<?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-3126912066191440825</id><updated>2011-09-30T20:07:09.458+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='argh'/><category term='terry pratchett books'/><category term='lolcats'/><category term='icanhazcheezburger.com'/><title type='text'>Platypused.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3874000009827493130</id><published>2011-08-20T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:05:52.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>See, I'm back again, for a moment of solitariness. &lt;div&gt;I need to write about this, or I think I might explode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether he's avoiding me, or I'm reading too deep into the situation. I always have the notion that I'm quite unlovable. Seems that it's true, and at some point in life, everyone will start ignoring me or criticising me for who I am and what I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so emotionally unstable now that I'm crying just because he ignored me and logged off when I started talking to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never used to be like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should sever all ties, before it's too late, but it's like another one of my addictions. I can't quit. I can't stop staring at him in class, fantasizing about situations that I'll never be in with him, can't stop thinking if he feels anything towards me at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so self-absorbed that I start every sentence with "I". I'm trying to change this. My insensitivity towards other's feelings is notorious, but I myself can be hurt quite easily, as I just realised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel better now. I hate it when I break down emotionally like this. It's not like me to do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least my recovery time is fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll just continue to spin it out for as long as we can, until I lose interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3874000009827493130?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3874000009827493130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2011/08/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3874000009827493130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3874000009827493130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2011/08/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6223278851224348849</id><published>2011-01-02T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:29:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look over my shoulder while I'm blogging</title><content type='html'>I want to get my ears pierced. Maybe it's like a "Buy 2 piercings, get one free" thing, then I can get 3 piercings. Hmm. &lt;div&gt;From now on, I shall blog random stuff. Serious stuff will be in my journal. So all those of you who follow my blog, i.e, 1 or 2 people, please consult me at school for further information on my wretched life. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Platypused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6223278851224348849?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6223278851224348849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-look-over-my-shoulder-while-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6223278851224348849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6223278851224348849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-look-over-my-shoulder-while-im.html' title='Don&apos;t look over my shoulder while I&apos;m blogging'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3746723203513043818</id><published>2010-12-31T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:46:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traces of oranges</title><content type='html'>Today was tiring. I got soaking wet, then dried out again by riding a bicycle for 2.5 hours. Went all the way from East Coast Park to Changi Airport. Or rather their take-off fields. Now I think my butt is bruised by riding the bike for too long. Also, tried hands-free riding, but I couldn't balance it for very long. Debbie can't ride a bike. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3746723203513043818?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3746723203513043818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/12/traces-of-oranges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3746723203513043818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3746723203513043818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/12/traces-of-oranges.html' title='Traces of oranges'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2937969997255501400</id><published>2010-12-23T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:45:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate: The strange</title><content type='html'>Today I went to MacDonald's to eat lunch. There weren't any free tables left, so I randomly asked a guy if we could share the table, and he was okay with it. It was a bit awkward, because both of us were eating and reading a book at the same time. Then I happened to look down. HE HAD THE SAME SLIPPERS AS ME. Total OMGWTFBBQ moment. I bought my slippers in Malaysia. Really weird coincidence, huh. &lt;div&gt;Then I went on a book hunt. Visited the National Library and Bukit Merah Library to find the new Christopher Moore book. Found and borrowed it. I'm off to read now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2937969997255501400?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2937969997255501400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/12/fate-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2937969997255501400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2937969997255501400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/12/fate-strange.html' title='Fate: The strange'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4338851322268687128</id><published>2010-12-14T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:03:14.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14.12.2010</title><content type='html'>I'm 15. Which means even more responsibility, like, "You're fifteen! You should be able to blahblahblahyblah" etc. I don't really feel high now, because of work. Work is enough to depress anybody. But I can look forward to Friday fenzu... :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4338851322268687128?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4338851322268687128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/12/14122010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4338851322268687128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4338851322268687128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/12/14122010.html' title='14.12.2010'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7003426462557716780</id><published>2010-11-30T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:57:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi</title><content type='html'>First, some information. Langkawi is an island that belongs to Malaysia. It is quite close to the Malaysia-Thailand border, is 90%Malaysian, 5% Chinese, and 5% other. It is exempt from tax, so people go there to buy cheap goods like alcoholic drinks, chocolate, alcoholic drinks, food, ceramics, alcoholic drinks, cookware, and did I mention alcoholic drinks? Yes, wine, whiskey, vodka, beer, whatever. I drank half a bottle of Semillion Chardonnay and half a bottle of Merlot. Yay. I got slightly drunk, but no hangover. Langkawi has two main built-up areas: Cenang beach and Kuah town. The Cenang beach was really nice, the sand was white and fine, and HERMIT CRABBBBSSS YAYAYAY. Yeah. I stayed in the water for a whole morning picking up hermit crabs. I'm sorry to say that I plucked the claws off two of them, because I wanted their shells. In the end I didn't get the shells cos they were stuck in too tightly. NOT ONE SHELL WAS FREE. SADDD. The food was average, kinda Thai influenced. Mmhmm. And that ends my dissertation on Langkawi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7003426462557716780?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7003426462557716780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/11/langkawi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7003426462557716780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7003426462557716780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/11/langkawi.html' title='Langkawi'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7731062790953691216</id><published>2010-10-31T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:11:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phone</title><content type='html'>It's a Nokia 5800. Touchscreen and Xpressmusic. &lt;div&gt;I like the sound and the extremely clear video playback. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came out a few years ago but it's still good, although I can't play the bread jumping thing... T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8GB for a phone is really good. I can download lots of random crap without worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7731062790953691216?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7731062790953691216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7731062790953691216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7731062790953691216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-phone.html' title='New phone'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4527950272392649571</id><published>2010-10-20T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:24:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I lack</title><content type='html'>Human company.&lt;div&gt;Self-discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diligence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just saw pictures of my classmates having fun at the class chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While me, like the antisocial &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; that I am, stayed at home and made life difficult for myself. Example: washing things. Wiping the furniture. Playing musical instruments. Watching cat videos on Youtube. Something only 40 year old spinsters do. It's the post exam doldrums syndrome that's pulling me down too, because I guess I'm just not cut out for whole days of staring at the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, seeing the happy faces on my classmate's faces makes me feel envious of their care-freeness. But I must distance myself. I will not become shallow and emotional. What good does it do, to allow yourself to be exposed to things that will eventually shatter and scar your weak, twitching heart? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason this reminds me of The Wizard's Hairy Heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4527950272392649571?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4527950272392649571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-lack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4527950272392649571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4527950272392649571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-lack.html' title='What I lack'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3337066328816757795</id><published>2010-10-18T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:58:14.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New piano scores</title><content type='html'>Linkin Park piano scores! Yay. Should be enough to occupy me for a few days at least, I guess. I think I'm becoming a musical freak, what with the 3 instruments I'm juggling now(&lt;i&gt;metaphorically&lt;/i&gt;). And also I'm worrying about my marks. It's an automatic thing. I shouldn't be worried, since the marks are already predetermined. I can only hope. Wishing doesn't work. I'm not such a soppy person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3337066328816757795?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3337066328816757795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-piano-scores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3337066328816757795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3337066328816757795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-piano-scores.html' title='New piano scores'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4180995178041151710</id><published>2010-10-15T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T21:53:42.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long torture is over</title><content type='html'>I'm usually not given to smiley faces, but today is special! Today marks the end of the long tyranny of the End Of Year Exams! :D :D :D :D No amount of smileys can represent the extent of my joy now. Let's start from the end of Math 2 paper.&lt;div&gt;Everyone was all gloom and doom, like"Nuuu I got this question that question wrong", etc, and I was also affected by the heavy mood. And then we all went to the PAC for the briefing. Great bear balls, it was boring. And they were confused. They kept apologising, but for the wrong thing. "We apologise for the great huge ginormous mistake that we make, but you get 0 marks BWAHHAAHA. And shush, don't tell anyone not from Dunman High that we made this cocked up mistake." AT LEAST YOU CAN PLEASE US BY GIVING US FULL MARKS INSTEAD OMGWTFBBQFCKBALLS.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then me and Huiping went to the ICA because she needed to get her passport. I ran with joy on the way to the bus stop, and had to stop because I needed to recover from oxygen debt. And we nearly forgot to get down at the ICA stop hahaha stoners, us. Then we followed her mum into the ICA and I played with her Nintendo while waiting... It was about some crazed rabbids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then her mum brought us to Jack's Place to eat lunch; it was right beside the library. The food was nice, and WHEE SUGAR HIGH from putting too much sugar in the tea and it wouldn't all dissolve, so I ate it with a spoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then library. Read Conan manga for 2 hours straight. Couldn't find any good books, and so didn't borrow any. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to Iluma to GET HIGH AT OTAKU HOUSE. I bet if I wore the Lambo horns I'd look like Lambo, cos my hair is naturally curly. Stayed there for a long time, then went to Comics Connection, then to a record shop, then to Ameba, then to Macs. Yay. Nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4180995178041151710?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4180995178041151710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-torture-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4180995178041151710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4180995178041151710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-torture-is-over.html' title='The long torture is over'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4138300900299631469</id><published>2010-10-13T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:05:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dead ditty</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I was full of hope&lt;div&gt;But when I grew up, all I did was mope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to be like the pope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether I liked it or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the existence of my life dwindled to a dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my advice, don't follow in my footsteps, don't listen to your parents, run far away when they utter the word "responsibility". It's fulla crap and I bet they listened to their parents when they were young, so they ended up like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4138300900299631469?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4138300900299631469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/dead-ditty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4138300900299631469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4138300900299631469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/dead-ditty.html' title='The dead ditty'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5004446607214776870</id><published>2010-10-11T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:19:01.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of my life</title><content type='html'>I was born. I grew up. I blogged. I became even more of a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5004446607214776870?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5004446607214776870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/story-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5004446607214776870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5004446607214776870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5122203485982855608</id><published>2010-10-06T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:13:11.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>150 field of vision</title><content type='html'>150 degrees is a very limited field of vision. I can't seem to pluck myself out of this self-abusing cycle of despair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5122203485982855608?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5122203485982855608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/150-field-of-vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5122203485982855608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5122203485982855608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/150-field-of-vision.html' title='150 field of vision'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1867698825079052308</id><published>2010-10-05T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:07:26.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and death</title><content type='html'>As a child you saw things only in black and white, good and bad, what gave you pleasure and what brought you pain. Now you see everything in shades of grey. Even the care of your kingdon is beyond you, so unwilling are you to decide what is right and wrong or even to admit that you can tell the difference. Regrets have clouded your memory and now you seek to blame me for your weaknesses.&lt;div&gt;- An extract from The Book of Lost Hopes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3126912066191440825-1867698825079052308?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1867698825079052308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-and-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1867698825079052308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1867698825079052308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-and-death.html' title='Life and death'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2081366047930211925</id><published>2010-10-04T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:23:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>I am distanced. I guess only people with proximity are in your world, then. All my aspirations, are they for naught? Everything I do is to grab your attention. But I don't think you ever pay attention to me. I feel like a whiny bitch now. But no matter. I can give you up at any time. ANY TIME, you hear me? Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2081366047930211925?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2081366047930211925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2081366047930211925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2081366047930211925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6010947485585877035</id><published>2010-10-01T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:19:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picking up the pieces</title><content type='html'>My life is boring. But also very tense, in a way. It's too late to take back all the lies, and I live in fear of being found out. The lies keep piling up, one to cover another, and sooner or later, this web of deceit is gonna wear thin, and people will see through the deceit. &lt;div&gt;It's not a time for studying, so I convince myself. My parents only restrict me in my freedom of speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6010947485585877035?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6010947485585877035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/picking-up-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6010947485585877035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6010947485585877035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/10/picking-up-pieces.html' title='picking up the pieces'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-677935127443358299</id><published>2010-09-29T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:30:06.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;Smoke another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;It kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;That's all that's left&lt;br /&gt;Of me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choke on all of my regrets&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the strain in every breath&lt;br /&gt;Stumble as I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade away&lt;br /&gt;I fall into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a crutch you carry me&lt;br /&gt;Without restraint&lt;br /&gt;Back to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man whose tragedies&lt;br /&gt;Have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;With memories&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade away&lt;br /&gt;I fall into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said time to tear down the walls&lt;br /&gt;You know not everything's your fault&lt;br /&gt;But in a way&lt;br /&gt;Our mistakes have brought us here today&lt;br /&gt;You say just look how far you've come&lt;br /&gt;Despite all those things you've done&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the one to catch me when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;Into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade away&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;Into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to yesterday (Say goodbye to yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;I made it through&lt;br /&gt;I made today&lt;br /&gt;Despite what I was told&lt;br /&gt;You were there to rescue me (You were there to rescue me)&lt;br /&gt;You shine your light so I could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall&lt;br /&gt;Into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade away&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;Into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;Into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade away&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;Into you&lt;br /&gt;And I fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;(end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;My memories are tattooed upon my soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-677935127443358299?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/677935127443358299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/677935127443358299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/677935127443358299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/into-you.html' title='Into you'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-8014675979152490908</id><published>2010-09-28T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:40:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference</title><content type='html'>Between sympathy and empathy.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you feel as if you empathize, but actually it isn't real empathy. It's impossible to put yourself in other's shoes when you feel differently from that person at that point of time. So that's sympathy. Empathy, is really when you experience the same situation and you actually feel their pain. So there is a fine line between sympathy and empathy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, EOYs are coming in 8 days. I feel less motivated to study already. I am such a slacker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-8014675979152490908?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/8014675979152490908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8014675979152490908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8014675979152490908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/difference.html' title='The difference'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3178825681949228142</id><published>2010-09-24T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:18:45.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>I saw a Linkin Park video where a fan said: "Chester's the cutest nerd in the world", and I went "Awwwwwwwwwwww." Well, he is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Girl Guide cookies are nice, but you get tired of them after a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my parents are weird. My dad allows me to go learn guitar, but he doesn't allow me to learn E-guitar first. Excerpt: *glares at me* "Learn your acoustic guitar first!" But I wanna perform next year, ya know. Like, with a band. Although I don't think anyone'll accept me. Electric blue, blood red, and black are good colors for electric guitars, whoots. Although not all 3 at once -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3178825681949228142?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3178825681949228142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3178825681949228142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3178825681949228142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2306725665138604689</id><published>2010-09-21T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:04:28.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>I've let go already. Strangely I don't feel anything. I am emotionless. I am a freak. &lt;div&gt;Ok. I feel like drinking..... Vine. Lol. Lame joke, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was quite okay. I folded cranes for fun and wasted Kaining's pens' ink. I tore a gigantic square of paper out of a foolscap and made it into a crane, then Jingyu did something to it to make it have a weird head and a horizontal tail -_o then he called it a pterodactyl. -.- Lame. And I swear that that creepy guy is stalking me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2306725665138604689?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2306725665138604689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2306725665138604689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2306725665138604689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7877635047661078871</id><published>2010-09-20T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:08:21.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Given up</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of feeling&lt;div&gt;Is there nothing you can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this arm away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm suffocating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's how I feel like right now. But you know me, I'm not very emotional. Or rather I just don't break down that much. I suppose one day, all the hate I'm holding is going to rise up, like bitter bile, and engulf myself, and the people surrounding me. I need a dose of care and respect. Is that why I do things for attention? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know when this will all end, and when I'm going to be free from all expectations and just live my life the way I want it, without anybody demanding things from me that I know are impossible for me to accomplish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate responsibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7877635047661078871?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7877635047661078871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/given-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7877635047661078871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7877635047661078871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/given-up.html' title='Given up'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3699647505664945238</id><published>2010-09-16T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:36:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>Notice, that the word "jealousy" contains the word "lousy". Which is what I'm feeling. This all-consuming jealousy is making me depressed. Of course, I was deluding myself that I actually had a chance, however tiny it was. But this was probably to be expected. &lt;div&gt;I have to talk to myself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You probably knew that this was coming. You saw it, just this week. You didn't think anything of it. Now you're wondering what he sees in her that you don't have, and the curiosity and envy is burning you alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The urge to know, also known as "curiosity", killed more than the cat. It killed a lot of things, with you. Killed your emotions, for one. Killed your sense of self-preservation. Killed your identity. You feel like a free-floating ghost, even though you are not dead. Yet. You feel like killing yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are self-centered, like 99% of the people in this world. You think people pay attention to you, but in reality you are but another idiot that deserves death. World's overpopulated, you wanna do your part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now you've calmed down. And debated the finer points of suicide. You feel better, and want a go again even if you know you'll just be hurt. So you know the best way to go is to get pissed and be violent, because you excel at that and it's the only way out that you know. Good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards, yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3699647505664945238?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3699647505664945238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3699647505664945238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3699647505664945238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4599428341159777306</id><published>2010-09-15T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:08:15.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 8</title><content type='html'>Your favourite internet friends-&lt;div&gt;Dear whoever you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards, Hanzhang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now for stupid stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Contemporary dance thing during assembly. At first I thought it looked quite fun. Until the "interactive session" that they always have for some reason. Richard Chow went up. And then he just had to call me. And I, like the idiot I am, just couldn't resist going up. And so now Zhang laoshi thinks I'm Richard's BFF. WTH. So, fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today sucks so far. Why can't that idiot just lay off me for a day. God. I already told him that I don't like him. And Huiping thinks he is creepy and pale. I feel so unlucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4599428341159777306?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4599428341159777306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4599428341159777306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4599428341159777306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-8.html' title='day 8'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4802243281572206401</id><published>2010-09-09T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:15:18.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep. I'm supposed to be doing ACE project, but I'm just slacking/mapling here. I want foood. Argh. I'm not thinking clearly now. Lets request leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4802243281572206401?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4802243281572206401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/zzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4802243281572206401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4802243281572206401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/zzz.html' title='Zzz'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1522842923278087198</id><published>2010-09-08T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:40:49.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The catalyst!</title><content type='html'>New blogskin. I like the fact that it doesn't openly proclaim to be a Linkin Park skin, cos I don't like to be seen as a delusional fangirl. &lt;div&gt;So now I shall do my homework, I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1522842923278087198?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1522842923278087198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/catalyst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1522842923278087198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1522842923278087198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/catalyst.html' title='The catalyst!'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2282327351846693880</id><published>2010-09-07T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:48:28.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear god not again.</title><content type='html'>Raging hormones suck. Really. Pimples, hair sprouting, and other disgusting stuff like that. Oh, and starting to notice the opposite sex. My laptop is running out of battery. Sometimes I wish that I had mind reading powers. But I'd only find out stuff that I really wouldn't want to know about. &lt;div&gt;So it's best just to leave it this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2282327351846693880?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2282327351846693880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-dear-god-not-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2282327351846693880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2282327351846693880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-dear-god-not-again.html' title='Oh dear god not again.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2224655922818393092</id><published>2010-09-06T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:37:20.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Day 7- Your ex-crush&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear ex-crush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know why I used to like you. You're an immature freak who likes to act mature, and you disgust me with your childish acts. And you're older than me. Shouldn't you be growing up? Oh, I get it. Some people's brains don't grow when they're going through puberty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a freaking life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhou Hanzhang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2224655922818393092?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2224655922818393092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2224655922818393092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2224655922818393092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1882935631221663945</id><published>2010-09-04T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:32:04.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be bothered.</title><content type='html'>Day 6: A stranger&lt;div&gt;Dear stranger(s),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you all have lives that I only come into for a fleeting moment. I don't want to make an impact on your lives anyway, so no hard feelings. However, if you were the one who stole my handphone and my book, and if I ever know, I will hunt you down and fucking kill you. God. You all suck balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate, Platypus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1882935631221663945?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1882935631221663945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-be-bothered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1882935631221663945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1882935631221663945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-be-bothered.html' title='I can&apos;t be bothered.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3254503171916153636</id><published>2010-09-01T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:34:44.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me</title><content type='html'>I don't seem to cry at emotional hurt anymore. Maybe too much time of being cooped up at home and a lack of social interaction makes you emotionless and unable to feel anything anymore. &lt;div&gt;On a side note, I hate the person who took my library book and didn't return it. What fucking use do you have for it anyway? You motherfucking asshole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another side note, Vampires Suck is hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3254503171916153636?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3254503171916153636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3254503171916153636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3254503171916153636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6690700051251950210</id><published>2010-08-29T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:46:34.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIP day</title><content type='html'>Well, CIP at Raffles Institution was quite fun, I guess. Helping people indirectly through folding paper cranes is the best I can do for charity, I guess, even though my cranes had gigantic heads and really tiny wings. I agree with Huiping; those guys at Raffles are really pnerdly(pimply AND nerdly. They look as if they were the last in line to get chins and first in line for Adam's apples. The general effect is that of a tall stick insect. Bleh. I guess testosterone and testosterone just don't get along well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day5 - My dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear dreams:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can I not recall you at all? Sure, I remember the alien guerilla mercenaries and the cat on a piece of playground floor in the middle of the sea, but the rest of the time, all I get is feelings of deja vu, like I've dreamt this before, but I can only remember that I've actually dreamt about this before. So, dreams, next time I hope I could just remember you &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; the bad things happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, The Platypus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6690700051251950210?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6690700051251950210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/cip-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6690700051251950210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6690700051251950210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/cip-day.html' title='CIP day'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-8545840723002180336</id><published>2010-08-27T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:16:03.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You reap what you grow</title><content type='html'>Not again. I don't know why I keep coming back to this. People who know... Shhh. For the time being, I feel like being randomly violent. I don't even know why I'm like this. Not much, is he. So... Let's see for now. I shall carry on with my quest for guitar learning. I think electric guitars are like the coolest thing ever. &lt;div&gt;Day 4  Closest relative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear cousin （周佳玮）,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're probably my closest relative, although not in distance. :/ I know you can't see this since Google's banned from China, but still. Thanks for sharing my toddler years with me, and being very excited whenever I come over. You're my only relative that is the same age as me (8 days younger!) and has a mindset similar to mine (although no, I DO NOT LIKE TWILIGHT. YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-8545840723002180336?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/8545840723002180336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-reap-what-you-grow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8545840723002180336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8545840723002180336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-reap-what-you-grow.html' title='You reap what you grow'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6449082939865474066</id><published>2010-08-24T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:37:42.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3- Your parents&lt;div&gt;Oh. This is... :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate all the care that you've given me over the years. It isn't your fault that I'm like this failure now, but you two could do me a favour and not compare me with other people. I am myself. I am like this because of your genes combining. So I am like you two. So it is natural that I'll fare worse than other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm contradicting myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you won't care about me so much in the future, so I won't feel this nagging guilt all the time that I'm not living up to your expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; 含章  启 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6449082939865474066?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6449082939865474066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6449082939865474066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6449082939865474066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-806359788249117204</id><published>2010-08-22T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:30:35.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>I love puggles! Puggles are baby platypuses. Awwww :3 &lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: Your crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear crush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether you exist yet. So, to the many candidates for my crush... Thanks for giving me something to distract me during boring maths lessons. Please don't disappoint me by doing stupid stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm. That's all I can say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Platypus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veery short letter. Again. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-806359788249117204?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/806359788249117204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/806359788249117204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/806359788249117204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-73809610617579559</id><published>2010-08-21T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:40:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>I think I have problems with expressing myself clearly enough. &lt;div&gt;AND THE BOOK. IF SOMEONE STEALS IT I WILL KILL MYSELF. GG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I managed to download a lot of songs today. And my parents are at work. So, hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't figured out a way to control my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's be angry, and leave it at that, I guess.&lt;/div&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/3126912066191440825-73809610617579559?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/73809610617579559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/73809610617579559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/73809610617579559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6670138196236465166</id><published>2010-08-20T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:27:05.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy luck</title><content type='html'>I've had really crappy luck recently... Or rather, just today. I lost a library book IN THE TOILET OMGWTFBBQI'MDEAD, and got a REALLY F*CKING CRAPPY SCORE FOR PHYSICS. IT'S THE WEEKEND OMG HOW AM I GOING TO GET IT BACK. FCKFCKFCKFCK KFCKFC :/ Not to mention hormonal problems too. I hate today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6670138196236465166?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6670138196236465166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/crappy-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6670138196236465166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6670138196236465166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/crappy-luck.html' title='Crappy luck'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2283677950893882202</id><published>2010-08-19T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:43:35.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 day letter challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;30 day letter challenge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I shall do it as I want to practice writing and emotive skills, I guess. I can't keep it up for 30 days in a row, but I shall write every time I blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-stroke- -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;color:rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align: baseline;border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial;outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="border-style:initial;border-color:initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial; outline-font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-color: windowtext; border-right-color: windowtext; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-left- border-top-width: 1pt; border-right-width: 1pt; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;color:windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here goes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 1- My best friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Who are my best friends? I don't really know, because I've never tried to define anyone as one. I guess Jing Yee and Siyao, because they are the people I've known for the longest time and go out frequently with, and Debbie, because she's the one I tell all my secrets to first and can empathize, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#454545;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Dear best friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#454545;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've known you all for a relatively long time, and I should say thank you for all the times we've been through, whether they were happy, sad, or extremely embarrassing. Thanks for listening to all my moaning when I was emo, and giving me advice. I know I've done many stupid things in my life, and thanks for not running far, far away from me when you had a chance. But seriously. You should. Just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#454545;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Good luck with your future endeavours, and remember to wish me good luck for my ridiculous escapades. See you in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#454545;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *bleh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#454545;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Regards ,Hanzhang the Platypus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:8.4pt;margin-left:0cm; line-height:12.6pt;vertical-align:baseline;border-style:initial;border-color: initial;outline-width: 0px;outline-style: initial;outline- font-style:inheritcolor:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#454545;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What a short letter. But you guys know me right. I'm not the kind who goes for long letters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2283677950893882202?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2283677950893882202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-day-letter-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2283677950893882202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2283677950893882202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-day-letter-challenge.html' title='The 30 day letter challenge'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3932120866552017281</id><published>2010-08-19T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:47:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Crap.&lt;div&gt;I don't know who I like now. There are many candidates, some less likely than the others. I don't know why I'm feeling like this. Maybe it's the backlash from &lt;i&gt;that person&lt;/i&gt;. I know I don't have a chance, but something's holding me back from detaching myself from him completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate emotions. I'm tired of all the shallow crap that's happening around me every day. I'm tired of the voices, insinuating their way into my head, killing me from the inside. It feels as if I'm devoid of a soul. Maybe I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3932120866552017281?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3932120866552017281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3932120866552017281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3932120866552017281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4573308097944452060</id><published>2010-08-17T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:33:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Today's PE was quite fun. Although heading and chesting the football was too much for me. Obviously girls can't do chesting, duh, and heading the ball made me lose quite a lot of brain cells, I think. My head was ringing after it hit my forehead. But at least it went the right direction. I think I'm a bit too kanchiong when kicking the ball, cos it always flies quite far away, and Wangzhi has to run after it. She did the same to me also, so never mind.&lt;div&gt;I have no motivation to do homework. OH I REMEMBER WHAT I NEED TO DO NOW. SONGS SONGS SONGS YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3126912066191440825-4573308097944452060?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4573308097944452060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4573308097944452060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4573308097944452060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-63114755737699130</id><published>2010-08-10T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:26:14.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME BAND</title><content type='html'>Mindless Self Indulgence is an awesome band. &lt;div&gt;Stupid MF is an awesome song. Although it is vulgar. Not for little children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shan't post the lyrics. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel much better these days. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though that word is still there. Meh. Can't remove it now anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be doing my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Takes a deep breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I don't care anymore. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was quite epic. Although I suck at goalkeeping. Maybe I should just sit in front of the goal post next time and block like 80% of the goals. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-63114755737699130?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/63114755737699130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/63114755737699130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/63114755737699130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-band.html' title='AWESOME BAND'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7033907936725063209</id><published>2010-08-06T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:50:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddamit</title><content type='html'>Goddamit. My life is so screwed up right now. I feel like killing somebody. &lt;div&gt;I mean, getting ignored is fine by me. But I think I've just made enemies of a lot of people who might chase me down and kill me. Do I avoid them, or do I hunt them down first? Although I can't defeat all of them by myself, I should probably amass an army of sympathizers now. Like, right now. So I don't get killed first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm now like, WTF did I get myself into &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; time? One bloody can of cat food and you want to become a homicidal freak. Goodness. Is it so horrible? Are you suffering from some kinda mental trauma? From what I know, guys don't harbor grudges so easily, but in your case? My god. What the hell is wrong with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7033907936725063209?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7033907936725063209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/goddamit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7033907936725063209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7033907936725063209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/goddamit.html' title='Goddamit'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3746483018092667633</id><published>2010-08-05T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:07:00.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Continued from last post. Don't read this if you haven't read the last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I feel wronged. I mean, the 本人probably doesn't even care(or might be seriously emo and pissed off, I don't care, you can go jump off 3.6M high walls.), why do y'all have to come and mob me... Which was why I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; left sch as fast as humanely possible today cos I was traumatised by the fanclub of screaming harpies. I know you're all righteously indignant, but... He's a guy. Guy's aren't that sensitive and won't go cry into their pillows when people say they're a cat. AND I WASN'T IMPLYING THAT HE WAS A CAT AND HAD TO GO EAT CAT FOOD OKAY. I fed the cat food to a stray cat. No rubbish left. So I'm not doing a crime or anything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think the people who came to apologise were quite brave... Thanks, but they're still pissed, I think. I shall get to 3K by the other staircase next time cos I don't wanna go past 3L already... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3746483018092667633?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3746483018092667633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/continuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3746483018092667633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3746483018092667633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/continuation.html' title='Continuation'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5458910566897884447</id><published>2010-08-05T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:17:23.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird day</title><content type='html'>Weird day it has been. And I have realised.... A lot of stuff. &lt;div&gt;First I get stormed by 10+ 3L girls. Then I got all jittery during chinese test cos I realised I just made enemies of around half of 3L. And after that, 3 girls, also from 3L, including Wendy, came to apologise for the mob. Sorry if I sound biased against the mob, but seriously... Also, that's the 2nd SE person I've made an enemy of. And for the root person in this mess... Let's just forget it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5458910566897884447?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5458910566897884447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5458910566897884447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5458910566897884447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-day.html' title='Weird day'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2285731744593621710</id><published>2010-08-04T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:07:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat food</title><content type='html'>Cat food. &lt;div&gt;Yes. I actually bought a can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't have kitty treats though. Sad, ain't it. I love kitty treats. Fine. Kitties love kitty treats. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when my parents aren't home. I can do things like... Um... Turn on the computer for 2 hours running... I have no life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I think I have a lot of mood swings. Hmm... I think I shall be a goth. Buy more black colored clothes, perhaps. I have a cross-shaped cut on my arm. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my brain is dysfunctional. I have instincts to write random stuff going through my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is, I guess, what my journal is for, not my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2285731744593621710?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2285731744593621710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/cat-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2285731744593621710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2285731744593621710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/cat-food.html' title='Cat food'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6905158513496849762</id><published>2010-08-03T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:36:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What is my purpose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The more I detach myself from this society, the more I realise that we're just machines of the state, studying, all the time, to work for the nation like the good little machines we are when we grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Come to think of it, the whole world is pointless. Have you ever felt that no matter what you do, you'd still be trapped inside this never-ending web of lies and deceit? It's a world within a universe, within another universe, within a never-ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; of universes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; We'd never get to know about it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; never get to know about it all.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm selfish. But isn't that what the creator of the universe intended? For selfish little humans to build walls around their minds and not to see the emptiness in their pointless lives.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There is nowhere to get away from all of this. Everything, and I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; that ever existed, even insubstantial thoughts, ideas and emotions, will be stuck, in this terrible place. There's nowhere to run. No place to hide. Incarceron. Except that this time, it is the entire, infinite universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6905158513496849762?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6905158513496849762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6905158513496849762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6905158513496849762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/08/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1207590721254811342</id><published>2010-07-31T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:44:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid me</title><content type='html'>Stupid me. I go on the computer with a purpose at first, but then I see Facebook, then I forget all about it. It's like some kinda memory-erasin' drug.&lt;div&gt;Now I don't feel like doing whatever it was that I wanted to do. Argh. I wish I could be more decisive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1207590721254811342?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1207590721254811342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/stupid-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1207590721254811342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1207590721254811342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid me'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5935738963537368144</id><published>2010-07-29T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:46:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go of the past</title><content type='html'>It's time to let go. Probably. Depends on whether I have the willpower or not. Still. See first.&lt;br /&gt;About the guy who likes me... Just stop harping on it. It's quite irritating.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to change blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I have new glasses which go well with the middle finger. :P&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. My life is quite screwed up right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just listened to Linkin Park's "Given Up". Saw a comment that said "that long ass scream is﻿ fucking inhuman i swear". I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;/|5|\ cats now. You catch planes, I count cats. €.€ cool emoticon, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to be happier from now on.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5935738963537368144?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5935738963537368144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-go-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5935738963537368144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5935738963537368144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-go-of-past.html' title='Let go of the past'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5240956756977667157</id><published>2010-07-24T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:14:34.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pupil dilation</title><content type='html'>Well... The only thing I can say about my eye check-up yesterday is that it was ... Weird. And traumatizing.&lt;br /&gt;1st traumatizing thing: My eye pressure needed to be measured. That machine blasted air into my eyes and shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd traumatizing thing: Got pupils dilated. It was really painful. And I can't look at the light any more. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5240956756977667157?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5240956756977667157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/pupil-dilation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5240956756977667157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5240956756977667157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/pupil-dilation.html' title='Pupil dilation'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2594454920556135350</id><published>2010-07-22T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:54:57.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAUMA</title><content type='html'>Oh the trauma. I found out yesterday that somebody likes me. But my heart belongs with another. *ahem* So... I'm traumatized because I think that person is a total retard. I only like guys who are smart and not socially retarded. For those people who follow my blog frequently, you'll probably know who I'm talking about. For both statements. You knokw, I should stop being nice to retards... Because I seem to attract crazy people and retards all the time...&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway. I should change blogskin...  And tomorrow I'm missing half my lessons because I'll be seeing a optometrist or whatever you call eye doctors. Finally. Lets hope there is some salvation still for my left eye. I know you're traumatized too after reading the first part of my blog post, so I shall end here and leave you mulling over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2594454920556135350?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2594454920556135350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/trauma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2594454920556135350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2594454920556135350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/trauma.html' title='TRAUMA'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4657169233153466949</id><published>2010-07-15T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:51:49.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was slacking :O</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I went with Rachel, Aiyi and Debbie to buy stuff for our seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we bought(not including Xiaomin's tasks):&lt;br /&gt;Dionne: Blue strappy dress and Super Junior stuff&lt;br /&gt;Zhening: Cute white bag with black hearts :D&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Cool brown bag&lt;br /&gt;Darryl TANG CHUN TAT.: Black with white stripes hoodie. M sized. I think he can wear because the shoulders can fit me. So should fit him. Unless I is smaller than him... o.o Mann I wants a hoodie too.&lt;br /&gt;Hong Ling: Super Junior stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Misc: Gift bags&lt;br /&gt;For myself by myself: A cat soft toy and HAPPY BEER PHONE STRAP. NOW I MATCH WITH MY COUSIN! :D so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4657169233153466949?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4657169233153466949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-slacking-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4657169233153466949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4657169233153466949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-was-slacking-o.html' title='I was slacking :O'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1342690342187286901</id><published>2010-06-26T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:57:56.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief encounters of the 5th phone</title><content type='html'>I lost my phone today. It cost $589. I only bought it last week.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself. Because I didn't take my dad's advice and put it in a pouch. Because I didn't check my pocket when I was going out of the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate the world. Why are there so many unkind people in the world? Why did they have to claim my phone for their own? They took out the SIM card and ran off. Because my phone was reachable until 3pm, then it couldn't. Is it so hard to keep your disgusting little hands off my phone? WOULD IT KILL YOU TO HAVE SOME MORALS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to buy expensive things ever again. The more you have, the more chance there is that you'll lose something, and the more you'll regret it. This doesn't only apply to phones.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just unlucky and the world is a vortex of unhappiness. One day, all the frustrations we pour at the universe will make it explode. And we'll get what we want and deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1342690342187286901?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1342690342187286901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/06/brief-encounters-of-5th-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1342690342187286901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1342690342187286901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/06/brief-encounters-of-5th-phone.html' title='Brief encounters of the 5th phone'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-475958900221710132</id><published>2010-06-20T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:08:49.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML.</title><content type='html'>I hate my life. Every time when something goes right in my life, and I feel great, life has to remind me that I have some important things undone. And I have to go do it and it makes me feel horrible. I hate my IDMI group members.&lt;br /&gt;On to other stuff... I'm going to buy my new Nokia X6 phone later... Will cost &lt;strike&gt;me&lt;/strike&gt; my dad $589. I feel kinda guilty, because it's father's day and my dad has to give me $589 to buy a phone D: But he says he'd promised it so he has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work harder next term so I can repay my dad. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-475958900221710132?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/475958900221710132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/06/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/475958900221710132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/475958900221710132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/06/fml.html' title='FML.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-8175485696138104660</id><published>2010-06-13T15:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:28:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>china photo post</title><content type='html'>Parts 1 of 2 of China pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSkhWO_3yI/AAAAAAAAALA/0KrQyON7I7c/s1600/Image0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSkhWO_3yI/AAAAAAAAALA/0KrQyON7I7c/s320/Image0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482187539227860770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSkhOC0RyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yayBENcAVug/s1600/Image0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSkhOC0RyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yayBENcAVug/s320/Image0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482187537029285666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;表妹小文文&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSj3nFNZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UENIp3ChtJE/s1600/Image0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSj3nFNZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/UENIp3ChtJE/s320/Image0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482186822195701602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSj3XakLEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QFio-KaoNdc/s1600/Image0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSj3XakLEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QFio-KaoNdc/s320/Image0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482186817990306882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very nice looking graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShRT2nVKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9XnfI_IrFjA/s1600/Image0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShRT2nVKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9XnfI_IrFjA/s320/Image0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482183965175927970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShQ1uL7mI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1EQxoqQoe9Y/s1600/Image0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShQ1uL7mI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1EQxoqQoe9Y/s320/Image0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482183957087514210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShQjdy0JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pBNGQjgcuhk/s1600/Image0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShQjdy0JI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pBNGQjgcuhk/s320/Image0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482183952186921106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShQcDqOEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2ACXpnxCNbM/s1600/Image0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShQcDqOEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2ACXpnxCNbM/s320/Image0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482183950198257730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShP84bTsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QBZ-n2FO-Y8/s1600/Image0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBShP84bTsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QBZ-n2FO-Y8/s320/Image0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482183941829643970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgN8GJNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f6tO2sGwpuE/s1600/Image0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgN8GJNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f6tO2sGwpuE/s320/Image0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482182807747376674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgNYWdzNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2ILAzuKGIl4/s1600/Image0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgNYWdzNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2ILAzuKGIl4/s320/Image0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482182798152158418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some herb farm near my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgMzfvRWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GyFfyHDTk6o/s1600/Image0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgMzfvRWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GyFfyHDTk6o/s320/Image0312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482182788258940258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgMaDaxXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SBeLMjcF08M/s1600/Image0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgMaDaxXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SBeLMjcF08M/s320/Image0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482182781429269874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgL3OeCBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VwVQ43POPjs/s1600/Image0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSgL3OeCBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VwVQ43POPjs/s320/Image0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482182772080379922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;河&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSc_OudQAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wXXcfTOE628/s1600/Image0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSc_OudQAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wXXcfTOE628/s320/Image0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482179256515379202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的堂弟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSc-qeL_GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/83iLPlXADtU/s1600/Image0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSc-qeL_GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/83iLPlXADtU/s320/Image0308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482179246783462498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三叔。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-8175485696138104660?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/8175485696138104660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/06/china-photo-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8175485696138104660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8175485696138104660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/06/china-photo-post.html' title='china photo post'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/TBSkhWO_3yI/AAAAAAAAALA/0KrQyON7I7c/s72-c/Image0323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3446737691656756560</id><published>2010-05-26T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:10:27.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAY OH HAPPIEST DAY.</title><content type='html'>I will officially name this a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;1. Wang Zhi kindly paced me during 2.4km run, and I ran 17 minutes+! YAY. HUGE IMPROVEMENT. AND I PASSED. AND I DON'T NEED TO RUN FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. I am spamming caps. Heh. Thanks Wang Zhi!!!! :D Congrats, you got your gold for NAPFA and a 3.8 GPA!!! :D Man, I think 2.4 run is like walking to Wang Zhi. She was running BACKWARDS and JUMPING. To get me to run faster... =.= She also said during the run:"我们北方人是坚强的！快走！" Epic.&lt;br /&gt;2. Got my 3.67 GPA!!!! Yay!!!! I hope my dad buys me a new phone because of this... But he says that he spent 3700 dollars on car insurance already and doesn't want to deplete his wallet. &lt;br /&gt;But... He earns 8000+ every month...&lt;br /&gt;3. Black nail polish. Thanks, Qijin! I'm going to wear it to China.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seaweed chicken. And coffee. And Miranda orange, though I threw it away. &lt;br /&gt;5. Open house deco. Guzheng outing. I vote for Zheng chalet+BBQ+KBOX!!!!!! YAY!!!! Especially Kbox. I suddenly want to sing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Going to China tomorrow. I miss my cousins and my grandparents!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3446737691656756560?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3446737691656756560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-day-oh-happiest-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3446737691656756560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3446737691656756560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-day-oh-happiest-day.html' title='HAPPY DAY OH HAPPIEST DAY.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3275083619542598360</id><published>2010-05-23T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:31:24.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbasses.</title><content type='html'>Well, the level experience was not much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Signature hunt was embarrassing, cos we had to sit on each other's laps and sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."&lt;br /&gt;We won the hankercheif game, cos the oppositon(3E) had a lot of blur people who targeted their out team.&lt;br /&gt;The second game was charades. That guy from 3A was O.o, because when he was acting out a famous person, he pointed at me. I was like O.o, then someone shouted "MAO ZEDONG!". Okay. I didn't know I was such a famous chinese. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Third game was dodgeball. Some guy threw the ball really hard at my boobs. So I just went "Ow", and got off. Heh. I fail at dodgeball.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid "Gala" dinner. We were the last to take our food. And the stupid Chinese opera antenna things were stupid. And Louis stripped in front of all the teachers. And Peter and Arthur.... What is this I don't even... Hi-fucking-larious.&lt;br /&gt;So after we(Kaiyi, Meiyou, Yihfang and me) got to the chalet... I knocked on the door 3 times, cos that's what the others were superstitious about. No, ghosts didn't come. Nor zombies. Nor cockroaches. Then we found out that our room was connected to Cassandra+Yuxin+Chinhui+Looihan's room, so we made full use of it. After MOST OF US showered, they went out to buy snacks and I stayed. To shower. So I got a chicken pot noodle thing. So I ate it. We watched Where Got Ghost halfway, then, because of piracy, the movie died on us. So we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Then we woke up. Brush teeth, wash face, stuff things in bag, etc. Went to beach. Had a not very satisfactory breakfast. Went to build the sandcastle. We didn't win. We didn't get any form of recognition at all. Even though every one of us were burnt and tired. So I only gained a really bad sunburn and a headache from the whole sandcastle thing. And Daryl kept annoying me. So I just kicked sand at him. Jing Yu was like: "Good one." Hah. Inurfayc, Daryl. Idiot. So after that we went to Parkway Parade Macdonalds to eat lunch. Met Valerie. Drama queen. And after that I went home.&lt;br /&gt;So, my dad was back from Saudi Arabia, and HE BOUGHT ME A PAIR OF REEBOK SHOES OMG. First good thing he'd done in a lot of years. And then I told him I got quite good grades this term(3A+s, 2As, 1B) and he was like:   没白买。 And he gave me back my laptop. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3275083619542598360?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3275083619542598360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/dumbasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3275083619542598360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3275083619542598360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/dumbasses.html' title='Dumbasses.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2319285983753277078</id><published>2010-05-19T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:24:39.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of level exp.</title><content type='html'>I gotta new blogskin! Okay, okay, I know it's small. But it's nice. especially 'cos the dragon has a scarf &lt;3 yay.&lt;br /&gt;Today was more fun than yesterday. I dunno why. I liked making the pineapple tarts... I made one like a cat's head. But it was without the filling. Kebayarobics was damned tiring, we danced for like 2 hours straight. The stretching exercises were fun because that's one of my specialties. Even thought I'm not into dancing or anything. Just naturally boneless.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought an orange earpiece via Wang zi online just now. I hope it's nice :D It's only $7.50, and the shops nearby sell 'em for $9.90 cheapest. I'd guess that that's a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2319285983753277078?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2319285983753277078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/2nd-day-of-level-exp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2319285983753277078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2319285983753277078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/2nd-day-of-level-exp.html' title='2nd day of level exp.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-301915690033590380</id><published>2010-05-18T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:36:59.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st fay of level camp, wait no, experience.</title><content type='html'>So... the first day of level camp... Oh wait, it's level EXPERIENCE. It sucketh. It sucketh to the verily depths of hell. My classmates mostly ignore me. Or maybe I ignore them. I don't know. But it still sucks. About the only thing i was happy about today was my henna tattoo, cos it has spikes. I think spikes are me. Our group was extremely fail, what with Liu Chao saying that he'd never lost before in Chinese chess, then losing three times in a row. And the spinning top thing... *facepalm* But the sausage bun was nice. Even though it was probably full of preservatives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-301915690033590380?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/301915690033590380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-fay-of-level-camp-wait-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/301915690033590380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/301915690033590380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-fay-of-level-camp-wait-no.html' title='1st fay of level camp, wait no, experience.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-656707184260773706</id><published>2010-05-12T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:32:24.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't whine.</title><content type='html'>What makes you have the right to criticize other people when you are the same? We're similar. Just because in your eyes I'm a total retard doesn't mean you have to use sarcasm at me all the time and insult me. I have feelings too, even if I'm just a... thing to you. A thing which you use as a punching bag, of sorts. What is the point? What did I ever do to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-656707184260773706?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/656707184260773706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-whine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/656707184260773706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/656707184260773706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-whine.html' title='don&apos;t whine.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6907476929555813221</id><published>2010-04-23T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:40:35.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dislike you!</title><content type='html'>These days I am hated by my class. Okay, even though I was slightly despised in 2C last year, it's not to the extent with 3G, this year. I don't even have friends. No offence to people who consider me their friend, but I don't know you that well. I hate some people in this class with an intensity that I didn't know was capable of. But then, I guess it's my fault. I forgive you sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being a self centered bitch these days, to people whom I moaned to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6907476929555813221?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6907476929555813221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dislike-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6907476929555813221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6907476929555813221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dislike-you.html' title='I dislike you!'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3729708330292342714</id><published>2010-04-08T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:28:27.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S72hou1qgVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uy1UnKgGToU/s1600/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S72hou1qgVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uy1UnKgGToU/s320/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457696044582863186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3729708330292342714?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3729708330292342714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/04/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3729708330292342714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3729708330292342714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/04/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S72hou1qgVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/uy1UnKgGToU/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2791776546100296149</id><published>2010-03-28T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:01:23.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living is a crime?</title><content type='html'>You know, I can prove that living, in Singapore, is a crime. This is because they do not let bikers ride on the pavements, but ENCOURAGE them to ride on the roads instead. So in that case, it's okay to kill bikers but it's not okay to injure pedestrians slightly. What kind of convoluted logic IS this? Singapore non-biker logic, obviously. This is transportism! You cannot discriminate against people by their preferred choice of transport! All of us have rights to live, whatever transport we take!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2791776546100296149?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2791776546100296149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/living-is-crime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2791776546100296149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2791776546100296149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/living-is-crime.html' title='Living is a crime?'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5220873583372482290</id><published>2010-03-23T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:54:26.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACE</title><content type='html'>I hate the genocide people. One, because they have no pity on other people. Two, they're out to give us more homework so all us homework doing wussies can go and die. Okay, I'm off to die now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5220873583372482290?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5220873583372482290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/ace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5220873583372482290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5220873583372482290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/ace.html' title='ACE'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3279046230034886774</id><published>2010-03-22T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:38:28.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post! And the debut of the Stickman comix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6c6PMSSiPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eAtkBDWBrRk/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6c6PMSSiPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eAtkBDWBrRk/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451389906625661170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100th post! And the debut of the Stickman comix!&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3279046230034886774?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3279046230034886774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/100th-post-and-debut-of-stickman-comix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3279046230034886774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3279046230034886774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/100th-post-and-debut-of-stickman-comix.html' title='100th post! And the debut of the Stickman comix'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6c6PMSSiPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eAtkBDWBrRk/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-726098684860389844</id><published>2010-03-19T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:11:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more post to 100!</title><content type='html'>One more post to 100 posts!&lt;br /&gt;My encounter with the chinese test this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;A wild CHINESE TEST  appeared! HANZHANG used NO REVISION! Nothing happened! Wild CHINESE TEST  used 公函题！It's super effective! HANZHANG fainted.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon FTW &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-726098684860389844?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/726098684860389844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-more-post-to-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/726098684860389844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/726098684860389844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-more-post-to-100.html' title='1 more post to 100!'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1054393659090818231</id><published>2010-03-18T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:35:11.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFFUUUUU2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6IrFmjz3zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pDditVtzSXM/s1600-h/FFFFFUUUUUU2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6IrFmjz3zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pDditVtzSXM/s320/FFFFFUUUUUU2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449965874321809202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd FFFFUUUUU comic!&lt;br /&gt;Just a basic rending of my screwed life and my procrastination... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Click the image to see it full size.&lt;br /&gt;PLS TAG AND COMMENT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1054393659090818231?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1054393659090818231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/ffffuuuuu2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1054393659090818231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1054393659090818231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/ffffuuuuu2.html' title='FFFFUUUUU2'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6IrFmjz3zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pDditVtzSXM/s72-c/FFFFFUUUUUU2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7619739995941143036</id><published>2010-03-17T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:48:11.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFFFUUUUUU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6Dde-mU7rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iFCh_spniJA/s1600-h/FFFFFUUUUUU1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6Dde-mU7rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iFCh_spniJA/s320/FFFFFUUUUUU1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449599073387867826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my own FFFFFUUUUUU comic! On windows paint... =.= COMMENT PLZ! I know it's small, but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7619739995941143036?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7619739995941143036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/fffffuuuuuu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7619739995941143036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7619739995941143036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/fffffuuuuuu.html' title='FFFFFUUUUUU!'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/S6Dde-mU7rI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iFCh_spniJA/s72-c/FFFFFUUUUUU1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-8486216058462151539</id><published>2010-03-17T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:23:33.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lol-ed.</title><content type='html'>If internet porn censorship actually worked, then 90% of the internet would be unviewable.&lt;br /&gt;Rant on Tumblr: is anything actually original? 100% reblogged. This is why I use blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Lol-ed at Yahoo Answer fails.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed my blog posts are getting shorter and shorter. This is becuase NOTHING ever happens during the holidays and I have absolutely nothing worthy to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide and Happiness FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-8486216058462151539?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/8486216058462151539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-lol-ed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8486216058462151539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8486216058462151539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-lol-ed.html' title='I lol-ed.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7725350910098491400</id><published>2010-03-17T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:39:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ssssssshhhhhhhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>I keep hoping that my blog post titles actually show on my blog, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop playing maple for like 3 hours straight every time... Because I haven't started doing any of my holiday homeworks. Okay, not much link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7725350910098491400?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7725350910098491400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/ssssssshhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7725350910098491400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7725350910098491400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/ssssssshhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ssssssshhhhhhhhhhh.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-9113820675959746110</id><published>2010-03-16T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:38:16.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The horror of extension</title><content type='html'>ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;The Guzheng Year One orientation is extended to Thursday!!!! WHY?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to slack for the whole of tomorrow and suddenly I have one whole empty day ahead of me. And I'd have to fill up that emptiness with homework, obviously. I FRIGGIN'  HATE HOMEWORK! Who doesn't? Oh well. I'd just have to put up with it until I'm 22 or until I get my Masters degree in whatever subject I feel like taking. Let's see, that's 8++ year away, especially because I'm born at the end of the year and younger than everyone else. *Headdesk*.&lt;br /&gt;On to weirder grounds... I have a scaly patch on each of my arms. I'M TURNING INTO A DRAGON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. It's just because I lean my arm on tables too much. Like those calluses you develop when you play guzheng for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"Evolution, Me, And Other Freaks of Nature"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-9113820675959746110?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/9113820675959746110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/horror-of-extension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9113820675959746110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9113820675959746110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/horror-of-extension.html' title='The horror of extension'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-8916837365188045734</id><published>2010-03-12T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:00:53.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L O Led.</title><content type='html'>My dad wants me to read more logical essays instead of my beloved fantasy novels. How am I supposed to do that? Teenagers are ruled by emotions, not logic. Which explains why we are attracted to lousy Singaporean dramas and extremely dumb movies like Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;Digression: Avatar was a great movie, if you go in for great animation effects. In terms of plot and acting... Nah. It was cliche and cheesy. Oh, right, and blue skin? Please.&lt;br /&gt;And all these are caused by glands in your body. As Terry Pratchett wrote in his books, once you die and become a ghost, you can't feel strong emotions anymore because the glands you need to feel them are decomposing in your recently evacuated body. Mmmm. I like this logic.&lt;br /&gt;I liked Alice in Wonderland because it was crazy. Out of the world. Lewis Caroll was on drugs. So far that has been the only explanation for the total mindfuck that was Alice in Wonderland. But other than that, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;See, I have just proved that teenagers don't need to have reasons for their behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-8916837365188045734?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/8916837365188045734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/l-o-led.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8916837365188045734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8916837365188045734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/l-o-led.html' title='L O Led.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2694276653609587192</id><published>2010-03-11T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:53:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super LOL class outing</title><content type='html'>Okay, so in the end we didn't go with 3F. So much for pointless speculation. 13 people went for the class outing. So we dawdled in class for quite a long time before going, because my history group had to stay and do the revolution comparison thing. Alice in Wonderland was a total mindfuck. But it was good. We ate lunch at Long John Silvers' and then wandered around in Plaza Singapura for a while. I bought a ezlink sticker cos I didn't want to see my ugly picture on the ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dad said I could get an iPhone after the June Holidays!!!! Is that Heaven I see over there? WHEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2694276653609587192?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2694276653609587192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-lol-class-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2694276653609587192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2694276653609587192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-lol-class-outing.html' title='super LOL class outing'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-8443715281104525587</id><published>2010-03-10T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:23:43.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double class outing?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow 3G's going to have a movie class outing, probably at Kallang Leisure Park. We're either watching Alice in Wonderland or Percy Jackson. If you asked me, I'd rather wait until 1 April, when Clash of the Titans comes out, but these two films are okay also. The funny thing is, 3F is also having a movie class outing at the same place, and they’re going to watch Alice in Wonderland. So I’m thinking that maybe our 2 classes could get together and watch the movie together? 72 people watching a movie together. That’s like… Wow. The cinema owners are probably going to be extremely happy and rolling in cash after we leave. But I think it wouldn’t affect anything even if we didn’t have a double class outing. So I’m just speculating here. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This has been an extremely weird and pointless blog post, and I wish you a good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-8443715281104525587?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/8443715281104525587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/double-class-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8443715281104525587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8443715281104525587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/double-class-outing.html' title='double class outing?'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5372392610687517482</id><published>2010-03-09T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:19:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo? who, me?</title><content type='html'>I noticed that my blog posts are getting more and more emo recently. Well, I have no idea why. Anyway, I'm happy now, but only because I got A+ for all my science tests. My dad is pwned. Hah. But I still have no idea what I got for chinese, history and LA. I'll just hope that I did okay, then..&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;At least my blog posts aren't as emo as Jing Yee's. She's totally obsessed over the guy that dumped her in primary school... After 3 years, she still thinks of him. Now THAT'S obsessed, Jing Yee. Not me. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5372392610687517482?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5372392610687517482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/emo-who-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5372392610687517482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5372392610687517482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/emo-who-me.html' title='emo? who, me?'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6961290950778070645</id><published>2010-03-08T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:39:38.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too nice to people.</title><content type='html'>I'm too nice to people. I think I should just revert to my old ways and beat the bastards up.&lt;br /&gt;That girl who did the middle fingering in 'The Autograph Book', I kinda feel the same way. Since you all don't like me, don't pretend to. All you fakers, hypocrites and the plain heartless. It's okay. You don't have to pretend. I'm used to it. All the teasing, pointing, and laughing behind my back. Especially all those bastard guys. As if I don't know your mindsets. Yeah, go on. Insult the fat girl.&lt;br /&gt;This damn haze is making me sick.&lt;br /&gt;You could at least say thank you if people give you presents. Rude boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6961290950778070645?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6961290950778070645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-too-nice-to-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6961290950778070645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6961290950778070645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-too-nice-to-people.html' title='I&apos;m too nice to people.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-2176991673688134611</id><published>2010-03-04T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:36:05.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if.</title><content type='html'>Today sucked. What with the scraped and swollen knee, the almost failed math test, and all that crap from my father again. Yes, I told my dad that I got a C for my math test, and he freaked out, and yelled at me for not doing any of my assessment books, and hit me on my head with my math textbooks, which combined are thicker than an encyclopaedia. After that he said that all my other tests were bound to fail too, so I got really pissed and said that if I got good marks then I'd beat him. He asked what rights did I have to beat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. I said that when I did wrong he beat me, so when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was wrong, why couldn't I do the same to him? I'm not as abuseable as I was in primary school. And now he's denying that he hit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-2176991673688134611?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/2176991673688134611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2176991673688134611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/2176991673688134611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-if.html' title='As if.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-9126167058895025203</id><published>2010-02-25T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:20:38.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hah.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking lately about why people have to hide things from each other and not just say them out so their lives could be slightly easier. But I reflected a bit more, and realised that guessing is actually fun, in a way. You get to exercise your brain and fantasize. Also if everyone told everyone else their secrets, then obviously it would be a disaster for them. Like me. I happen to keep secrets from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I happen to be a almost total social outcast. Oh, but I'm totally used to it. this has been happening to me since primary school, so why shouldn't it be happening now? Oh sure, I just happen to have an antisocial force field that I can't switch off. Why blame me? Of course, I could just blame myself and say: "Why couldn't you make a little more effort to be outgoing and friendly? That way you could make friends." The problem is, I think I'm outgoing enough already. I'd rather be friends with a dog or a cat than a human. They have their *sarcasm* fun little cliques already. Why should I try to butt in at this point of time? I tried to do something similar in year 1. Didn't work, and I'm not going to try it again either. I shall just continue being antisocial. Don't try to make friends with me until I decide to stop wallowing in my self-pity, OK. It's my own decision.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hate my dad. I wish I'd pressed charges against him for child abuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-9126167058895025203?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/9126167058895025203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/02/hah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9126167058895025203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9126167058895025203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/02/hah.html' title='hah.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-9207045876442691131</id><published>2010-02-07T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:47:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>Finally after like a month, I'm back here typing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I'm back because I like typing. I don't. I'm only blogging because I have nothing to do while downloading songs. It is VERY slow. I hate this computer. And my dad doesn't allow me to use my new Sony Vaio laptop. For goodness sake, my laptop is a gazillion times faster than this, what, 8 year old computer. Ok, now I've finished bitching about the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I saw a Dragonica plush toy pack for sale at a CONVENIENCE STORE IN A PETROL STATION. What is this world coming to?? And it cost $59.90. Cheap, eh? And petrol station convenience stores sell beer and wine too. Do they encourage drink driving or something? All I can gather from this experience is that petrol station convenience are all weird in the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I wonder what I shall random about next.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why everyone goes for the CO concert but don't come for the guzheng concert. Is it because we're not popular enough? Is it because we're just a rogue branch-off of the main CO? Am I being overly cynical here? I guess it's just because we don't have the famous conductor and everything. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-9207045876442691131?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/9207045876442691131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9207045876442691131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9207045876442691131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4021182914756425499</id><published>2010-01-01T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:48:24.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff.</title><content type='html'>Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I like reading anti-twilight websites because it's such a refreshing change from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no-brained rabid fangirls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who slobber over the Twilight series. Seriously, they're like:OMG EDWARD'S SO HOT AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Plus extra exclamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;Eduh is ugly. He sucks.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, Stephenie Meyer can't write. Her characters have no depth and the conversations between Eduh and Belluh are totally puketastic. The anti twilighters write so much better. Also, they type properly, not like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no-brained rabid fangirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, I shall discontinue talking about Twilight because it's going to make me puke.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4021182914756425499?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4021182914756425499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4021182914756425499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4021182914756425499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuff.html' title='stuff.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1285737307139215489</id><published>2009-12-31T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:41:13.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguins</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48cfa9c07c3246ca/4b3c9be883deb2b8/48cfa9c07c3246ca/a7e514/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1285737307139215489?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1285737307139215489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/12/penguins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1285737307139215489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1285737307139215489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/12/penguins.html' title='Penguins'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3067934254894808128</id><published>2009-12-31T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:44:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the stuff that's happened while i wasn't posting for the last month and why won't the titles show grrrr.</title><content type='html'>All the stuff that's happened while i wasn't posting for the last month and why won't the titles show grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Malaysia:&lt;br /&gt;Visited Port Dickson, Ipoh and Penang. Bought bubble gum. And chewing gum. Port Dickson's beach has changed from the last time I was there... No more sea cucumbers.......... T.T  &lt;br /&gt;Ipoh: Home to the best 豆芽鸡, ever. *Drools*&lt;br /&gt;Penang: Visited the big temple over there. *Now 200% more commercialized.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet: Watched lotsa movies. Played cards. Ate chips. Barbecue was ok. I liked the marshmallows. Chicken was rubbery. The Wall-e DVD i brought was scratched and couldn't be played... T.T 戒色 was boring except for the sex scenes, where Justin and Kaimin watched with huge eyes. You sickos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jixun: It was ok, unlike what Debbie says. But possibly it's because I actually like playing Guzheng.  Thursday, I performed 丰收锣鼓 with Yanlei. Cui Laoshi said it was ok, not much mistakes, so... Ok. Friday, our group made sandwiches. That... Reminds... Me... WHY HAVEN'T THEY GIVEN ME MY MONEY BACK YET???? Well, the irresponsible people left me, Rachel, Rui Xian and Serene to carry all the stuff back by WALKING, while all the rest took a taxi. THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR HELP, GUYS, WE FELT SO GOOD WHEN YOU GAVE US A RIDE. IN SPIRIT, APPARENTLY. Hah, but I got my back on them later by going to the free access lab to play on the computer for like 2 hours. HA HAA. I ate too much tuna later during dinner and got a 39.4 degree Celsius fever the next morning.(But I was well enough in the afternoon to buy a laptop, because the doctor gave me 2 kinds of very strong fever medicine.) Ok, so me, Debbie, Murong, Mirabel, Yirong and Yuru went for a walk around school. Saw a frog. I tried to keep it from hopping it while other people took pictures. Having a frog on your shoe is actually fun. Or I'm just weird. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: I'm anti Twilight, cos I suddenly realised how totally bad the plot is and all the purple prose, self insertation, among others. And the total unscientificness of it all. I want to read manga, but my dad's urging me to go to sleep. I feel like staying up until 12 midnight for the new year...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye for now. I'm not going to post immature stuff again. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3067934254894808128?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3067934254894808128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-stuff-thats-happened-while-i-wasnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3067934254894808128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3067934254894808128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-stuff-thats-happened-while-i-wasnt.html' title='all the stuff that&apos;s happened while i wasn&apos;t posting for the last month and why won&apos;t the titles show grrrr.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3804047066869825733</id><published>2009-11-24T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:49:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>translators? you can keep 'em.</title><content type='html'>translators? you can keep 'em.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when "I am a cat looking at a dog" goes through google translator in various different languages:&lt;br /&gt;Spanish And Back: &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Yo soy un gato que a un perro"&gt;I'm a cat than a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="Είμαι μια γάτα από ένα σκύλο"&gt;the above phrase to greek and back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Yo soy un gato que a un perro"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="Είμαι μια γάτα από ένα σκύλο"&gt;I am a cat from a dog&lt;br /&gt;to malay, then hindi and back: I am a cat than dog&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM TRANSLATION LANGUAGES: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Ek het 'n kat Soos' n hond"&gt;I had a cat like a dog&lt;br /&gt;then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="gat Tinc un gos com un"&gt;I have a cat like a dog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Tinc un gat com un gos"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Man ir kaķis, nevis suns"&gt;I have a cat, not dog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="Man ir kaķis, ne suns"&gt;I have a cat or dog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Ik heb een vrouwelijke hond"&gt;I have a female dog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="I suka"&gt;I bitch(HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAGGFCD!!!! strangely it translates to My teef in Afrikaans)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="我的婊子"&gt;My bitch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="شکایت من است."&gt;Is my complaint.(dunno why that got in.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ok, this is stupid. lets try another phrase.&lt;br /&gt;try hello i have cow. to: Cattle are me. &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="牛の私です"&gt;Speaking of cows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Goveda su"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="ウシンスピ"&gt;Ushinsupi.?????&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="우신스삐"&gt;Woosinseuppi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="오신스삐"&gt;Ohsinseuppi.&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;translators suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="Είμαι μια γάτα από ένα σκύλο"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="I'm a cat than a dog"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&apos;em.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4547896817531801963</id><published>2009-11-11T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:52:17.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you think i'ma blog slacker?</title><content type='html'>i'm blogging, but only because everything else is loading. i guess i really don't like writing. i'm more of the reading kind. o.o i just found out that there's a site called militantplatypus. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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slacker?'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-9195846014761515591</id><published>2009-11-06T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:02:52.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the holidays? oh? whatever.</title><content type='html'>it's the holidays, but i don't feel even remotely excited. i guess it's because i'm too tired. just when i want to socialise, here comes the all-day-stay-at-home imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt;The skin of naked mole rats lacks a key &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neurotransmitter" title="Neurotransmitter"&gt;neurotransmitter&lt;/a&gt; called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Substance_P" title="Substance P"&gt;substance P&lt;/a&gt; that is responsible in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mammal" title="Mammal"&gt;mammals&lt;/a&gt; for sending &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pain" title="Pain"&gt;pain&lt;/a&gt; signals to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_nervous_system" title="Central nervous system"&gt;central nervous system&lt;/a&gt;. When naked mole rats are exposed to acid or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capsaicin" title="Capsaicin"&gt;capsaicin&lt;/a&gt;, they feel no pain. from wikipedia. i didn't know there were aliens on our world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-9195846014761515591?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/9195846014761515591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-holidays-oh-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9195846014761515591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/9195846014761515591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-holidays-oh-whatever.html' title='it&apos;s the holidays? oh? whatever.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4883427392840265486</id><published>2009-10-27T18:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:50:44.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo bloody hoo.</title><content type='html'>right now i'm opening 4 tabs. almost all to play games. hooray? you bet. now i can't connect to the blogger server. i got 1 A+ 2 As. and 3Bs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4883427392840265486?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4883427392840265486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/woo-bloody-hoo_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4883427392840265486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4883427392840265486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/woo-bloody-hoo_27.html' title='woo bloody hoo.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5308910673704644016</id><published>2009-10-27T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:49:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo bloody hoo.</title><content type='html'>right now i'm opening 4 tabs. almost all to play games. hooray? you bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5308910673704644016?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5308910673704644016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/woo-bloody-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5308910673704644016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5308910673704644016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/woo-bloody-hoo.html' title='woo bloody hoo.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3498859848729737578</id><published>2009-10-24T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:59:05.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. There are a lot of jokes about why women are better than men, and vice-versa, on the internet. If all of them are true, we're all equally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm unique, just like everyone else is.&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad is bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like crocodiles. But the feeling possibly isn't mutual.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am too bored for my own good. And I don't like bored.com.&lt;br /&gt;6. Bunny suicide!&lt;br /&gt;7. Bunny suicide is kind of sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;8. If you had another brain, it would die of loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3498859848729737578?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3498859848729737578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3498859848729737578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3498859848729737578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3105549549927050847</id><published>2009-10-21T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:32:35.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam's over!!!!</title><content type='html'>hooray. the exam's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3105549549927050847?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3105549549927050847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3105549549927050847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3105549549927050847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-over.html' title='exam&apos;s over!!!!'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7987620314562841390</id><published>2009-09-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:02:27.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love fenzu.</title><content type='html'>i love fenzu, cos during that time of mindlessly repeating various notes in a rhythmic manner, your brain just runs on autopilot. it's like letting your brain turn into soup. and then i can stop worrying about homework, grades, and the chores i have to do later. it's relaxing, at least for me. i don't know what else is relaxing. clenching my fist when i'm angry doesn't work. ooh, i found illustrations of DRAGONS!!! I &lt;3 dragons. yay!! i like stumbleupon. yay. wow. all the websites are so interesting. but most of the sites are on photoshop, which i don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7987620314562841390?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7987620314562841390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-love-fenzu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7987620314562841390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7987620314562841390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-love-fenzu.html' title='why i love fenzu.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1932795127409188649</id><published>2009-09-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:47:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could be using this time for better stuff.</title><content type='html'>you know, after hearing how Debbie rants about her life, mine seems easy in comparison. my parents don't expect me to do all the housework. i appreciate doing housework now and then, but if the parents leave it all to the eldest child to do all the housework like they can't help even a BIT, then i'd say that they've got a problem. a big problem. a GIGANTIC, HUMONGOUSLY ENORMOUS problem. i mean, i agree with what Debbie says. you can't pile it on the kid like that, you've got to first teach the skill of it. then you can let her do it sometimes when you've got IMPORTANT things to do. which does not refer to watching the TV. i mean all my bad grades are self inflicted as i waste my time. the other side of the grades curve is too little time for homework. then you get bad grades too. don't blame your child for not getting your genes in math, it's your own fault for your bad reproductive organs. i need to move this chunk of words to internet explorer, cos mozilla firefox is becoming bad lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1932795127409188649?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1932795127409188649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-could-be-using-this-time-for-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1932795127409188649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1932795127409188649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-could-be-using-this-time-for-better.html' title='i could be using this time for better stuff.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4672655331092827322</id><published>2009-08-30T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:11:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher's day..</title><content type='html'>sorry hui xin, i'm going to bring my own homemade mask: my mom's old black shirt worn like a balaclava. ok, and i doubt that i have anything to bring for the potluck, and it's too late to go and buy anything. would anyone want cucumbers? somehow, i really doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4672655331092827322?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4672655331092827322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4672655331092827322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4672655331092827322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day.html' title='teacher&apos;s day..'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-871315113751713084</id><published>2009-08-28T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:54:38.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate mopping the floor.</title><content type='html'>i hate mopping the floor. it's tiring. and this time my dad didn't even give me a warning in advance, so i wasn't mentally prepared for it. toady was tiring. during fenzu, the 3 sheng bu split up to play. so, zheng 3 had to go up to the 3rd floor carrying all the stuff: guzheng, stand, file etc. thank goodness i had the strength to carry all of them up at once. i didn't have to go down and up again.. then i mopped and wiped the floor with my knees. -.- i wonder if i have to go to pasir ris for the project tomorrow. nobody's replying me. i'll ask my dad to wake me up real early just in case. rrgh. i'm suffering from a bruise under my eye for some reason. ok, we've a guest. he looks like that guy from 爱也好，恨也好&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-871315113751713084?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/871315113751713084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-mopping-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/871315113751713084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/871315113751713084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-mopping-floor.html' title='i hate mopping the floor.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3000928649761755164</id><published>2009-08-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:18:54.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life just now</title><content type='html'>was scrubbing the floor with a wet cloth just now.that was to rid the floor of wet detergent mopping. e have to do this every week, and it's usually my dad's job but tonight he's out at some dinner, so it's my job.also, my usual job is to vacuum the floor every monday and thursday. we're clean freaks... we never ever need to sweep the floor because there's not enough dust for that. come to think of it, i don't think we ever swept the floor before... o.o but it shows that we're really clean. you could eat your dinner off the floor. but i would advise you not to because it would look stupid. not to mention that i'm not really sure whether it is clean.&lt;br /&gt;on to other things...&lt;br /&gt;today arthur sat on the 7 staple caltraps i made(and he didn't even notice). ok, that was stupid, but i was thinking: my dog, what a thick skinned idiot. the dog thing is another joke. well, he started it first. he wrote on the board: Arthur=GOD, so i drew an two way arrow depicting that the G and the D be switched places. geddit now? most people laughed like crazy when they saw it. i admit it's kind of lame... but i'm only 13. he's 14. he should know better. :D yay i can't believe i'm so young. unfortunately my age in  cynicism: probably 75 years... i behave in childish ways a lot of the time. and always after that, i think about how embarrassing it had been, then i make a face like o.o i was so retarded. so apparently i am at the stage now where i don't think about my actions and whatever, then think about it later and regret it. when i was smaller i didn't have to think about whatever it was i'd done(like peeing my pants when i was 8). possibly when i grow up i'll be able to think before doing something. so it'll save me the self humiliation afterward. i have NOT enjoyed my childhood, so i really want to grow up and get rid of my parents. i wish i had a time machine. unfortunately that does not seem to be scheduled to be appearing any time in this century at least, so i can go on wishing and nothing would happen. that brings me to the problem of whether mankind would even survive to the next century, because the newspapers are full of: WATER SHORTAGES! GLOBAL WARMING!! PLAGUE MUTATIONS!!! RUBBISH CONSUMING THE EARTH!!!! i only agree with the last one. because of all the rubbish we're crapping on paper to advertise global warming. when there is a problem, always look where the money lies. we've trained ourselves to react to money like Pavlov's dogs. salivation, hunger, greed, all that you expect to find. back to the point of money: in global warming, there's the money to make from "green" machines, building "clean" resources of energy(solar panels, geothermal energy, nuclear energy, all extremely expensive). i'm not saying that global warming doesn't exist, i'm saying the so called "global warming authoritatives" must have blown the truth up somewhat to make money on it. sorry for wasting your time on such a long, boring post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3000928649761755164?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-8944219898180231788</id><published>2009-08-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:23:01.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>i realise that i have no use for an application like twitter, because i can't articulate myself in 140 characters. but i can't write an essay length reflection either(the only person whom i know who can do that is JY who has been spilling her guts into her journal since primary school(no offense at the spill guts thing?)). i guess it's because i'm easily distracted by the attractions of the internet. while i'm blogging, i go to facebook, download songs and whatnot, so it's no wonder that given the short allowance of my time online, i can't write a decent length post(as in more than 10 lines long). i wonder if i can get a hold of my desires(that are fulfillable). ok, now i realised i made a big mistake in updating firefox, because now i can't convert and download songs. *bangs head on table for being stupid and not thinking* ok, back to the point. here's a list of my shortcomings: dishonest, lazy, greedy(really), no self-control, tendency to giggle/cackle/laugh evilly uncontrollably and have a split personality(crazy/emo, take your pick!). so now you see why i dislike myself(and dislike everyone else). ok, maybe i'm not as bad as i perceive myself to be, but i still think i'm not a good person to be with because i will annoy you. maybe it's inherited from my father(who knows?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-8944219898180231788?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/8944219898180231788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8944219898180231788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/8944219898180231788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5582388777205011412</id><published>2009-08-11T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:56:58.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tirrred...</title><content type='html'>i don't understand why my parents can watch tv for such a long time everyday and i can't even watch 5 minutes. ok, sure, thy're working adults and can enjoy privileges after, i'm sure, studying REALLY hard in their student years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5582388777205011412?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-3102777847267921483</id><published>2009-08-10T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:40:34.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid volume control, etc.</title><content type='html'>just now i opened the volume control and moved my mouse a little. unfortunately, dozens of volume control panels opened and my dad had to open the task manager to close all of them. this computer is getting more and more lag everyday, i swear. my dad thinks that a blog is for you to write essays, but unfortunately for him it's a tool for you to write about everyday things, like an online journal.&lt;br /&gt;he wants me to write about what i feel about national day.&lt;br /&gt;ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;there was the pledge thing at 8:22 p.m. i don't think us students recognise the pledge as a pledge anymore. that's because after years and years of repeating it every school day, we just don't think about it anymore. from wikitionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solemn promise to do something.&lt;br /&gt;the words of the pledge are:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We, the citizens of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;pledge ourselves as one united people,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of race, language or religion,&lt;br /&gt;to build a democratic society,&lt;br /&gt;based on justice and equality,&lt;br /&gt;so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and&lt;br /&gt;progress for our nation.&lt;/p&gt;so i'll explain what the pledge wants us to do. whoever we are, we need to build a democratic society here in Singapore, so Singapore can earn money and be a happy place. i doubt that many people have actually thought about what the pledge is, and not *oh look, they want us to say it so we'll just say it and forget about it*.&lt;br /&gt;i think the national day parade was weird. why the pole dancers? ok, so it's to show that we support sports. but why couldn't they choose something at least slightly stereotypical of sports? pole dancing originated in strip clubs, for goodness sake. maybe the organizer is a lech. or maybe the organizer gave the public(men) a poll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;handball(ol' geezers sit around tossing a ball at something)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;basketball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STRIP TEASIN' POLE DANCE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;it's obvious. but this is highly unlikely, so i still don't know why they chose it. to prevent people from flaming me, i'll just say in advance: sorry, mr. organizer and the pole dance people. also, the dancers who had red balls*snigger* sewn onto their dresses: ZOMG TUMOUROUS GROWTHS. but the rest were ok. every year i see the parade, i feel for those poor soldiers/girl guides/scouts/NPCC people/NCC people/can't remember the rest for having to stand for so long. and having to march 3.2 km.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-3102777847267921483?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/3102777847267921483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-volume-control-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3102777847267921483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/3102777847267921483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-volume-control-etc.html' title='stupid volume control, etc.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5207500987943345936</id><published>2009-08-06T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:01:33.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i really need a title?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think i have split personality disorder. i'm platypus in the morning and hanzhang at night. so now let me tell you about these two. platypus hates her parents for making her like this and knows her parents don't love her, it's just because they have a duty to take care of her until she reaches 18 and does not feel guilty. at all. in any way whatsoever. hanzhang feels guilty for all the lies platypus has told but don't really like her parents anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5207500987943345936?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5207500987943345936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-i-really-need-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5207500987943345936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5207500987943345936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-i-really-need-title.html' title='do i really need a title?'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-1140754010754134474</id><published>2009-07-25T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:05:22.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while i was jogging...</title><content type='html'>the first round: i saw a cat leap over two knee high walls in succession...&lt;br /&gt;2nd round: i forgot...&lt;br /&gt;3rd round: i saw a woman walking as if she had a really sharp stick up her bum.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like jogging(obviously) but i like to see weird and not so wonderful things when jogging is underway. but what i really, really, hate is dog owners letting their dogs pee AND poop EVERYWHERE. it makes jogging REALLY unpleasant, it does. YOU, my dear dog owner, wouldn't like to step in PEE and POOP too, right? unless, you are unbalanced, disturbed, mental, crazy, mad, insane, etc.&lt;br /&gt;i love facebook!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i digress. ahem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-1140754010754134474?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/1140754010754134474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-i-was-jogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1140754010754134474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/1140754010754134474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-i-was-jogging.html' title='while i was jogging...'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-6896435088784729491</id><published>2009-07-24T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:12:56.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo.</title><content type='html'>but before i get to the emo part, i have to say this: stupid ******* scan. it's making the computer lag like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed that recently my posts were somewhat emo and i wondered why. but i still don't know right now. but i'm guessing that it's because i'm tired. i don't know why i'm tired(really). i once stayed up until 12am to do homework and i woke up the next day at 6 am but i wasn't tired. maybe it was because i was too angry at having to stay up so late, then i forgot that i was supposed to be tired. my mind is just one big hole. back to the point... maybe my tiredness is according to my mindset. if i'm emo and lethargic, then i'll be tired. so it's a vicious cycle, because if i get depressed, then i'll get tired, which would make me more depressed, and would make me more tired, and so on and so forth. so i shouldn't get depressed in the first place. but i don't knokw what makes me depressed, so now i'm getting depressed over this. ok, this is a really roundabout and dumb post, so if you've read it all through, you're dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-6896435088784729491?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/6896435088784729491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6896435088784729491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/6896435088784729491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/emo.html' title='emo.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-5661919346690933326</id><published>2009-07-17T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:31:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>hmmm... seems that i rediscovered facebook. i think i joined up last year, but i totally forgot about it. because i didn't know which of my friends were using facebook at that time and also, the more important point was, i don't think i HAD any friends at that time. i'm a GBL. GBL: Great Big Loser. Loser: A person who fails to win. hmmm. that describes me perfectly. i'm a great big loser, mm hmm, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but the @hole thing was, the first suggestions on who to add as my friend was guess who? guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-5661919346690933326?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/5661919346690933326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5661919346690933326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/5661919346690933326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook.html' title='facebook'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-4761046242794733685</id><published>2009-07-12T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:02:35.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff. again.</title><content type='html'>just now i cycled to Labrador nature reserve with my dad. then on the way home, there were a bunch of people who looked like sec 4s who were saying:EEEEEE at something. i only realised that they were talking about a girl in their level when i heard snatches of:"teeth like Dracula" and "height like a man" and one of the guys were saying:"to even imagine holding hands with her is like EEEEEE!" i felt furious because, well, what did she ever do to them? and those people were lowering themselves to the level of primary school students. a disgrace to teenagers and the whole universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-4761046242794733685?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/4761046242794733685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-stuff-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4761046242794733685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/4761046242794733685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-stuff-again.html' title='random stuff. again.'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3126912066191440825.post-7282574247470725380</id><published>2009-07-11T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:00:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listening to my outpourings</title><content type='html'>i sometimes think that i have multiple personality disorder. sometimes i can behave like a 9 year old kid, then i look back on it and feel ashamed at myself. sometimes i feel bad for putting my parents through so much trouble but the next minute i just don't care anymore. my brain is chaotic. anyone who tries to read my mind would get a migraine and would need extra-strong panadol. i always think about what i am thinking. for example, i would be thinking: that is wrong. and the second layer of thought would be thinking: "that is wrong," i thought. the third layer would think: how do you know that's wrong? how do you know if ANYTHING is correct? and the forth layer would be narrating that, and so on... sometimes i feel annoyed at myself for liking *some text missing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*service has resumed* then i would want to beat my brains out against the wall because i know i like him but i can't do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3126912066191440825-7282574247470725380?l=platypuspower12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/feeds/7282574247470725380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/listening-to-my-outpourings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7282574247470725380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3126912066191440825/posts/default/7282574247470725380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://platypuspower12.blogspot.com/2009/07/listening-to-my-outpourings.html' title='listening to my outpourings'/><author><name>platypuspower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584724746558898715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oA1RpREPCBQ/SRLlW_Q82PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/r6GXiPLwjNs/S220/funny-pictures-cat-asks-what-bone-his-tail-is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
