<?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-5929798201557510838</id><updated>2012-01-01T05:43:35.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bigger than body</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-1026523765744889443</id><published>2007-11-29T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:26:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take out of your wasted honor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every little best frustration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take out all your so called problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better put them in quotations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what you need to say (8x) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking like a one man army&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fighting with the shadows in your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living out the same old moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing you’d be better off instead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you could only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what you need to say (8x) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have no fear for giving in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have no fear for getting older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You better know that in the end its better to say too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than never to say what you need to say again &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if your hands are shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your faith is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even as the eyes are closing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do it with a heart wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say what you need to say (20ishx) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-1026523765744889443?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1026523765744889443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=1026523765744889443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/1026523765744889443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/1026523765744889443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/11/say.html' title='SAY'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7947492500558468260</id><published>2007-11-10T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:34:50.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAG MYSTERY</title><content type='html'>I'VE FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO! or Booo im bored... i cant decide. im pretty bored so im gonna go ahead and bore yall with the most interesting facts of my life right now which so happens to be not so interesting. i bought 2 raffle tickets for some family charity. anyway you get to win a volvo. i have a feeling...IM GONNA WIN IT!!!!!!! the draw is happening on 20nov. so yeah im counting down to the days i get to have my own car. 9 days and counting! moving on, i will be taking a shower at 735am tm morning. whoever happens to be having a shower at the same time, we can all salute to that. but lets shift to a more prevalent issue, i think about this EVERYDAY on the way to the city... WHO THE HELL CHANGES THE ROW OF FLAGS ON MOUNTS BAY ROAD?!?! omg ITS SO ANNOYING THAT I DONT KNOW. for all we know there could be like a timed machine that is so smart it is kept away in some storage room near mounts bay road and it unlocks the door with what fingers IT has then moves very secretively to the flag poles, somehow tries to camouflage itself amongst them, and magically changes the flags all in the matter of miliseconds. OR a FLAG MAN wakes up at 421am on a random day in a random week and picks a random flag and somehow manages his way up to the flagpoles and changes them! WHO DOES THAT?! AND HOW MUCH DOES HE GET PAID TO DO THAT!? WHO PAYS HIM?! AND WHERE DOES HE SLEEP!? WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE!? DOES HE HAVE A STASH OF FLAGS IN HIS HOUSE DATING BACK TO THE 80's!?! DOES HE USE THE FLAGS AS TABLE CLOTHS AND TOWELS?! COS I WOULD. does he have a beard?! there is only one way to find out.. i will have to sleep by the poles to watch what happens. maybe i will record it and make a documentary out of it. "Flags by mounts bay rd, your wildest questions answered." yes that will be the tagline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who have witnessed such sacred practices, feel free to end the mystery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-7947492500558468260?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7947492500558468260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7947492500558468260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7947492500558468260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7947492500558468260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/11/flag-mystery.html' title='FLAG MYSTERY'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2482588536613206174</id><published>2007-10-29T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:47:05.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1010101010</title><content type='html'>will some please fix my internet? its permanently RETARDED which has resulted in me leaching the internet off my bro's and sis's laptops. it becomes a 2-star service. and its just not enof@! im gonna call iinet tmw, if they dont fix it, i will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeat, i will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel deprived of my endless hours of browsage on youtube and god knows where else. ps. watch justin timberlake on snl on youtube, its funny as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. daylight savings sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2482588536613206174?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2482588536613206174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2482588536613206174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2482588536613206174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2482588536613206174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/10/1010101010.html' title='1010101010'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2853235933149488069</id><published>2007-10-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:39:44.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey now hey now</title><content type='html'>you have no idea how good this feels... just what made my day today? oh only EVERYTHING. first of all, an honourable mention to DANIEL JOHNS. he is a living legend, an amazing singer, entertainer/drunk person to watch. completely amusing. I HEART DANIEL JOHNS. HE IS PERFECTION. there i said it. i'll prob say it when i see some other cooler guy but hey, he is the man of the moment. savour it before some other guy comes and takes it away from him. having said that, HE STILL IS PERFECTION! thank you God for such wonderful creation, along with other cool things like rainbows and bridges and 8packs and beds and laptops and bedsocks and and jellycups and my mum. MY MUM TRUMPS ALL! and that is my second honourable mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd honourable mention goes to liz for coming to work with a hangover and laughing hysterically at everything i said. shes a funnay one! 4th honourable mention goes 2 my friends for dropping in at work! was today "funny day" or something? everything thats usually mundane seemed extra entertaining and funny. or mayb its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th and last honourable mention goes to SASINI. I DO NOT EAT MY OWN TOENAILS. SHE EATS SAND!! she admitted it to me i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a special freakin-awesome mention goes to Jesus. for being my everything that is and in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now can i get an award? it doesnt have to be pointy, just heavy will do. heaviness echoes importance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2853235933149488069?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2853235933149488069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2853235933149488069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2853235933149488069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2853235933149488069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-now-hey-now.html' title='hey now hey now'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-6765826944189653765</id><published>2007-10-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:52:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS.</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how God sends people into your life to speak to you about certain things. It really works. Your bestfriend could've been saying the same thing to you all this time, but your mind would remain in that same stagnent position. Come the person that God sent to speak to you, your mind immediately unlocks. its free of everything you were so webbed up within. There's really no better way. Sometimes you just need to hear what you've always known from the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt; to see the bigger picture. amazingmando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-6765826944189653765?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6765826944189653765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=6765826944189653765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/6765826944189653765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/6765826944189653765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-is.html' title='GOD IS.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-3124451330167787565</id><published>2007-09-17T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:34:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER-PANTRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ru6AisW4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yS6_Qg8VoCk/s1600-h/Supermarket.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111163960623130594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ru6AisW4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yS6_Qg8VoCk/s400/Supermarket.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Behold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had an epiphany today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a brilliant one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a goosebumpy one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the supermarket (COLES duh. where else would i shop? woolworths ppl are effin rude, IGA well its iga)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I BECOME RICH (AND I WILL) INSTEAD OF HAVING A PANTRY.... I'D HAVE A SUPERMARKET!!!!!!! IN MY HOUSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. i know!!?! how awesome is this idea. you dont needa tell me twice .. ingenius! i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i know you're thinking "what about all the food that goes un-eaten and expired?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL. i'd get my people to keep records of my stock and every month or so they'd replace the old products with the new. as to the old products, i'd get them to donate them to local charities. thats a whole lot of food to go around y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, this super-pantry will be open to alllllllll my friends afar and near. i mean, you just cant overlook the convenience here. when you're cooking, the thought of having whatever you want, whenever you want is so god damn sweet. and lets not forget that everything in there is free!!!! =D well prepaid. same thing. when you're rich. did someone say trolley race? oh yes, they will be plenty of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine. waking up in the morning, walking to your pantry and feeling depressed at what it contains, then opening your fridge. its the same old scene. zzzz BEHOLD. with the new and improved SUPER-PANTRY you could have every other cereal you wish you had in your pantry. every other spread, every other type of bread, every other cake, every other EVERYTHING! AND THATS JUST THE BEGINNING. cravings? just walk to your super pantry. fresh produce? less than a drive away. you get the gist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's another thought. super-pantry + lots of friends = party= SUPERMARKET THEMED PARTY! and we'll go with radio music this time. just this once.&lt;/div&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/5929798201557510838-3124451330167787565?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3124451330167787565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=3124451330167787565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3124451330167787565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3124451330167787565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-pantry.html' title='SUPER-PANTRY'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ru6AisW4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yS6_Qg8VoCk/s72-c/Supermarket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-6788534603271082135</id><published>2007-09-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:24:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Worldwide protests put focus on Darfur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protests are to take place in 30 countries in the coming hours to highlight the crisis in the Sudanese region of Darfur, where at least 200,000 people have died in more four and a half years of conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A demonstration is due to be held in London, and other events are scheduled from Vancouver to Accra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the slogan "Don't Look Away" organisers of today's protests are demanding action from world leaders when they meet at the United Nations General Assembly next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously a letter focussing on the murder and rape of Darfur's women has been released by well known personalities, including the actresses Cate Blanchett and Mia Farrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demonstrations come at a critical time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace talks are planned to be held in Libya and the Sudanese government has promised a ceasefire, once negotiations are underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;British Govt hopeful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Prime Minister Gordon Brown described Darfur as "one of the great tragedies of our time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he told the BBC he believed that there was now a real chance of a settlement.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Brown says he is encouraged by three factors: peace talks due next month, the offer of a ceasefire by Sudan, and the planned deployment of a hybrid African Union-United Nations peacekeeping force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says Sudan now has to honour its promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If that were to happen, we'd be prepared to give economic assistance so that the people of Darfur were in a better position and we can start to rebuild," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it doesn't happen however, and all the promises are not honoured, then I think we've got to be pretty clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why I've said, and I believe other countries will say, if it doesn't work and we find that the government of Sudan is not making the changes necessary then we will have to move to further sanctions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-6788534603271082135?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6788534603271082135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=6788534603271082135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/6788534603271082135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/6788534603271082135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/09/worldwide-protests-put-focus-on-darfur.html' title=''/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7055991213013646327</id><published>2007-09-15T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:06:32.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First phone bill: $63.24, Subway cookies: 3 for $2, Cheapest top you can buy at Esprit: $2.00 (trust me, its worth your every cent!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvTb8W4Z5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gHBd5sc0KiY/s1600-h/GTVAndLXVhomepagetop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110410679193986962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvTb8W4Z5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gHBd5sc0KiY/s400/GTVAndLXVhomepagetop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For everything else, there is a Want-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Planet Earth - The Complete BBC Series [HD DVD]: $66.95 USD (on amazon.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1968 Vespa Scooter in pearl white: $1425 (on ebay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007 GTV Vespa scooter: $9500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New 5.1 computer speakers: $99 (from JB hifi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke Fraser's new album, &lt;em&gt;Albertine&lt;/em&gt;: $19.99 (at Borders)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Mayer's latest EP, &lt;em&gt;The Village Sessions&lt;/em&gt;: $12.99 (i cant believe i even found this in perth!! this is a limited edition release only. i cant tell if mine is fake, but JB hifi wouldn't sell fake versions would they? anyway there was only one of it when i found it so YEAH BABY.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The complete Scrubs DVD collection - seasons 1-7 (when it does come out, if ever): estimated retail price- $100-$150? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eran James debut album, &lt;em&gt;Ten songs about Love&lt;/em&gt;: $29.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilio Pucci shoes: $685 (mmm..)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvT0cW4Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/U42fbEWW1Z8/s1600-h/bbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110411100100781986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvT0cW4Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/U42fbEWW1Z8/s200/bbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/em&gt; by Donald Miller: $32.95 (at Borders- this is ridiculously overpriced.) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Sony 8.1MP TOUCH 3 INCH LCD Camera in pink: $599&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live Earth organic T-shirt: $45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday at Hawaii: i dont even want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karaokeing with sas: PRICELESSSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i'll stop now. i could really go on forever. well not really, i dont want that many things.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's somewhat strange for me to speculate that the incredible feeling of satisfaction that follows after the attainment of these products almost emits a deep sense of accomplishment that does not often come from buying consumer products, but rather from &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;achieving&lt;/em&gt; certain things we hope to in life. But could this deep sense of accomplishment stem from the quantity of my want-list? i hope not. What's more important is that i cant believe you're reading this. hahaha im talking absolute crap. or am i? (the list however, still stands.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN IT. i hate that my bday is over. i want my bday 3 times a year. i've worked out that 3 bdays a year is not too rare nor too often. JUST RIGHT. for presents, for catching up with friends and for presents. and for getting my way. not so much with my friends, but more with my family. you see, im the middle child. enough said. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt want anything for my bday, nothing more than to have a good bday. but lets not dwelve into what a 'good' bday really means. Rather, lets consider which of those things i want more... mmm def the BBC Planet earth series. mind you, i did get some pretty snazzy pressies =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK ENOUGH. i can feel you silently judging me. you imbiciles think im superficial? the act of wanting per se, is completely different to wanting and not needing to have. i believe i belong in the latter category. so there. go away. let me want all the things i cant have. then i'll think about the things i need. which makes me forget about the things i want. herego, happy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while im still lingering in the 'want-zone' lets ooo and ah at some super cool vespa models.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvgfcW4Z8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SK1z9WE-Lss/s1600-h/vespa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110425032974690242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvgfcW4Z8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SK1z9WE-Lss/s200/vespa.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ruvg7sW4Z9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JJ3JQ0Hl92U/s1600-h/au12501-2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110425518305994706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ruvg7sW4Z9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JJ3JQ0Hl92U/s400/au12501-2g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvgfMW4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UAvr_bWv5UQ/s1600-h/747__Butter%20Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110425028679722930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvgfMW4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UAvr_bWv5UQ/s200/747__Butter%2520Yellow.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5929798201557510838-7055991213013646327?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7055991213013646327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7055991213013646327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7055991213013646327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7055991213013646327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-phone-bill-6324-subway-cookies-3.html' title='First phone bill: $63.24, Subway cookies: 3 for $2, Cheapest top you can buy at Esprit: $2.00 (trust me, its worth your every cent!)'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RuvTb8W4Z5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gHBd5sc0KiY/s72-c/GTVAndLXVhomepagetop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-4450424259826089450</id><published>2007-08-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:11:27.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK # FANTASTIC 4</title><content type='html'>ooooooo... you ready? I SAID AREEEEEE YOUUUUUU READY FOR WEEK FOUR OF UNIIIII ITS COMING BACK BIGGER AND WORSER THAN EVER BEFORE. BRACE YOURSELVES FOR UNEXPECTED SACRIFICES, TWISTED ENDINGS, AND LOADS OF DISAPPOINTING TRIUMPHS! HANG ON TIGHT OR IT MIGHT JUST BLOW YOU AWAY. WITH THIS I LEAVE YOU, HOLD YOUR BREATH FOR A FEEL-GOOD NOTE THAT IS NON EXISTENT-ZERO-ZILCH-BAGEL RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZOMG.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. so much negativity. its good. its sooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-4450424259826089450?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4450424259826089450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=4450424259826089450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4450424259826089450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4450424259826089450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-fantastic-4.html' title='WEEK # FANTASTIC 4'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-505044256320780391</id><published>2007-08-12T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:24:22.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BURNING GRAND FACADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rr7uZRJvN-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/dpQaJEUZ6Fs/s1600-h/kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097773946098366434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rr7uZRJvN-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/dpQaJEUZ6Fs/s400/kill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever seen a low rainbow? I have. its awesome. not today though. the other day.  &lt;br /&gt;i had a wierd dream last night. haha. it was one of those dreams that linger with you into the day. i cant wait for paydayyyyyyy! eeeeee. i have a song called "In your eyes" supposedly by Ben Harper. But it doesnt sound like ben harper at all. anyway it's a real sweet song. the picture i posted here, made me think about the 10 commandments in the bible. EXODUS chapter 20. i thought it was pretty cool that i was able to find the reference without an index or anything. *self five* anyway so i was reading it. and it says the 7th day is the sabbath (i think sabbath is such a cool word). and you're not supposed to work on the sabbath ie sunday. because God created the world in 6days, and he rested on the 7th day, thereby the sabbath. so like, i work on sundays.. am i not supposed to? lol. Am i being too literal? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been bombarded by several really hard questions this whole week. which were followed by a few rejections. eww hate rejecting things/people. its a big bad feeling. anyway those questions WERE SO HARD. no, im not talking about exam type questions. -but the type of questions that you ask yourself and you think so long and hard that you forget what the question was in the first place. then you give up. it remains unresolved till the question resurfaces and you attempt to answer it again, only to forget it again. its a vicious cycle, no? well i did try to answer their questions. but i dont think i did very well :( and it has left me feeling very unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ANSWERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-505044256320780391?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/505044256320780391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=505044256320780391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/505044256320780391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/505044256320780391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/08/burning-grand-facade.html' title='THE BURNING GRAND FACADE'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rr7uZRJvN-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/dpQaJEUZ6Fs/s72-c/kill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-8091122231953945557</id><published>2007-08-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:31:37.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOSE ENDS</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i've blogged and dang i've missed it. apologies to all my fellow junkie blog readers! ;p By now you've probably found yourself another blogger to fill up the 'bored period' in your day or you... (dare i say it) have been faithfully visiting my site in hope of reading something new. hahaha puh-lease you're making me blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dont hold your breath! im just here to put a few things into sentences. As Bryan would say there is a lot of 'swimming in my head' and nothing is quite the same when you put it out into words. but despite the discrepancies between what you actually want to say and what you're saying, im going to attempt to say what i want to say anyway with as little gap between the two as possible. if ya know what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i love jazz. jazz makes me tingle. the hairs on my arm want to sway in the presence of such soul-feeding music. my feet want to melt into the ground and stay liquid. my mind visits places you've probably seen in the cadbury 'wouldn't it be nice' ads. my shoulders forget the meaning of tension and my fingers dance.. I JUST LOVE JAZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all goes well, i will be learning the language of a saxomaphone in 2months ish. saxomaphoooneee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want my birthday to come. i dont want to turn 19. i dont want to be one year closer to turning 20. and 2 years closer to turning 21. and one year older than being 18. NOoOOOo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister turns 20 next wk. hehe she so old (dont tell her i said that pls). today i found the perfect gifts for her and a few of my friends -whose presents i owe to v.belatedly! &gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i shall depart to my super awesome white ikea desk (that wennolama and i put together :D) for the first time this semester. the desk has a name. it goes by the name of VIKA AMON! im supposed to make a model. i bought playdough. it comes in 12 colours and bonus WIGGLEY EYES! ah, the things i could do with those eyes. let the moulding begin! rahhhhhh architects must be savvy! YEAH YOU HEARD ME. i mean like no pressure? creating new concepts cant be that hard right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bid you adieu for now my friends. i'll now enter into the springtime of youth to create wonderful concepts that no other brilliant architect has ever come across! woopa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those who are still stickin around, here are some photos taken at caversham wildlife park. sooo cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093730294999064194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RrCQty8QnoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v364h8kdurA/s320/DSC07264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093730668661218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RrCRDi8QnpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FMsIFDwF-1M/s400/DSC07288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-8091122231953945557?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8091122231953945557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=8091122231953945557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/8091122231953945557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/8091122231953945557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/08/loose-ends.html' title='LOOSE ENDS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RrCQty8QnoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v364h8kdurA/s72-c/DSC07264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7650194622796676878</id><published>2007-08-01T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:52:04.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONALD MILLER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RrBzfy8QniI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DL4wFQflniI/s1600-h/book_searching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093698168643690018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RrBzfy8QniI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DL4wFQflniI/s400/book_searching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrapped this book up in a bar on Hawthorne and that night I felt like I was losing it a bit. Essentially, I had begun to wonder if had misunderstood the gospel of Jesus, thinking of it in propositional terms rather than relational dynamics. The latter seemed too poetic to be true, but the former had been killing my soul for years and was simply illogical. If we hold that Jesus wanted us to "believe" certain ideas or "do" certain things in order to be a Christian, we are holding to heresy. In that bar on Hawthorne, I finished the last paragraph and felt a kind of sickness at the thought of whether or not I was telling the truth. But after further consideration, and after rewriting the book, I realized the formulaic version of Christianity was irrational, and for that matter, unbiblical. True Christian spirituality mirrors relational dynammics more than the workings of a free-market economy. This seemed to open up an entire new world to me, a world where every thought and feeling operates as a kind of living metaphor for the workings of the Godhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a year has passed since the release of the book, I've seen more and more how, in my own life and in the lives of the Christians around me, we subscribe to false gospels that are troubling our souls. Because we live in a constant sales environment where we are told a certain car will make us sexy or a certain dishwashing detergent will be a miracle for our dishes, we assume the gospel of Jesus works the same way, that is, if we invest something, we get something more back. But this is not the case. To understand what the Bible explains Jesus' gospel to be, we must look to each other, to the way a father interacts with a child, a bride to a bridegroom, a doctor to a patient. When we let go of the idea of Jesus as a product and embrace Him as a being, our path to spiritual maturity begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5929798201557510838-7650194622796676878?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7650194622796676878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7650194622796676878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7650194622796676878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7650194622796676878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/08/donald-miller.html' title='DONALD MILLER'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RrBzfy8QniI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DL4wFQflniI/s72-c/book_searching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-4967560310170540030</id><published>2007-07-15T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:01:59.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LOTS OF GOOD THINGS ARE HAPPENING. I'M AFRAID TO PUT THEM INTO WORDS BECAUSE IM NOT GREAT WITH WORDS AND THAT MAY TAKE AWAY THE ABSOLUTE GOODNESS OF THESE 'GOOD THINGS'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO IM GONNA LEAVE YOU WITH AN IMAGE .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture a luscious green hill. steep. sunny day. 2 friends are rolling down that oh so rollable hill and laughing their heads off at their act of pure stupidity and freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RpoosQ5zzoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/84n3Uq8ODWw/s1600-h/thz26264270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087423469985189506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RpoosQ5zzoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/84n3Uq8ODWw/s400/thz26264270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is crazy/beautiful like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-4967560310170540030?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4967560310170540030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=4967560310170540030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4967560310170540030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4967560310170540030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-things.html' title='GOOD THINGS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RpoosQ5zzoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/84n3Uq8ODWw/s72-c/thz26264270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-6602425679727699113</id><published>2007-07-14T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:11:58.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT LOST, JUST UNDISCOVERED</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Undiscovered &lt;/em&gt;by James Morrison MAKES ME WANT TO SING MY HEART OUT again and again -complete with cringing facial expressions of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT LOST, NOT LOST JUST UNDISCOVEREDDD&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN WE'RE ALONE WE'RE ALL THE SAME AS EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT LOST (ECHO) NOT LOST NOT LOSTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;THE SAME AS EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE THE LOOK THATS ON MY FACE&lt;br /&gt;YOU MIGHT THINK IM OUTTA PLACEEE&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT LOST&lt;br /&gt;JUST UNDISCOVERED (FADING MUSIC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT THOSE WORDS ALONE DONT DO JUSTICE TO THE 'EMOTIONS' THE SONG INVOKES! ALL YOU READING THIS NOW. GO LISTEN TO THE SONG!! AND TELL ME YOU DONT FEEL LIKE KARAOKEING AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GIVING ME THE HEEBIE JEEBIESSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets "un-caps". onto more exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SPENT AN HOUR IN THE CD SHOP TODAYY. it was awesome. there is nothing better to buy than shoes and CD's and BAGS. those 3 things- when purchased radiates a sensation of satisfaction that is not short-lived, unlike satisfaction from buying other stupid crappy things -including clothes. its hard to not spend a fortune on cds. those lil things decieve you into thinking that you're not buy much, sure you're not- but they COST much! so i managed to contain my spending urges to $25. that got me 2 cds! =D DIRT CHEAP CDS ROCK. so far i've only listened to one - &lt;em&gt;Timeless&lt;/em&gt; by SERGIO MENDES. and yes, it is as good as i thought it would be. thank God- i hate finding out that the cd i just bought was not worth it, and you're left with 12 or so tracks that you'll never listen to again. this is a bunch of 15 tracks that is remixed with/by sergio mendes in it. sorta chillout music /softcore hip-hop/jazz? all into one cd. anyway its ONE AWESOME COMPILATION. its not so chilled that you're dozing off, it contains enough upbeatish chilled tunes that makes you want to boogie! - not body grinding stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a really good day today. wasn't anything special but it was just ... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate using the word 'nice'. its so vague and annoying and NOT nice. but it really describes my day! IT WAS NICE DAMN IT. it was a real nice day ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im gona organise my room. =( its taking forever. more on this later. dont evn get me started on PAINTS! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rpi8Lw5zznI/AAAAAAAAADs/2OUnIh_-jPs/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087022689406930546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rpi8Lw5zznI/AAAAAAAAADs/2OUnIh_-jPs/s400/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-6602425679727699113?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/6602425679727699113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=6602425679727699113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/6602425679727699113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/6602425679727699113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-lost-just-undiscovered.html' title='NOT LOST, JUST UNDISCOVERED'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rpi8Lw5zznI/AAAAAAAAADs/2OUnIh_-jPs/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2397548424155948378</id><published>2007-07-14T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:49:55.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RpfJPQ5zzmI/AAAAAAAAADk/EUsRB3S_rf8/s1600-h/graphics-funnypictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086755568210923106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RpfJPQ5zzmI/AAAAAAAAADk/EUsRB3S_rf8/s400/graphics-funnypictures1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5929798201557510838-2397548424155948378?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2397548424155948378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2397548424155948378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2397548424155948378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2397548424155948378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RpfJPQ5zzmI/AAAAAAAAADk/EUsRB3S_rf8/s72-c/graphics-funnypictures1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2055747910611893967</id><published>2007-07-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:44:41.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REH-RIEOW!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA SO I WAS READING SOME RANDOM PERSON'S BLOG, AND EVERYTHING I WAS READING LED ME TO CONCLUDE THAT THIS PERSON IS A LESBIAN. AND I WAS LIKE WOW SHE REALLY LOVES HER AND I CUDN BELIEVE IT. I MEAN HERE I AM READING ABOUT SOME LESBIAN'S BLOG (AND LETS NOT FORGET THE FACT THAT SHE'S SINGAPOREAN! WHICH TOTALLY FURTHER CONFIRMS THE RUMOUR OF SINGAPORES GROWING LESBIAN POPULATION!) AND IM THNKING WOW THIS IS REALLY INTERESTING. I MEAN ANYTHING HOMO IS INTERESTING BECAUSE ITS TABOO. WELL NOT SO MUCH THESE DAYS ANYMORE. BUT IT WAS SERIOUSLY INTRIGUING READING ABOUT 2WOMEN IN LOVE. LIKE ITS JUST.. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! THEN I SEE A PICTURE OF A GUY AND THE NAME 'IVAN' POPS UP EVERYWHERE. AND IM LIKE ... HANG ON A SEC THE BLOGGER'S NAME IS IVAN! HAHAHA DUHHHHH! OK SO BLONDE MOMENT IS OVER. BUT IM LEFT TO PONDER MAYBE I WAS WANTING THIS BLOGGER TO BE LESBO SO I COULD BE INTRIGUED ABOUT SOMETHING. OR MAYBE I WAS JUST TOO DUMB TO SEE THE SIGNS. IN MY DEFENCE! THE BLOG GIVES ABSOLUTELY NO SIGN OF MASCULINITY, OR 'GUY-ISH' VIBES OF ANY KIND! OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT HE IS HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH A GIRL. SO... HE DEF NEEDS WORK! NOT ME. I REST MY CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SPEAKING OF LOVE, IN LAST NIGHT'S BOSTON LEGAL EPISODE, DANNY CRANE AND ALAN SHORE WHERE TALKING ON THE BALCONY AS THEY DO AT THE END OF EVERYDAY. AND ALAN WAS ASKED THE QUESTION, "WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN LOVE?" AND HE SAYS HE'S NOT ONE TO BE IN LOVE BECAUSE HE FEARS IT. THE THOUGHT OF SOMEONE ELSE CONTROLLING PART OF YOU IS NOT MASCULINE. BEING IN COMPLETE CONTROL MAKES THEM KING OF THEIR DOMAINS. AND IN A WAY THAT IS TRUE. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE VULNERABLE TO ANYONE? SURE LOVE IS GREAT. IT IS ALL THAT MOVIES MAKE IT OUT TO BE. LOVE EXISTS, THATS FOR SURE. BUT THE THOUGHT OF GIVING SO MUCH OF YOURSELF TO SOMEONE ELSE IS JUST A VERY UNSETTLING THOUGHT. GUYS WHO ARE IN LOVE... GOD THEY ARE SOO GROSS! LIKE GET A GRIP. YEA ITS CUTE AND ALL BUT YOU'VE JUST LOST YOURSELF THE RIGHT TO BE KING OF YOUR OWN DOMAINS! THAT'S A HUGE LOSS, DONT YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY IM BEING BIASED HERE. SO IM AWARE THAT ITS NOT A VERY FAIR STATEMENT. BUT ALL'S FAIR IN THE WORLD OF LOVE AND WAR. GO FIND YOUR LOVE AND BE VULNERABLE! COS THATS WHAT THE 'COOL CATS' DO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2055747910611893967?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2055747910611893967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2055747910611893967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2055747910611893967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2055747910611893967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahaha-so-i-was-reading-some-random.html' title='REH-RIEOW!'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-1300472328603035864</id><published>2007-07-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:14:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINCH &amp; A PUNCH ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE MONTH. NO RETURNS!</title><content type='html'>SWEET PRINGLES. ITS JULYYYYYYY! so much has happened. yet much more could happen. we've reached the check point of the year. in so many ways its scary that HALF a year has just gone past like that. the $2 question really is WHATS CHANGED?! well lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;HERBAL ESSENCE HAS TAKEN A TOTAL 180 WITH ITS MARKETING APPROACH. i cant decide if i like this new cover yet.. its a tad too youthful for me. ALTHOUGH- the labels on the back are totally amusing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SUCCESS is officially TOOOOO FAR FOR ANDY! damn you 2min-drive ppl. you cant 2min-drive your way thru everywhere in life...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had my FIRST EVER sleep over. WOOHOOO IM COOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRIGID IS PREGGERS! love her long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i laugh less.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but smile more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think regina spektor is a legend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ribena myspace page is up! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;etc etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the greener side, somethings never change:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my hair is still messy as ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've never believed in the power of Jesus more than i do right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i still wear the same pj's as 3yrs ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im still a dog person. (charlie will only ever have 40% of my undivided attention)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still unfit =(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salsa dip jars will always get the better of me. why are my hands so small?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im still not a millionaire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wenzo still hates chai lattes and UP&amp;amp;GO! BOO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love my family and friends to death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;now my bro is forcing me to watch resident evil with him. that movie is kinda scary... or is it just me? toodelee hoo you sexy turtles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-1300472328603035864?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1300472328603035864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=1300472328603035864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/1300472328603035864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/1300472328603035864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/07/pinch-punch-for-first-day-of-month-no.html' title='PINCH &amp; A PUNCH ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE MONTH. NO RETURNS!'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2624300864215404395</id><published>2007-06-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:34:17.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE BIG MESSAGE</title><content type='html'>I'M THINKING WE SHOULD STARE INSECURITY IN THE FACE AND BOLDLY PROCLAIM THIS: Our deepest fear should NOT be that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear should be that we are TOO POWERFUL...EVEN BEYOND MEASURE. It is our light, not our darkness, that should MOST frighten us and cause us to stand in AWE of God for His calling on our lives. BECAUSE with that LIGHT comes a MAJOR responsibility!!! We ask ourselves: WHO AM I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, WHO ARE YOU NOT TO BE? WE are the children of GOD. Our whimpy attempt at playing "small" doesn't serve the world. No one benefits when we HOLD BACK or SHRINK BACK because we don't feel that we are "anointed enough." IF WE LIVE RIGHT AND SELL OUT FOR HIM, WE WILL HAVE HIS FULL ANOINTING. There is no reason to shrink back any longer. Stand TALL and be what GOD created you to be! We were born to Manifest THE GLORY AND POWER OF GOD that is within us. It's not in SOME of us, it's in EVERYONE, and as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our PRESENCE automatically liberates others to worship and follow after Him. So...WALK gently, BREATHE peacefully, LAUGH hysterically, BE CHRISTLIKE. The watching WORLD depends on YOU (us)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAYSON HILL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2624300864215404395?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2624300864215404395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2624300864215404395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2624300864215404395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2624300864215404395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-big-message.html' title='ONE BIG MESSAGE'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7915015145934896647</id><published>2007-06-24T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:43:07.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THESE PHOTOGRAPHS</title><content type='html'>You're Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;As you drift from the bath.&lt;br /&gt;I hand you a robe&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes,&lt;br /&gt;The moment'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Simone de Beauvoir&lt;br /&gt;As you get out the car.&lt;br /&gt;The way you read me,&lt;br /&gt;No one can see me&lt;br /&gt;Is you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these photographs keep me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, here's your song.&lt;br /&gt;Babe, it took too long&lt;br /&gt;To find in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My best surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Nina Simone&lt;br /&gt;When you talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;You sing to me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Mary Cassatt&lt;br /&gt;When people tell you you're not.&lt;br /&gt;You're like a child.&lt;br /&gt;All the while&lt;br /&gt;I need you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these photographs keep me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna know what you know&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go where you go&lt;br /&gt;These things remind me of&lt;br /&gt;These things remind me of&lt;br /&gt;These things remind me of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-7915015145934896647?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7915015145934896647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7915015145934896647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7915015145934896647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7915015145934896647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-photographs.html' title='THESE PHOTOGRAPHS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-4301186545814537278</id><published>2007-06-24T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:37:07.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP IT LOOSE, KEEP IT TIGHT.</title><content type='html'>Well I walked over the bridge&lt;br /&gt;Into the city where I live,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw my old landlord.&lt;br /&gt;Well we both said hello,&lt;br /&gt;There was no where else to go,'&lt;br /&gt;cuz his rent I couldn't afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well relationships change,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think it's kinda strange,&lt;br /&gt;How money makes a man grow.&lt;br /&gt;Some people they claim,&lt;br /&gt;If you get enough fame,&lt;br /&gt;You live over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Over the rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people on the street,&lt;br /&gt;Out on buses or on feet,&lt;br /&gt;We all got the same blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in society,&lt;br /&gt;Every dollar got a deed,&lt;br /&gt;We all need a place so we can go,&lt;br /&gt;And feel over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;We forget what we got,&lt;br /&gt;Who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Oh who are are not.&lt;br /&gt;I think we gotta chance,&lt;br /&gt;To make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it loose,Keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we forget who we got,&lt;br /&gt;Who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who they are not.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more in love,&lt;br /&gt;Than black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it loose child,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it loose child,&lt;br /&gt;Keep it tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-4301186545814537278?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4301186545814537278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=4301186545814537278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4301186545814537278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4301186545814537278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-it-loose-keep-it-tight.html' title='KEEP IT LOOSE, KEEP IT TIGHT.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-8551860760868328639</id><published>2007-06-24T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:05:27.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN REPAIR</title><content type='html'>Too many shadows in my room&lt;br /&gt;Too many hours in this midnight&lt;br /&gt;Too many corners in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So much to do to set my heart right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong, i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, i am in repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood on the corner for a while&lt;br /&gt;To wait for the wind to blow down on me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it takes with it my old ways&lt;br /&gt;And brings some brand new look upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong, i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, i am in repair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm walking in a park&lt;br /&gt;All of the birds they dance below me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when things turn green again&lt;br /&gt;It will be good to say you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong, I could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unready&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm never really ready, i'm never really ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-8551860760868328639?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/8551860760868328639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=8551860760868328639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/8551860760868328639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/8551860760868328639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-repair.html' title='IN REPAIR'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-3250352455344642541</id><published>2007-06-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:59:17.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAD &amp; DAVE DOING JM</title><content type='html'>i dont usually endorse song covers. but CHAD &amp; DAVE are simply AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=0Is6nbswEvY&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=0Is6nbswEvY&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd say this but.. this version is possibly better than JM's. well thats my opinion anyway. &lt;em&gt;Waiting on the world to change&lt;/em&gt; is not one of my favs but thats just me. i think chad&amp;amp;dave's acoustic version rocks. aside that, dont even get me started on JM.. im just not gonna blog about him. theres too much to say. plus its not worth raving on about unless i know that we share the same appreciation for him. ok i'll say 2 words. Hip thrust. dont try youtubing it either, the clips are decieving! you'll only understand when/if you see him live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny how people get soooo into the commenting on youtube. seriously like CHILLAX. say whatever you want but dont go around hating people just cos they dont share the same opinion as you? well they provide people like me with amusement. kudos to all you outspoken and strongly opinionated people! but youz are nowhere near as funny as THIS &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bK63uSTTNs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bK63uSTTNs&lt;/a&gt; piss yourself laughing at this. trust meee! REALLLL FUNNY STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann. jap people are just downright amusing. i heart jap people! what would the world be like without japs?! SONY would not exist, for one. not to mention MXC! and lots of other stuff. if i could be any other nationality it'd have to be japanese. the language is awesome and they are seriously funnyyy when they try to speak english. cheeeeesu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-3250352455344642541?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3250352455344642541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=3250352455344642541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3250352455344642541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3250352455344642541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/chad-dave.html' title='CHAD &amp; DAVE DOING JM'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-3826687628495074015</id><published>2007-06-16T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:10:12.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DECLARE TODAY FURNITURE CRAZE DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RnOydeaKz1I/AAAAAAAAADU/JdVBTfd7hRI/s1600-h/leefnu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076597424425455442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RnOydeaKz1I/AAAAAAAAADU/JdVBTfd7hRI/s400/leefnu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apparently there is a rule of thumb about ikea shopping that i was not aware of. DO NOT EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER under any circumstance (not even if furniture turns you on) go shopping at ikea on a SATURDAY. ESP WHEN THEY ARE HAVING MAD SALES. i am so serious about this. if kids running around, parents yelling, babies crying, people shoving, trolleys running over your toes, having to dodge people every 2 secs is your cup of tea, then oh please, be ikea's guest. You'd be mad to even think about finding parking. IKEA ON A SATURDAY IS HELL!!! *cries* and its not evn worth going anymore. ALMOST EVERYTHING i went there to get was SOLD OUT. the only thing worth going for? their swedish meatballs..... man they are *drools* the best meatballs you'll ever taste. Those meatballs dont ever sell out. at least i think they dont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ikea experience: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Luna Leederville experience: 10/10! hahah what an awesome place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lil creatures: 2 thumbs down for strict ID check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-3826687628495074015?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3826687628495074015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=3826687628495074015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3826687628495074015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3826687628495074015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-declare-today-furniture-craze-day.html' title='I DECLARE TODAY FURNITURE CRAZE DAY.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RnOydeaKz1I/AAAAAAAAADU/JdVBTfd7hRI/s72-c/leefnu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2247046522239536532</id><published>2007-06-14T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:21:56.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RnDQB-aKzyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iGWnjp0E4DA/s1600-h/evhatchris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075785512397754146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 613px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RnDQB-aKzyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iGWnjp0E4DA/s400/evhatchris.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*gasp* my brother just diagnosed me with CBS- Chronic Blogger Syndrome. He is so not a doctor yet! but seriously... a bigger conundrum is at hand. i'm gona be x pounds fatter by the time i finish watching all those shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couch potato sessions:&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Betty -check&lt;br /&gt;Desp housewives -check&lt;br /&gt;SCRUBS -double, triple, qaudriple check!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Hates Chris (this show is effin HIGHLARIOUS!) - watching in progress&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - watching in progress&lt;br /&gt;Lost - trying to get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;How i met your mother - watching in progress&lt;br /&gt;Entourage - (ASHA is obv too love-struck to watch this with me. pfft siff boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving our new broadband speed. if broadband was a guy i'd totally cheat on rekha and marry him. and send him red rosess. no chockies cos that'd make him fat and go slower. which means i'd love him less and that'd lead to a divorce. now would you rather him deprived of chocs or us getting a divorce? yeah, i thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2247046522239536532?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2247046522239536532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2247046522239536532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2247046522239536532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2247046522239536532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/cbs.html' title='CBS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RnDQB-aKzyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iGWnjp0E4DA/s72-c/evhatchris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-890649585744752189</id><published>2007-06-14T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:35:13.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISAIAH 8:11-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes we go through phases in our lives that we'd rather not be in. Most of us just want our lives to be all good and peachy for long periods of time. well i do anyway. So when i was brought to the 'fact of life' that life aint always peachy like i had it, it was hard to accept the 'that's life' line. i really hate hearing that line. the line that really is not the answer, but the reason to make everything seem okay. for like one second. i hate it because when people say it, ITS TRUE. whatever you're going through, &lt;em&gt;that is life&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway what im trying to say is, its OKAY to not be okay. bask in your glorious crying moments, because it is all very much part of life to experience the 'bad stuff' as much as the 'good stuff'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you already noticed, i entitled this blog entry with a biblical reference. This is no attempt at telling you how God is the great almighty saviour. We already know that! haha. well i do anyway and that counts. i dont know who reads/stalks my blog, and im still trying to figure out who i'm writing to. But i guess that's not important. i'm blogging because i like to write and my writing amuses me (and several of my friends) ;P and the beauty of a blog is it is not a journal entry-where you pour your heart out about stuff. in this blog i get to choose what i want to share, be it superficial complaints about BigW or semi-deep stuff about people who make a difference in my life. All of it is true. Really truly, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People who blog know what im talking about- sometimes there are things you want to put out, but you're afraid of what people will think or say about you, so you go back to having a cheap rant at something that really does not matter. i guess what i'm trying to say is ... i dont know who reads this and i dont really care. Maybe i'd rather not know. but whoever you are and for whatever reasons you may follow my blogging exploits, i like you already (not in a freaky way!) Hate me, stereotype me or judge me- i dont really care. anyway back to the bible verse, i came across it this morning while i was skimming for a 100% per interest-ing passage. PS. ISAIAH is totally 100% per interesting. not convinced? ok Isaiah is like the ...Dr COX in scrubs. totally deep; but you only see the deep when you're not looking. nevertheless tres interesting! (k that was a bad reference, more thought is required to justify that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blogging about blogging- is that true boredom? or like try-hard boredom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-890649585744752189?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/890649585744752189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=890649585744752189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/890649585744752189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/890649585744752189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/isaiah-811-13.html' title='ISAIAH 8:11-13'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-4486047942279478180</id><published>2007-06-13T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:41:11.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DUST HAS BEEN DISTURBED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So i woke up at 1240 today. had lunch while watching &lt;em&gt;The last king of scotland&lt;/em&gt;. cant say i've achieved much today. but the day is not over! maybe i'll meet my knight in shining armor today? HAHA not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Review on The last king of scotland: its very heavy stuff. not stuff you 'choose' to watch per se. very very unsettling stuff. the most unsettling thing about it is prob the fact that all of it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, it is a superb movie! Do watch it. Best part: the main character's scottish accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to self: im really not liking this new blog layout. its way tooo girly. must changeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-4486047942279478180?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4486047942279478180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=4486047942279478180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4486047942279478180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4486047942279478180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/dust-has-been-disturbed.html' title='THE DUST HAS BEEN DISTURBED'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7245080073172977486</id><published>2007-06-11T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:27:42.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE SINGS AWFUL SOUNDS, BUT BEAUTIFUL PRAISES</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074477196639915778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RmwqH-aKzwI/AAAAAAAAACo/8alw2zBHivI/s400/happ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HE GIVES ME THE HEEBIE JEEBIESSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HEEEEEEEEBIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJEEEEEEEEEEEBIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FRIENDS: you know who you are- you guys are absolute heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-7245080073172977486?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7245080073172977486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7245080073172977486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7245080073172977486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7245080073172977486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-sings-awful-sounds-but-beautiful.html' title='SHE SINGS AWFUL SOUNDS, BUT BEAUTIFUL PRAISES'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RmwqH-aKzwI/AAAAAAAAACo/8alw2zBHivI/s72-c/happ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2825068509494571308</id><published>2007-06-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:41:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEYOND THE LAWS OF PHYSICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"&lt;br /&gt;"God created everything?" The professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil." The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course", replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor does cold exist?"&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at the young man's question. The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-460F) is the total absence of heat; and all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?"&lt;br /&gt;The professor responded, "Of course it does."&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact, we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?"&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said. We see it everyday. It is in the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The young man's name -- Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2825068509494571308?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2825068509494571308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2825068509494571308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2825068509494571308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2825068509494571308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-about-god.html' title='BEYOND THE LAWS OF PHYSICS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-5509025750255093845</id><published>2007-06-09T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:00:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST AND RUNNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone loves BigW. Nobody talks about BigW like they talk about Target or Myer, but make no mistake- Everyone LOVES BIGW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there was an office chair on sale at BigW for $50 -it was prob retailing at $100 before the sale. and today i went to riverton forum to buy it. IT WAS SOLD OUT. fine so i call up livingston and its sold out there too. im not even gonna call up the other stores because they are WAYY too far. but seriously WHAT THE HELL&gt;! We need more BigW's around here. thankfullyyyyyyyyyyyyy speaking, they are building a BigW here in Gateway shopping centre soon and SO THEY SHOULD! i live literally 2mins away from gateway so its awesome. mayb if Esprit comes here too i'd be able to get a transfer. man... that would soooo be the ultimate dream i could like wake up 20mins before my shift and get to work while everyone else needs to come from mt lawley or wherever loser place they live in. The thought of that makes me drool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway when BigW is built, im so going there EVERYDAY. bigW is AWESOME! mayb their fashion section isn't too great but EVERYTHING ELSE OWNS! i could like live there. Target just seems cooler these days because of their flashy ads. but bigW doesnt need that kinda upmarket advertisements to be known. EVERYONE KNOWS BIGW IS COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO if you havn't noticed, i'v been uprooted from my cosy, shitty-looking, super convenient home in Willetton to the whoop-whoopish country of SUCCESS. i say country because it feels completely different here. Willetton was so central, it was like a stone's throw away from EVERYTHING -and i do mean everything. Everything i love is there. Thinking about it makes me feel depressed. Who would've thought moving 12mins away could change your life forever? why didnt anyone tell me what i was in for? why wasn't i aware of the mental preparation i should have had? i feel isolated here. i am constantly inhibited by the fear of being left out of the loop. the loop that consists of all my friends who live less than 5mins away from each other. the loop that allows all of them to tap into each others lives effortlessly. the loop- where such convenience (i've come to realise) is taken for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what can you do? secretly im quietly hoping my friends would come visit me. im quietly hoping they'd still ask me out. i'm quietly hoping they'd welcome this place more than i did when i arrived here. i swear to God if any of them complains about how far i live, i will kill them. at least they dont have to travel the distance. i'm quietly dreading the inevitable conversations that will go "awhh you live so far away now...." me: "sigh, yeah i know..." like SHUT UP ALREADY. If you really care about me, you will still drive HERE to see me. thats until i get my license. ohhh when that day comes..... the first thing i'll do is drive to ALLLLL the places that i put on my 'when i get my license im so coming here' list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYHOOOOOOOOO! ENOUGH DEPRESSING TALK. strange... no1 talks to me when im 'online' but as soon as i go on 'away' ppl start talking to me as if i wasnt online before? GREAT news (for me mainly) I CAN REVERSE PARK GOOOOD!!!!!! WOOOOOOOSA! cant wait to show daroush on tues. he'll be uber impressed and he better say 'okay you're ready to take your test now' and i'll be like "FINALLYYYYYYYYY" (after i've spent like a gagillion dollars on you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going back to the bad shower issue, okay so the new shower isnt so bad. its not bad at all. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've got awesome slippery floors to slip and fall in the most tragic way. haha just joshing! i've got awesome slippery floors to boogie on. dancing in the shower has never been better. im still too shy to sing in this shower tho. maybe tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-5509025750255093845?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5509025750255093845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=5509025750255093845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5509025750255093845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5509025750255093845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost-and-running.html' title='LOST AND RUNNING'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-4546977051742504760</id><published>2007-06-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:05:47.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPRIT- The world is our culture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RmVKgeaKzvI/AAAAAAAAACg/rwk0g7pScZA/s1600-h/mens_toilet_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072542477081825010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RmVKgeaKzvI/AAAAAAAAACg/rwk0g7pScZA/s400/mens_toilet_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting here totally kills all my blogging inspirations. and i'm not going to describe the setting to you because it's rather pathetic. PERHAPS i'll let your imagination decide what a 'pathetic' place to blog is. if they come close to JD's crazy imagination journeys- do tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway haven't blogged about real stuff in awhile. the previous few blog entries have been awful awful rants about absolute CRAP. so in an effort to balance out the 'bad chi' (because im totally into fengshui and YINGYANG stuff.. NOT) Ps. how cool is that men's toilet!? found it on google while searching for pictures of men peeing. before you raise that eyebrow and think dirty thoughts I NEEDED TO DRAW A FIGURE OF A PERSON PEEING IN MY PUBLIC TOILET DESIGN FOR FOLIO! HAH. anyway i erased the man out. he looked too awkward... on that topic, doing folio this semester has proved to be the most fun yet! ASH and i prob had TOOOO much fun spilling m&amp;m's all over her bedroom floor, fantasizing about maccas-turned studio, performing leg-clapping alternatives and attempting to write with a pencil attached between our beanies and heads. and using one of her MANY uber cool m&amp;amp;m's dispenser. oh oh did i forget to mention staying awake for 2 nights in a row? in between all that serious line-drawings and CRAZY-AS rush of model making, we managed to let loose alot of lunacy- which you may not understand unless you know what its like to not sleep for 2nights in a row. lets just say humans were made to&lt;em&gt; need&lt;/em&gt; sleep. how many hours is that anyway? i always get this wrong so you do the math. so we were up since wed morning and i didn't sleep till fri night at 1ish am. Adding up all the mini power naps i took prob comes up to 3-4hrs in the span of those 3days. not bad eh? PLUS we didn't have any of that caffiene or redbull shitznitz so effectively speaking WE ARE SUPER BEINGS! *super being five* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although, it was a tad mind-boggling staying up for that long and having to witness asha's family wake up super early in the morning to go to work and still be in the same room in the same exact spot when they came back from work. And comes bedtime, everyone turns in except for ash and i who are desp trying to get mentally syked up for another 10 hours of drawing before watching them wake up to go to work again the next morning. its like everything is in slowwwww motion and you're watching other ppl's lives happening in front of you (much like watching a movie- except a realllllly long one) and they are doing all these things while your life comes to a halt with no eating or sleeping patterns. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;KUDOS TO THE MUSE for keeping us awake and going for at least 2 hours before resorting to the backstreet boys which totally killed the DONT-FALL-ASLEEP, KEEP-DRAWING mood. i have nothing against the BSB but they are the worst music to listen to when you're trying to get work done. The 10 or so other albums we listened to were great, but all hope vanished when the laptop died in the middle of that depressing jaded song (forgot the name) that had lyrics like "whats the use of trying? love doesn't exist... nobody will love me anyway.." seriously SHUT UP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're into model-making (which i highly doubt unless you're a freak/architecture student) you should consider your glue options. this is prob the most important thing you'll have to decide on aside to what materials you're gonna use. i think ash said "f*ck" about a million times when she was making her model. she was introduced to this SUPER STRONG AND SUPER EVIL glue that literally bonds your pieces together in less than 2 secs. i'm not joking. AND DONT YOU DARE TOUCH IT EITHER COS YOU WILL DIE! OR SNIFF IT COS YOU WILL DIE AGAIN! IN FACT. you dont even have to sniff this glue, when you're gluing something a little fume is created and it slowly creeps up your nostrils and you only realise you've sniffed this POISONOUS GAS when you step back, and before you know it your eyes are watery and you're coughing blood out. THATS NOT THE WORST PART. THE WORST PART IS WHEN YOU LOOK DOWN AND YOU FIND OUT YOU'VE GOT BLOOD ON THE MODEL!!!! AT THIS POINT YOU FEEL WOOZY AND YOU FAINT. ONLY TO WAKE UP IN 2 SECS TO FIND THAT YOUR LIFE IS OFFICIALLY THE EPITOME OF MURPHY'S LAW. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha CHILLAX. thats not how the model-making saga ends. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT! THE POINT IS THAT &lt;em&gt;COULD&lt;/em&gt; HAVE HAPPENED. WELL every bit is true except for the coughing blood out part. if that were to happen both ash and i would be dead and when ash's family finds us lying on the carpet next to a pool of blood, before they find the cause of death, they would too die from the fumes of the evil glue. if you havn't noticed, i just paralleled the situation to grey's episode of 'toxic blood'. ok back to the real story, the reason she said 'f*ck' so many times was because everytime when she'd try to glue two pieces together, if she didn't hold the pieces in the right place quick enough the glue would set and she wouldn't be able to re-shift it. this has caused more dramas than you can imagine. that, plus the fact that you cant have skin contact with this crazy glue... IT BURNS! unfortunately my index finger was the first casualty of it. i held my breath for 30secs thinking i was gonna die because IT BURNT like hell the first time. then afterwards you jus become immune *super being five* and we HAD to use that glue because of its instant bonding properties. anyway im sure you've heard enough tragedies about this glue. its a hero in its own right. oh you need to know its name. ZAP. im telling you so that when you come across this glue, you will slowly back away from it and run away. its like the VOLDEMORT equivalent except in the glue world. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant believe you just read allllllll that. YOU SHOULD BE STUDYING! WHOEVER YOU ARE. unless you do architecture and have only one exam to study for. or you are a child prodigy who has never studied for anything in your life. or you're just not a student. in our defence, you dont have to go thru evil glue dramas like us. and thats only like a fifth of what we went through. im too tired to tell you the fun stories now. blah &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway what i REALLy wanted to blog about today was how much working at ESPRIT rocks. it is the ultimate retail job you could ask for. you get paid to TALK and re-fold clothes (which contrary to popular belief is NOT BORING. it is in fact THERAPEUTIC) and re-merchandise the store. which means you get to decide what item goes where and how you'd like it to look to the customers. retail is MUCH more than walking around tidying clothes and feeling bored. Sure, you get the occasional slow days where there really is NOTHING to do except walk around and laugh at people. But most of the time its a lot of fun. esp cos the ppl i work with are so great to work and have fun with. PLUS if you're lucky, you get to go to the CANDY BIN! candy bin is HEAVEN. all the candy you want- its there. plus more. and i visited brig at hay st today. MAN was it good to see her again. she will forever be the best manager to me. even though she isnt my manager anymore =( &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BRIGID PAYZE WINS THE BEST MANAGER AWARD. AND SHE LOVES MEEEEEE! she used to always say i was her favourite. then again she prob said that to everyone. but who cares, no1 made her laugh like i did. i made 'that laugh' come out. it was crazy... no1 had ever heard that laugh before. it was like laughter at a whole new level.. she was laughing soooo hard and loud that she was almost gonna explode! im so serious. you need to see that laugh. its crazy in the coconut stuff! and oh-so-contaigous. even summer was crying in laughter. i was like wow chillaxx bro i aint that funny *snaps* *snaps* ok i didnt say that. i just had a puzzled face, and then felt embarrassed cos i made her laugh so hard. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously like go study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;GOOD DAY TO YOU AMIGOS.&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/5929798201557510838-4546977051742504760?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4546977051742504760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=4546977051742504760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4546977051742504760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4546977051742504760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/esprit-rocks.html' title='ESPRIT- The world is our culture.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RmVKgeaKzvI/AAAAAAAAACg/rwk0g7pScZA/s72-c/mens_toilet_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2527056514502570982</id><published>2007-06-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:01:12.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH DEAREST SHOWER... YOU WILL BE SORELY MISSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am sitting in the dining room of my new house using dial up internet. lets check the mood meter.. current mood meter reading:cheated and unhappy. cant wait for parents and sis to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will get drunk on what cheap wine we have. (on that note, we have lots of cognac at home... WTH IS COGNAC?! it looks expensive but it sounds gross..) i will cook up a storm in the kitchen and not clean up for at least 2 days. i will turn on the tv as loud as i please. i will feed the cat whatever i want. I am going to paint some ridiculous colours on these stupid pink walls. did someone say party? oh yes, there will be parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHY DOESNT ANYONE UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT SHOWER MEANT TO ME!?! ARGH. YOU ALL SUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DIANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2527056514502570982?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2527056514502570982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2527056514502570982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2527056514502570982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2527056514502570982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-dearest-shower-you-will-be-sorely.html' title='OH DEAREST SHOWER... YOU WILL BE SORELY MISSED.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-5528456916304141906</id><published>2007-05-29T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:52:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE DINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RlvbEH_S14I/AAAAAAAAACY/39_x6GtJqYk/s1600-h/ovs.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069886669446109058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RlvbEH_S14I/AAAAAAAAACY/39_x6GtJqYk/s400/ovs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSEEEEE LET ME OUTTT ='(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOLIO HAS HELD ME CAPTIVE. SAVE ME PLEASE? GIVE ME MY SANITY BACKKKKKK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save dino &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save dino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save dino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save dino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save dino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;save dino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dies* my toes are frozen. craving human touch... setsquares and drawings dont keep you warm you know?&lt;/strong&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/5929798201557510838-5528456916304141906?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5528456916304141906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=5528456916304141906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5528456916304141906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5528456916304141906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/save-dino.html' title='SAVE DINO'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RlvbEH_S14I/AAAAAAAAACY/39_x6GtJqYk/s72-c/ovs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-5925608498743063850</id><published>2007-05-28T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:48:38.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIANA GONE BANANAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have absolutely no self control when it comes to food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just had 4 bananas in a row. as if one isn't enough!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in my defence, they were kinda smallish bananas.. AND THEY WERE GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there some kind of void i'm trying to fill, that im not aware of? ANSWER THAT DR PHIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-5925608498743063850?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5925608498743063850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=5925608498743063850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5925608498743063850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5925608498743063850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/diana-gone-bananas.html' title='DIANA GONE BANANAS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-3634434791762869476</id><published>2007-05-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:37:31.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS IS MY HOMEBOY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my god. that was such a frail attempt at being all 'i hate life'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU WISH I WAS THAT EMO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant really be unhappy for any given long periods of time. unless something really really really uber bad happened. the 90% of happiness bubble has ownership of this heart.  i dont really have anything to complain about. i mean i do. and i did. but thats all that will ever be- opportune venting. because my life is given. and because gratitude is the liquid centre of a soother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These peeps are heroes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=FhJKSseiPXE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=FhJKSseiPXE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-3634434791762869476?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3634434791762869476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=3634434791762869476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3634434791762869476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3634434791762869476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/jesus-is-my-homeboy.html' title='JESUS IS MY HOMEBOY.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-1478256101107787748</id><published>2007-05-26T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:44:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHTING A LOSING BATTLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate everything about everything. this is so cliched but life just isn't fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the nachos dips are taking over the world. there can never be enough up &amp;amp; go. family vacations aren't happening. guys get away with everything. girls are so effin girly. GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there is NEVER enough money. $43/month for child sponsorship.. SHOOT ME. but im determined to continue sponsoring, plainly because we all know HARON DIJIWATHI needs the money more than i ever will. when will i ever parallel park properly? WHO THE F*CK CAN ESTIMATE WHEN YOUR CAR IS AT A 45DEGREE ANGLE DAROUSH!? WHY CANT ALINA BE F*CKING SATISFIED WITH WHAT I DRAW. DOES SHE EVEN KNOW SHE STOLE WHAT WAS MEANT TO BE MY DESIGN PROJECT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND WHY DO I SEE HIM EVERYWHERE. I HATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ARGH. THE HOROSCOPES IN THE WEST MAG ARE SO TRUE. THIS IS SUCH A TWO-STAR WEEKEND! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHE SAYS IM FIGHTING A LOSING BATTLE. WELL I CLEARLY AM ARNT' I!? and im purposely being vague because i dont want you to know anything about anything. you know, im really good at being happy. or at least outter dino is. inner-dino is usually 10% unhappy. and most of the time that 10% stays suppressed by the 90% of happiness. but sometimes that 10% creeps into the 90% of happiness bubble and steals some happiness away. i get bitchy and calculative and ugly and irritated and emo and everything confusing. when that happens... i like to say im pmsing. but for God's sake, every single month of the year for the rest of my life? ARGHHHHHHHHH WOMEN ARE SO EFFIN ANNOYING! thats not even half the battle im fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't know me at all. none of you do. not a single one. dont even try to because i wont let you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there you go. i just broke my rule of "never post a blog that gives negative vibes". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Off you go now. Bask in that negativity, apply it into your life, influence everyone around you with it. im sure it'll come right back to me. now to finish it off with an evil laugh... hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-1478256101107787748?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/1478256101107787748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=1478256101107787748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/1478256101107787748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/1478256101107787748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/fighting-losing-battle.html' title='FIGHTING A LOSING BATTLE.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-4030142085150806778</id><published>2007-05-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:20:12.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNFUNNY CRAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RlGNc3_S13I/AAAAAAAAACQ/hi36o8fQnJM/s1600-h/flute.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066986582973798258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RlGNc3_S13I/AAAAAAAAACQ/hi36o8fQnJM/s400/flute.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my cat has a limp. its soooo funny... hahahaha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok just imagine a cat limping. its funny trust me.&lt;/strong&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/5929798201557510838-4030142085150806778?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4030142085150806778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=4030142085150806778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4030142085150806778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4030142085150806778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/unfunny-crap.html' title='UNFUNNY CRAP'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RlGNc3_S13I/AAAAAAAAACQ/hi36o8fQnJM/s72-c/flute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-5884833197620679839</id><published>2007-05-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:03:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE SCRUBS TO DEATH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG. SCRUBS IS DOING SEASON 7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *SCREAMS!!!* SEE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW THIS HAS MADE MY DAY. FOR AWHILE NOW I'VE BEEN SILENTLY TRYING TO DETACH MYSELF FROM MY LOVE TO SCRUBS BECAUSE I THOUGHT THEY WERE ENDING IT ALTOGETHER IN SEASON 6. AND I WAS GETTING SO EMOTIONAL WHILE DOWNLOADING THE DOUBLE EPS OF THE FINALE. BUT AWESOME NEWS! MY BRO JUS TOLD ME THEY ARE DOING SEASON 7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE SCRUBS SO MUCH I WANT TO ... UH NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SCRUBS TOTALLY OWNS HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER! BY INFINITE TIMES. god im such a sitcom slut. im sorry but scrubs totally wins on so many levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;FRICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-5884833197620679839?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5884833197620679839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=5884833197620679839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5884833197620679839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5884833197620679839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-scrubs-to-death.html' title='I LOVE SCRUBS TO DEATH.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2356756150940646622</id><published>2007-05-16T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:51:53.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything fades away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok so i have a dilemma. im looking for a song to replace the old one on my myspace, and i really want to put up "sweet child o mine" , but this song has gone past its 'put it up -and you're cool' period, now its 'put it up and you're a loser' so you see my delimma?! i know its old BUT IT'S AWESOME! and thats only after i tried looking up skid row's old song '18 &amp; life' BUT THEY DONT HAVE IT UP! grrrrrr well what was i expecting anyway, its a bloody old song. Well you know what/! thats not good enough. myspace needs to start a new site up that allows you to browse thru all the awesome old school songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a really long day. but it was a good day. it was one of those days when you think back and you get all "ahh, it was a good day." and you laugh at the moments you shared with someone. and when you get home you dance in the shower and sing (really horribly) the randomest song in your head. i cant even remember the song i sang now. wait i think i sang 3 songs... only because i didn't know the lyrics of the whole song so i had to think of another song that i knew the lyrics to, only to find that i didn't know the lyrics of that entire song and etc etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i think its gonna be a late night tonight. have a jury tm actually its just A juror. he's asian and apparently he's a NAZI. so i better get some QUALITY DRAWINGS done tonight otherwise i'll get ripped apart tm in front of everyone. and the worst part is i wont be able to use the "HE'S RACIST" excuse to make myself feel better this time. *panic*! ok not really, panic levels haven't quite reached the 2am-and-still-done-nothing-substantial sort of panic YET. by that time i think i'd be high on tea and pigging out on salty food. the thought of needing work done makes you hungry. its like those thoughts are genetically linked together to make you fat not to mention not get any work done! raghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i really love what i do. i really do. shietttttttttt i have to make a model tonight toooooooooooo. dont worry, it'll be the most awesomest cardboard cereal box model ever biatches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See, its times like these when you wonder if smoking a bong will suddenly give you an awesome idea for your designs. Thats the myth at uni anyway. Too bad i dont have a bong lying around, will tea leaves work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2356756150940646622?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2356756150940646622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2356756150940646622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2356756150940646622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2356756150940646622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/everything-fades-away.html' title='Everything fades away'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-3251616990069804612</id><published>2007-05-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:46:57.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RIBENA THEORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In an effort to create more publicity and hype for the upcoming release of "The Ribena Experiment" report (which FYI has not been completed yet, but not to worry my ribena friends! SAF Productions promises you it is worth the wait.) I've decided on my own accord that a ribena theory needs to be formulated. Now before i go further into this theory, here's a brief introduction to SAF Productions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SAF Productions is an organisation founded by Gowri Suppiah and myself back in the year of 2005- a time of awesomeness and, when seriousness was not even a word. If there's any name you're gonna remember today, it will be this one- SAF is an abbreviation for Special Agents Funk. Who are these special agents? Yup. You guessed it, Special agent dfunk and gfunk. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, we're not the losers you think we are. Dont believe me? WE MADE A POCKY QUIZ. AND A BOOK OF QUOTATIONS AND MANY OTHER THINGS. OUR GOAL IS TO REMIND YOU STUPID LITTLE PEOPLE NOT TO TAKE LIFE SO SERIOUSLY AND DRINK SOME RIBENA FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. THE CONCENTRATE HAS VITAMIN C AND WHO THE HELL DRINKS IT FOR VIT C ANYWAY? THATS RIGHT. I'V JUS EFFECTIVELY ELIMINATED THE LIST OF 'WHY SHUD I DRINK RIBENA' FOR YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND AS FOR THE RIBENA THEORY? MUCH TO YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT, THE FULL CAPACITY OF IT HAS NOT YET COME TO PASS, BUT YOU SHALL WAIT. FOR NOW, THE BIRTH OF THE THEORY STATES "DRINK A GLASS OF RIBENA (MADE BY DFUNK ONLY) A DAY AND IT WILL GRADUALLY TURN YOU INTO A HAPPIER PERSON OVER A PERIOD OF 3 DAYS." I LOVE TYPING IN CAPS. IT MAKES ME HEARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO LONG SUCKERS! you better be walking to the fridge right now and making yourself a ribena drink. Mine tastes better but dont worry, i will write a recipe for you eh? cos im nice. they teach us to be nice at SAF productions. well sortof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064379144629484258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RkhJ__OJeuI/AAAAAAAAACI/EVEumpZqIzY/s400/original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is something i modelled on VIZ. This is the Dom-ino Frame designed by Le Corbusier in 1914. oh wow i just surprised myself by telling you that... I DO KNOW STUFF. take that anette condello! woman with wierd haircut and wierd fashion and funny walk and married an essay with 1000 footnotes. no make that 1million footnotes. she loves footnotes so much she wants to make little mr and miss footnotes of her own.&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/5929798201557510838-3251616990069804612?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3251616990069804612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=3251616990069804612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3251616990069804612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3251616990069804612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/ribena-theory.html' title='THE RIBENA THEORY'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RkhJ__OJeuI/AAAAAAAAACI/EVEumpZqIzY/s72-c/original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-5690430760151267588</id><published>2007-05-11T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:17:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON SECOND THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok that was wayy too morbid. i'm not really that depressed about my epiphany. or am i? perhaps for every word that i write about this issue, i slowly come to terms with how bad my 70-or-so (i wish to live to the ripe old age of 99) future Christmas' will be. I'm trying to find a funny picture to offset the gravity of my previous post, although it seems in vain. THERE IS NO FUNNY PIC ON MY BROTHER'S LAPTOP. on the plus side, i have not found any other pics if you know what i mean. so pat on the back to joseph ong. OoOOoO whats this?! im not sure if his name is worthy to be mentioned on my blog yet. oh well, i guess it'll be there only forever now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its time put some fish into my belly! =D yayy fingers crossed we'll catch some fish today ey? I shall leave you with the very awesome couple these guys are. If you're really bored, you could try and guess what they are talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063167049023978194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RkP7mvOJetI/AAAAAAAAACA/hgJC3dHIRrM/s400/Scrubs.jpg" border="0" /&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/5929798201557510838-5690430760151267588?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5690430760151267588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=5690430760151267588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5690430760151267588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5690430760151267588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-second-thoughts.html' title='ON SECOND THOUGHTS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RkP7mvOJetI/AAAAAAAAACA/hgJC3dHIRrM/s72-c/Scrubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7236021869641613511</id><published>2007-05-11T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:44:30.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY TO THE WORLD... BUT NOT DINO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The happy Dino that you all know has permanently become saddened Dino. All this happened about 3mins ago, when I had an epiphany- and a real bad one.. i never get bad epiphanys. This is worse than having hairy legs, or having no tv or being deprived of ribena. by infinite times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who dont know, i had a boyfriend last year. It was a mutual decision, we both felt it was 'time' to go our own way and find better things in life. I know what you're thinking- its the lamest thing ever, because we were both really happy together, like reallly happy. But thats not the problem here. Break-ups happen everyday, anytime and happen so commonly that you don't even flinch when you hear about one. HOWEVER. this was no ordinary break up. Did i tell you that we broke on CHRISTMAS NIGHT 2006?!?! WHAT THE HELL WERE WE THINKING BREAKING UP ON CHRISTMAS ?! ITS CHRISTMAS. i'm really struggling to think of a worse time to break up on. i cant believe this did not dawn upon me sooner. now for the REST OF MY LIFE, I WILL REMEMBER CHRISTMAS AS THE BLESSED HOLIDAY WE BROKE UP ON. Dont get me wrong, it wasn't like a puffy eyes from prolonged periods of crying or screaming and chucking things- kind of break up. it was a really civil, deeply-thought out and 'positive' if you like, kind of break up. it was what we both wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT BREAKING UP ON CHRISTMAS? IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED ON THE QUEEN'S BIRTHDAY FOR ALL I CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOW WILL I ENJOY CHRISTMAS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE WITHOUT REMEMBERING WHAT HAPPENED ON CHRISTMAS 06?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I WILL SOON BECOME A CYNICAL BITCH AND CURSE THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS UPON HAPPILY MARRIED AND TOGETHER COUPLES. NOOOOOOOOOOOO I DONT WANT TO BECOME THAT! THATS THE MOST HORRIBLE THING EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH MY GOD. MY LIFE IS OVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is only one way this conundrum MAY be rectified. someone has to propose to me on CHRISTMAS NIGHT. (now theres a clue you could use, bradley =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-7236021869641613511?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7236021869641613511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7236021869641613511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7236021869641613511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7236021869641613511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/joy-to-world-but-not-dino.html' title='JOY TO THE WORLD... BUT NOT DINO.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7651520782961651563</id><published>2007-05-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:04:58.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER VS. SCRUBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had a little on-going debate about which tv series is funnier in my head. I cant seem to decide. But do i have to choose? cant i love both equally? Well the truth is. No i dont think i could love both equally. If i say How i met your mother is as funny as scrubs, it'll be like me cheating on my (hypothetical) boyfriend. YOU CANT LOVE BOTH JUST AS MUCH! ITS CHEATING. However thats not me saying that you shouldn't give &lt;em&gt;How i met your mother&lt;/em&gt; a chance in standing in the 'favourite tv show' part of your myspace profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, WATCH IT. It is seriously funny... and best to kill time with when you have noone to talk to at home. its like you become part of their family, only they're white and im not. (but im totally cool with being the token asian) =D didn i say it was awesome? ok. i really didn't want to say this, but..... ok this is too awkward. Darh. ok mayyybe... JUST maybe... it comes on par with SCRUBS. BUT I LOVE SCRUBSSSSSSS NOOOOOOO YOU MADE ME SAY IT. SCRUBS IS AWESOME! AND NOTHING OR NOONE CAN TAKE THAT AWAY! so dammit NO How i met your mother is NOT on par with scrubs. its 0.05% less funny than scrubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok now that we have the level of humour established. Lets just take a moment to RE-realise how cool that apple-cutter is!! DUDE. it cuts your apple in 1-5secs (depending on how strong you are on pushing the cutter down the apple) LIKE OMG! ...i'm not feeling the amazed vibes here. YOU GUYS ! IT CUTS YOUR APPLE IN 2SECS!!!!!! HOW IS THAT NOT AMAZING YOU?!?! WHO NEEDS A CHOPPING BOARD AND KNIFE ANYMORE? WHEN YOU HAVE THIS AMAZING CUTTER OK LETS NOT LABEL IT THE 'APPLE CUTTER' COS IT CAN CUT PEARS TOO! OR ANY OTHER FRUIT WITH A CORE FOR THAT MATTER. yeah so you better damn well praise whoever who invented this lazy-person version of cutting apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, i have an essay to write. I figured spam is going to read this so let me jus say KUDOS ON YOUR NEW BLOG LAYOUT SPAM! On the scale of best to worst apple preferences, pink ladies are BAD. granny smiths are ..mm average. but baby, the FUGI? the fugi apple is like the mother of all spaceships. So your blog was like the pink lady of the apple selection. but now? Babe, you have turned the ugly (ok your blog was not ugly per se =P i'm just saying this for arguments sake, this is sorta my warm up to the essay writing part. but i cant refer to apples for my arguments! what am i gona do?!?! *panic*) gross-tasting pink lady into a cruncy, juicy and SWEET fugi apple. yes only the very best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My God, my blog is a pink lady. *gasp* this pink lady needs to be genetically rearranged to fit the DNA of a fugi.. stay tuned. (does anyone even read this?) oh who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the panicing. and maybe it would be ideal to get 3000 of YOUR OWN words on the paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-7651520782961651563?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7651520782961651563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7651520782961651563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7651520782961651563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7651520782961651563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-i-met-your-mother.html' title='HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER VS. SCRUBS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-3839772196687439366</id><published>2007-05-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:50:14.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS MY FRIEND, DESERVES TO BE GLORIFIED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RjsraPOJesI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vn5oWTmD_Gs/s1600-h/apple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060686336043350722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RjsraPOJesI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vn5oWTmD_Gs/s400/apple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5929798201557510838-3839772196687439366?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/3839772196687439366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=3839772196687439366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3839772196687439366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/3839772196687439366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-my-friend-deserves-to-be-glorified.html' title='THIS MY FRIEND, DESERVES TO BE GLORIFIED.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RjsraPOJesI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vn5oWTmD_Gs/s72-c/apple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2790466701090805001</id><published>2007-04-30T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:29:44.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO PICK UP, OR NOT PICK UP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RjXVk_OJerI/AAAAAAAAABw/vPFZ-2pF1CM/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059184587843402418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RjXVk_OJerI/AAAAAAAAABw/vPFZ-2pF1CM/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Beach shade shelters - sem 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Usually when the phone rings at home, i dont pick up unless im literally standing right next to it, or the phone happens to be in my hand. And i must admit i've always had a pretty good intuition on who's calling, like i'd know if the phone call was for me or not, and sometimes when i can be bothered, i'd guess who the phone call was for and i'd usually guess the right person. Anyways thats not what i wanted to write about. Unfortunately the only time i actually picked up the phone because i was feeling in a 'helpful' mood, something bad happens! the world is out to get you, its true. I HUNG UP ON A TELEMARKETER TODAY! &gt;&lt; sentence ="/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though i must add, nowhere in the entire conversation do they let you say "no im not interested", then hang up and feel okay with hanging up. you know? That however, does not really make it okay to hang up before hearing what they have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO EITHER WAY. YOU LOSE! I have nothing against indian telemarketers or telemarketers or indians or ANY RACE OF TELEMARKETERS ... but they should just not exist. Perhaps next time when the phone rings, you should just wait for someone else to pick up. seriously, there is no other solution. on that note, SINCE WHEN DO TELEMARKETERS CALL AT NIGHT ANYWAY!?!? i was so not prepared to hang up on him. i mean if it was daytime, 8 out of the ten occasions when the phone rings, i'd know it was a telemarketer. but noo... they're trying to catch us unguarded! Foolishly thinking when we're busy watching tv, eating dinner or myspacing, we'd spare some time to hear about that 'free phone'? I THINK NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NO MEANS NO!!!!!!! garh. i rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5929798201557510838-2790466701090805001?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2790466701090805001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2790466701090805001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2790466701090805001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2790466701090805001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-pick-up-or-not-pick-up.html' title='TO PICK UP, OR NOT PICK UP?'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RjXVk_OJerI/AAAAAAAAABw/vPFZ-2pF1CM/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-5012559698957020430</id><published>2007-04-25T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:13:27.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give you short.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ri46d6kfXDI/AAAAAAAAABo/iHhiQeGfJC8/s1600-h/finter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057043717196569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ri46d6kfXDI/AAAAAAAAABo/iHhiQeGfJC8/s400/finter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heres one for the junkie readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in serious need of bobby pins today. So i went to priceline looking for bobby pins only to find that a pack of 100 is $6!!! talk about grossly overpriced stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank God for the reject shop. pack of 72 for a low $2!! cant complain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah and you've read too much about my life.... so thats all you're gona get out of me today!!&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/5929798201557510838-5012559698957020430?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5012559698957020430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=5012559698957020430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5012559698957020430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5012559698957020430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-give-you-short.html' title='I&apos;ll give you short.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Ri46d6kfXDI/AAAAAAAAABo/iHhiQeGfJC8/s72-c/finter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-5168079901928079589</id><published>2007-04-23T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:06:13.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT JUST ANOTHER STUDIO DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9:05am... alarm clock rings, and snoozed after 2mins of ringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10:11am... still snoozing and not really registering the need to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11:23am... looks at time *gasp* ahhhh yes i wont even make the next bus so i decide it'll be more worth it to stay in bed and wriggle my warm toes.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12:02am... scrambles out of bed, making sense of the time and knowing that studio starts at 12:30. TOO LATE to go to uni now. lets not even bother. Don't you hate waking up in the middle of the day and still feeling tired? That heavy sense of tiredness weighs on you, and you try to find a reason to justify how sleeping 8hrs and snoozing for 2hrs makes you more tired than sleeping 8hrs and waking up. Well so in midst of half snoozing/sleeping/trying to get up i decide that maybe i'm sick- that explains the fatigue right? Then i realise being sick means i'd have a blocked nose and congested nasal passages by now. Nope. none of that.. so i finally diagnose myself with MONDAYITIS. yayyy so after knowing what im down with.. i ring up perth zoo to see if they're still recruiting for docents this year.. but the answering machine keeps picking up with "Welcome to the Perth Zoo visitors information centre, our operating hours are 9am to 3pm, so please leave a message and we'll get back to you" ONE- ITS EFFIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY AND I EVEN TRIED CONVERTING TO EST TO JUSTIFY FOR THEIR LACK OF ANSWERERS THEN I REALISED THERE WAS NO NEED TO SINCE ITS FREAKIN PERTH ZOO. FCOL. blonde moment #89890000 anyway they should really hire some phone answerers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By now its too late to even make the next bus. i doodle around way too much. so i decide to msg ash to tell her about my dilemma ... well its hardly a delimma. i was hoping she'd reply with a "omg STUDIO IS TRES IMPORTANT so get your butt here asap" i mean that would've been enough to motivate me to get ready in 2mins, in time to catch my bus. But instead she replies with "Omg you're kidding... i was planning on bunking too! Hehe wanna be naughty together?" hahha that sounded so wrong. Be naughty together? Oh yes please. anything to wag studio on a monday. (Don't get me wrong, i usually am a fairly decent uni girl and i always go to studio on mondays. Its just... Asha gives me the license to wag without allowing the feelings of guilt to destroy the "wagging experience" You should try it- its thrilling.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we start brainstorming what we could do that is infinitely more exciting than being responsible students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diana: (sms) Hey you wanto go to the perth zoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-phone rings-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Both: -laughs- omg yeahhh.. blah blah.. conversation gets too engaging so we forcefully hung up only to see each other in 20mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mannn bitch at the front door would not let me buy a concession ticket because my uwa student card doesn't have a 2007 sticker. WHAT A WHORE. DO I LOOK LIKE I DROPPED OUT OF UNI ?!?! HELLO IM VERY SERIOUS ABOUT MY ARCHITECTURE DEGREE THANK YOU VERY MUCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways.. PERTH ZOO ROCKS!!! =D IT WAS INDEED A WELL-SPENT DAY. You know us architects, we need to draw inspirations from diverse places. yeah... its totally what we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How a wombat made my day: in short&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Koalas&lt;/strong&gt; make me want to crawl into foetal position on a tree and look huggable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elephants&lt;/strong&gt; remind me of that time i went on an elephant ride and my finger got painfully jammed somewhere in between somewhere. anyway- it hurt a hell of a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tigers&lt;/strong&gt; are amazing and i want one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lions ..&lt;/strong&gt; have you heard them roar? they reallly roar like &lt;strong&gt;ROAHHHHHRRRR.&lt;/strong&gt; it was cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squirrels&lt;/strong&gt; were everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meerkats&lt;/strong&gt; -never heard of them until today. i guess they are pretty cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frogs&lt;/strong&gt; were not spotted today! Not a single one. what a scam.. well we did get to go on a rope bridge that shook whenever someone moved. yeahhh sick. i'll be having one of those in my future house. and MAYBE just maybe i'll put some frogs in too hey?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhinocerus&lt;/strong&gt; have really beasty butts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tortoise&lt;/strong&gt; - you think their shells are hard? You'll only begin to understand its hardness when you see it... they are REALLY HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMBATS&lt;/strong&gt; are the cutest thing you'll ever see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they move like jelly and they almost look like pigs and that is not a bad thing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall introduce to two very cool and furry, roundish babes in my next post. Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DISCLAIMER: As far as my parents are concerned, I WENT TO UNI TODAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baboons can't help mooning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056581127743953954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RiyVvqkfXCI/AAAAAAAAABg/EU3n-aqhNUI/s400/baboon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-5168079901928079589?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/5168079901928079589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=5168079901928079589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5168079901928079589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/5168079901928079589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-just-another-studio-day.html' title='NOT JUST ANOTHER STUDIO DAY.'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RiyVvqkfXCI/AAAAAAAAABg/EU3n-aqhNUI/s72-c/baboon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7051387710292257712</id><published>2007-04-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:21:49.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsD6uEZsIsU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsD6uEZsIsU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; - This takes me to Fiji... and not back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAIR- is a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAIR- makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAIR- gets lots of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAIR- comes in all sorts of colours, forms, and sizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAIR- ok enough about hair. My mum loves my hair! MUMMYYYY IS AWESOME AND SO COOl. thats all i wanted to say about hair really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i want a brazillan boyfriend where do you find them?? -besides brazil of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sas reckons "lawn mowing in america" any other suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHOUT OUTS TO SPAMMERZZZZZZ HEHEHE HELLO SPAM!! I LOVE YOU. YES YOU'RE A GREAT FRINGE-CUTTER. APPARENTLY BETTER THAN ME... I CUT MY FRINGE AGAIN AND IT LOOKS LIKE MASS PPOO. ITS SO SHORTTTTTTTT *CRIES*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways advice to anyone reading this and considering cutting their own fringe: about 3 snips is enough - any more and you'll look crap =) attempt at your own risk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mmm mayb i should blog about something more important... nah. so i was trying to figure out how to land in "blogs of note" but it appears the blogs that they choose have some sort of 'interest' like painting or living in Antarctica, or owning an IT company, or being pregnant. Who wants to read about that!?!! not me. because i do none of those things. but im not everyone am i!?! whats my point. shut up. Who are the people that choose who gets to be a 'blog of note' anyway!!? and why should they get to decide. and HOW do they decide? pft. so i've decided i dont want to be a 'blog of note' anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture time! Can you believe THAT was our soccer uniform!??!! man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056239579059674130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RitfG6kfXBI/AAAAAAAAABY/PRDLdu5Vc6w/s400/100_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-7051387710292257712?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7051387710292257712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7051387710292257712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7051387710292257712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7051387710292257712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/httpwww.html' title='HAIR-ness'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RitfG6kfXBI/AAAAAAAAABY/PRDLdu5Vc6w/s72-c/100_1333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-2805986594818832246</id><published>2007-04-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:17:28.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PILLOW LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DEAREST ASH....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-2805986594818832246?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/2805986594818832246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=2805986594818832246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2805986594818832246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/2805986594818832246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/pillow-love.html' title='PILLOW LOVE'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-411104072923244442</id><published>2007-04-17T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:54:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL THOSE THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RiTc4ZW9PQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2pyIz5wIFg/s1600-h/frustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054407543254498562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RiTc4ZW9PQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2pyIz5wIFg/s400/frustration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHJOIA WEJAOWIEJ AOFJAOWIEAW;OJF AOIEJAW;OEIJA;OEWFAUF 0AW[U29 &lt;strong&gt;SEE THAT? WELL NOW THAT IS HOW I FEEL.&lt;/strong&gt; OWAIEJROIAWJFAOJIEO;FJAOEIOEAJEAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054392274645761250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RiTO_pW9POI/AAAAAAAAABA/-P4uydWmrGU/s320/frustration2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our reality has become about awakening, body, mind and soul. We live in a duality which creates fear and confusion at every turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What souls are searching/questing for: Higher Truths, Healing, Soul Mates, Answers about things beyond the physical realms&lt;br /&gt;- What most souls feel: A sense that all is about to change on a universal level but they don't have the details as they are not able to access that grid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To awaken to the higher frequencies that are entering our grid reality, one must heal that which holds them back and causes the negative, lower frequency emotion of fear, anger, anxiety, and depression to block their way. Often these emotions are caused by physical symptoms, or something environmental. Help can be gotten in either case by professionals and support groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once healed most souls feel a need to heal other 'wounded souls'. These souls often believe they are here to 'save humanity', that life should have meaning to that end, but you cannot always accomplish your goals in a duality which results in frustration for you and a feeling of failure for the people you are trying to guide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping others in your life, who continue to do things that make no sense and sabotage the best things in their lives and themselves, can make you a very frustrated person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up! Move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let dysfunctional people and relationships go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer suggestions and wait until the soul of the person is ready. Did you ever consider that some souls thrive on fear and pain and are programmed to that end? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All behavior patterns are DNA programmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behavior modification will only come when DNA programming is activated by the soul itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can create a temporary 'band aid' to help heal the person, but they can easily revert back to old familiar and comfortable patterns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all not equipped to heal and help others. Be discerning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I DID NOT WRITE THAT YOU RETARDS. PLAGARISING IS WHAT I DO BEST. YEAH WHAT YOU GONNA DO? ARREST ME BITCH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&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/5929798201557510838-411104072923244442?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/411104072923244442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=411104072923244442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/411104072923244442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/411104072923244442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-those-things.html' title='ALL THOSE THINGS'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RiTc4ZW9PQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v2pyIz5wIFg/s72-c/frustration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-7002427613506448711</id><published>2007-04-11T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:09:34.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RULE #888 - STICK TO BROWN HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm about to establish a few rules here- about being asian. ohh bless those little men, ching chongs and ding dongs out there (mind you they are EVERYWHERE). mm, perhaps you don't understand what it really means to be &lt;em&gt;asian&lt;/em&gt;. How do i say this, without breaking your hearts? I'll try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See, the good of the world has never stopped reinforcing how the colour of your skin (or hair for this matter), where you come from, or your gender does not for one second inhibit our right to equal opportunities in the society. EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES YOU SAY? Well, let me enlighten you to how having black hair, chinky eyes, yellow skin and being short renders us incapable of doing some things without "that is sooo asian" written all over your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 10 commandments to avoiding the&lt;em&gt; asian stereotype.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DO NOT even think about dying your hair jet black unless you want to look extremely, extremely, utterly asian, or from China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; walk anywhere in public with a camera in your hand. -unless you REALLY are a tourist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DO NOT get bangs. (Somewhat debatable- the "cool kids" policy overwrites this rule)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DO hang around in huge groups of asians if you want to be rendered as a FOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DO impress the aussies with a few sentences of chinese to give them the impression that you are 'cultured'. ohh, we love our culture dont we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NEVER walk anywhere in public with a camera in your hand. You dont understand how imperative this rule is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DO use chopsticks. This is the best way to impress anyone who is not chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DO NOT carry a backpack and wear sneakers together at any one time. FOBs allowed only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DO try to not say "is it?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-this has to be the biggest giveaway even if you aren't asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;FOR CRYING OUT LOUD DO NOT SQUAT IN PUBLIC. pleasee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Follow these 10 commandments religiously and i assure you that you may not be the stereotypical asian anymore, but you will still be ridiculously teased about your height, your mum's accent and your chinese name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright it's not all that bad.. we invented THE PARACHUTE AND FIREWORKS AND THE COMPASS AND MANY OTHER THINGS.. WE ARE VERY COOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052185616884442178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rhz4DQm8JEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vyPbB_HzjLw/s320/MXCkennyandvic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5929798201557510838-7002427613506448711?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/7002427613506448711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=7002427613506448711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7002427613506448711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/7002427613506448711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/rule-996-stick-to-brown-hair.html' title='RULE #888 - STICK TO BROWN HAIR'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/Rhz4DQm8JEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vyPbB_HzjLw/s72-c/MXCkennyandvic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929798201557510838.post-4045980355414844902</id><published>2007-04-11T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:52:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSHROOMS RE-DISCOVERED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RhvIegm8JDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9pwjOZ03pvU/s1600-h/happy-cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051851833501033522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RhvIegm8JDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9pwjOZ03pvU/s320/happy-cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Came across a field of mushrooms during my evening walk- needless to say, HALLELUJAH!! (more on this later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. "My heart will go on" is an excellent karaoke song :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The Notebook is even better when watched for the second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I think all blogs should incorporate the display of pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Yayyyy ribena sessions with gfunk tomorrow! -more on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5929798201557510838-4045980355414844902?l=missdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/feeds/4045980355414844902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5929798201557510838&amp;postID=4045980355414844902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4045980355414844902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929798201557510838/posts/default/4045980355414844902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdo.blogspot.com/2007/04/mushrooms-rediscovered.html' title='MUSHROOMS RE-DISCOVERED'/><author><name>slapgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13778455347383686193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUb4xW2xB-0/RhvIegm8JDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9pwjOZ03pvU/s72-c/happy-cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
