. Let her know exactly what time you are picking her up, where you are taking her and what she should wear. When you get to wherever you are going, decide what you are going to do there, and where and how you are going to do it. Let her sit back and relax while you take care of the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be chivalrous&lt;br /&gt;- Being chivalrous is a powerful way to let a woman know that you’re the man and she’s in good hands. Open doors for her and pull out her chair. When you’re walking down the street, make sure you always walk on the outside of the curb, and tell her why you’re doing it. Put your hand on the small of her back when walking into a restaurant or across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be cool&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t be the type of guy that sweats the small stuff… like an unreturned phone call. Simply pretend you were too busy to even notice that she forgot to call you back. She’ll probably assume you were busy with other women -- which is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be mysterious&lt;br /&gt;- Too many guys make the mistake of throwing their entire lives on the table when they meet a woman they are interested in. So, be different and hold some things back -- especially those that people might consider impressive. People are much more impressed by the accomplishments of others when they “discover” them rather than being told about them. For instance, if she asks you what you drive and you happen to drive a nice car, tell her you ride a motor scooter. When she finds out the truth, she’ll be impressed not only with your vehicle, but also your sense of humor and modesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have a life&lt;br /&gt;- The one thing that all men who are really successful with women have in common is that they all have great lives of their own, and they don’t need a woman in their lives to be happy. Women find this extremely attractive. It’s easy for a woman to land a guy that “needs” her, but when she meets a guy that has a successful and happy life already, she’ll do whatever she can to convince him that she should be a part of it. So, find some things that you are passionate about, whether it be hobbies, sports or business pursuits, and make them your main priorities instead of her. Keep yourself active and well-rounded -- and let her be the one to try to chase you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;- The single biggest mistake men make with women is being predictable. You’d think women would appreciate it if they knew exactly when you were going to call and what you were going to do when you got together, but in reality it kills the two biggest things women long for in a relationship: excitement and anticipation. So don’t always call exactly when you say you will. Invite her over to take her out to dinner, and take her straight to the bedroom instead. Invite her over to get physical, and instead take her out to dinner. Are you beginning to get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make her earn it&lt;br /&gt;- I’m sure you’ve heard the old saying that states that “people don’t value what they don’t have to work for.” Well, the same holds true for women and dating. If you’re putting in all of the effort in the relationship, she won’t value you or appreciate your time. So make sure she’s calling you as much if not more often then you’re calling her. Have her come over to your house and pick you up every once in a while, and ask her to help you out with small favors here and there. The more work she puts into the relationship, the more she’ll value it -- and the more she’ll want to get out of it (and that includes sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a move&lt;br /&gt;- After she’s proved herself to you, it’s time to be a man and make a move. Women don’t respect a man who doesn’t have the guts to go for that first kiss -- or anything else -- so don’t let her down. Making a move will make her feel sexy and attractive, and it will show her that you are the type of confident, powerful man she is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be casual&lt;br /&gt;- The last thing a woman wants is a guy who starts calling her 10 times a day after they’ve had a fun night out. If you start acting like you’re ready for marriage after the first date -- or even the fifth -- you might as well have the words “I’m desperate!” tattooed across your forehead. Instead, keep things cool. Don’t rush into anything, and let her be the one to take things to the next level. She’ll respect you more and you’ll have a far better chance of ending up in the great relationship you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. aha~ overrated!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiWQl8IKYI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Q5ZIYDu9Cc/s1600-h/n532191508_1412598_3389986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiWQl8IKYI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Q5ZIYDu9Cc/s320/n532191508_1412598_3389986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325671771171989890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-2247631391882605125?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/2247631391882605125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=2247631391882605125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2247631391882605125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/2247631391882605125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-ways-to-attract-any-woman.html' title='10 Ways To Attract Any Woman'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiWQl8IKYI/AAAAAAAAACU/8Q5ZIYDu9Cc/s72-c/n532191508_1412598_3389986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-3338895801783311142</id><published>2009-02-27T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:44:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5ive Traits Of A Metrosexuality</title><content type='html'>From "AXN The Duke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Grooms his body regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wears expensive and stylish clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tap into both feminine and masculine sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Confuses guys with his sexual preferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watches Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. aha~ 2wo or 3hree yeses :X but ain't going to tell which/what xD ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiVgvTm2eI/AAAAAAAAACM/MqDBeSSLq4A/s1600-h/2359_54907326508_532191508_1394440_214077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiVgvTm2eI/AAAAAAAAACM/MqDBeSSLq4A/s320/2359_54907326508_532191508_1394440_214077_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325670949052668386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-3338895801783311142?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3338895801783311142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=3338895801783311142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3338895801783311142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3338895801783311142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/04/5ive-traits-of-metrosexuality.html' title='5ive Traits Of A Metrosexuality'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiVgvTm2eI/AAAAAAAAACM/MqDBeSSLq4A/s72-c/2359_54907326508_532191508_1394440_214077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-4497807480551078384</id><published>2009-02-26T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:41:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Can't Live Without . . .</title><content type='html'>From "AXN The Duke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Red Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Video Games ( XBox, PS3, etc )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red meat = yes&lt;br /&gt;Internet = yes&lt;br /&gt;tv = yes&lt;br /&gt;video games = no&lt;br /&gt;beer = BIG NO NO!.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;if it's "MY" top 5, they will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beauty Accessories ( hair care &amp;amp; skin care ) B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cutie(s)!. ;D *woot woot*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4497807480551078384?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4497807480551078384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4497807480551078384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4497807480551078384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4497807480551078384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-cant-live-without.html' title='Men Can&apos;t Live Without . . .'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-9009808830054725013</id><published>2009-02-25T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:33:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- 1P ;sgnihtyzarcod.elpo.epyzarc -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feb 18th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;chocs&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sambal&lt;/span&gt;. Hell my stomach hurts so bad and i went to the toilet like 4our to 5ive times that day. It's all kiMi's fault. He dares me to and I thought it would not feel that bad but heck; "I-was-in-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;"!. That was my first and my last. But maybe in the future I'll dare someone else with the same idea. xD It'll be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-9009808830054725013?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/9009808830054725013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=9009808830054725013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/9009808830054725013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/9009808830054725013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/02/1trap-sgnihtyzarcodelpoepyzarc.html' title='- 1P ;sgnihtyzarcod.elpo.epyzarc -'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-3083100773856596870</id><published>2009-02-11T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:41:33.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- tne.mmocon -</title><content type='html'>Ate McDonald's yesterday and i feel bad today because people are boycotting McD's but I'm eating them so you know!. Hurm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-israel.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-3083100773856596870?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/3083100773856596870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=3083100773856596870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3083100773856596870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/3083100773856596870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/02/tnemmocon.html' title='- tne.mmocon -'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-4274494579386164561</id><published>2009-02-11T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:38:57.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts About pSy|.E</title><content type='html'>From Facebook.Com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Single but taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm trying to gain another, well, maybe another 5ive kilos more or maybe 10en. KIDDING NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Would love to go space-seeing but it will cost me a million; I D.I.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It will take me about 3hree days to cool down after my "PERIOD"; B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) addicted to America's Best Dance Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) hip-popotamus! L-O-L. hypocrite but I don't give an S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Racist, but to my own race, yea I know I'm a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I have a really really really HIGH metabolism rate and I hate it effin much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I don't like people touching my neck and my thigh; sensitive areas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) cant stop smiling if cuties around!. B-A-N-A-N-A-S-ly sengal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Have a personality-disoder x|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I hate making decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Would love to learn Korean language and British accent; British accent is fricking H.O.T!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Trying to become Darth Vader starting from June 09; going to fully store my closet with black clothings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When I was in high-school, I thought i was Handsome, I shit do but heck, when i look back at my old pics, I laughed at the monkey in the pics 'cause he's so fugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Don't think I can live far away from my parents but I'm going to prove myself wrong!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Even though orang kata Big Apple sedap, I still think Dunkin is the best!. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Only being serious when I'm in a bad mood!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I don't like cats O.o"; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Would love to participate in any reality tv shows; T.A.R.A or Survivor or any fun game shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Love horror/gore movies and I can watch them alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Hard to stick with things/one thing most of the time (mind-changer); and that's why I only planned PLANS, I didn't promise PLANS; you know what I mean O.o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Sensitive at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) love Bungee Jumping and Sky Diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I like girls but I like boys too so that makes me a ? ? ? ? ?.~ S-W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiT1eUFKnI/AAAAAAAAACE/COUpkyLGdoE/s1600-h/1_790267316l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiT1eUFKnI/AAAAAAAAACE/COUpkyLGdoE/s320/1_790267316l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669106245249650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-4274494579386164561?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/4274494579386164561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=4274494579386164561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4274494579386164561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/4274494579386164561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-facts-about-psye.html' title='Random Facts About pSy|.E'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeiT1eUFKnI/AAAAAAAAACE/COUpkyLGdoE/s72-c/1_790267316l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287077338921762286.post-6811166154474217170</id><published>2009-02-08T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:39:55.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- .!ihsoy -</title><content type='html'>the name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pSy .E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 3hird blog; my last 2wo were out-dated and I sorta kinda forgot my emails and passwords so i can't log in and therefore i decided to create a new one which is obnoxiously-obnoxious ( *goat smiley* )!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is pretty much &lt;strong&gt;O.K.A.Y;&lt;/strong&gt; completed my diploma course on February 6ixth 2009, I get &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for my intern and overall I get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt; - 3.29 C.G.P.A which is totally utterly annoying. Why the hell they didn't just make it 3.3? hurm~ but, anywho, glad that I passed my intern and I managed to maintain my C.G.P.A; above 3 POINTER which is GOOD; :D!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I have to decide whether I want to further my study or to work; I don't wanna work 'cause I'm still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.A.Z.Y&lt;/span&gt; and I don't wanna further my study 'cause I'm way still &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.A.Z.Y&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!. I know my parents won't be happy with my decision. aha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;  lifeisgoodbutI'mmissin'youwhichisbad:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6287077338921762286-6811166154474217170?l=myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/feeds/6811166154474217170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6287077338921762286&amp;postID=6811166154474217170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6811166154474217170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287077338921762286/posts/default/6811166154474217170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshitsforbidden.blogspot.com/2009/02/ihsoy.html' title='- .!ihsoy -'/><author><name>eySp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136746878517340745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MN9lx3HXVfc/SeizGuJ-API/AAAAAAAAACs/kDal6pMtSaA/S220/IMG_0027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
