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blog site will still be up, if I ever decide t flounder here again.&lt;br /&gt;It's served me well for 7 years, so I couldn't bear to close it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7643726131859838317?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7643726131859838317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7643726131859838317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7643726131859838317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7643726131859838317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-8891945181961783900?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8891945181961783900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=8891945181961783900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8891945181961783900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8891945181961783900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahahahahhahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/ShzC5uRQM3I/AAAAAAAAA-0/lnTQ0mnuhO8/s72-c/ninja+turtles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6806195922600111580</id><published>2009-05-24T21:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:26:48.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A squirrel in the tree is he watching me&lt;br /&gt;Does he give a damn?&lt;br /&gt;Does he care who I am?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man, is that all I am&lt;br /&gt;Are my manners misinterpreted words or only human?&lt;br /&gt;I'm human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murderous crow, hey what you know&lt;br /&gt;What you reading about, what you hold in your toes&lt;br /&gt;Is that a twig, are you a dove of peace&lt;br /&gt;A black dove undercover, with another puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;Are you a riddle to solve all along?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I over thinking thoughts of human after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only human&lt;br /&gt;Made of flesh, made of sand, made of you and me&lt;br /&gt;The planet's talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;The natural laws ain't got no constitution&lt;br /&gt;They've got a right to live their own life&lt;br /&gt;But we keep paving over paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're only human&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are, only human&lt;br /&gt;If it's our only excuse do you think we'll keep on being only human&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are, yes we are&lt;br /&gt;Only human, only human, only human&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the major's tree, the one he planted back when he was just a boy&lt;br /&gt;Thinking 1923&lt;br /&gt;Thirty meters and a foot, take a look, take a climb&lt;br /&gt;What you'll find is the product of a seed&lt;br /&gt;The seed is sown, all alone&lt;br /&gt;It grows above, with a heart of love&lt;br /&gt;Sharp and shelter of the animals of land and cold weather breathing&lt;br /&gt;We're all breathing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planet's talking about a revolution&lt;br /&gt;The natural laws ain't got no constitution&lt;br /&gt;They've got a right to live their own life&lt;br /&gt;But we keep paving over paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're only human&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are, only human&lt;br /&gt;If it's our only excuse do you think we'll keep on being only human&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are, only human, only human, so far, so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this place it will outlive me&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to heaven I'll climb that tree&lt;br /&gt;And I will have to give my thanks&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the branch to swing on&lt;br /&gt;If I ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to give myself a baby&lt;br /&gt;I will let my children have their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're only human, yes we are&lt;br /&gt;Only human, so far, so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6806195922600111580?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6806195922600111580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6806195922600111580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6806195922600111580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6806195922600111580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336055037922015858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I need one of these. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The cuff bit comes loose only after the timer runs out.&lt;br /&gt;The ball weighs 9kg, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crud, after all these years, my lactose-intolerance has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, can't eat a bowl of cereal in peace without having t dash t the toilet half an hour later =.=&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE THEY PUTTING IN MILK THESE DAYS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my life's been back on track and Dez is happy once again. Hehehe. Therefore she is blogging on this blog. I am in quite a fix now, but both have happy outcomes - I'm currently waiting for an internship to the &lt;a href="http://digitalfringe.com.au/"&gt;Digital Fringe&lt;/a&gt;, my interview is this Monday, zomg I am bloody scaredeggxcitedhappy. Wish me luck! x) Gneeeeh. I wonder what the workload's gna be like. Ah well, being prepared for the worst is better than being unprepared anyhow, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time period's the silent lull before the storm in week 12-13, I'm sure, where everything suddenly explodes into submission dates and lack of sleep and crabbiness and periods. So I think tomorrow I'm going t spend my whole day ventilating my brain and change Ernie's water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY'S COMING ON MONDAY I CAN'T WAYYYYIIITTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To bestie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much, please hang in there. I know things are really shitty now, but hey, upside is you learn about things by experience right? And growing stronger is never a bad thing :) Just be careful about how much you show the world that you've grown though, because guys hate girls overpowering them. It's true =.= And, if you need a different opinion to anything, or perspective, please tell me what's going on at your side, and again, if you need to talk sms me okay. &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BEHIND YOU ALL THE WAY. I actually think you're going to make it ^^ Hehehe thanks for being there for me, and I really wish somehow this internship was in Singapore so I can go back and have funtimes w you again!! Miss the days in school where we'd just have the indian accent on almost th whole day hahaha. Keep me updated about how things go, love much much. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1857082360991512745?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1857082360991512745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1857082360991512745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1857082360991512745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1857082360991512745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/05/crud-after-all-these-years-my-lactose.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/Sg15yQ1GenI/AAAAAAAAA-s/i2xko_g-9DU/s72-c/study+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4435635334690038487</id><published>2009-03-29T17:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:13:04.278+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally not concentrating on my work that's due on Tuesday. Siggghhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Last night's Earth Hour was the bomb :D&lt;br /&gt;Music was so good!! &lt;3 The Barons of Tang came. THEY ROCK omg. I'm going to watch them again next Saturday in Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday mummy :D I'm sorry if I sounded slightly distracted towards the end of the conversation, my friend was half-talking to me and this tribal person was handing out tribal shakers to me for their next song! I was at uni for the Earth Hour thing, and they had some sort of tribal performance hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're too many things swimming in my head now. And the person that I want to talk to the most about all these shit things happening, keeps running away. Frustrated, puzzled, emotionally nauseous, grumpy, and indignant. And I think the sleep factor's playing up quite a large part of stress in my life. God. My head isn't agreeing with my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to listen to me for once, and not judge me. Even if they do judge me, I hope they do it quietly inside. I'm sick of solving people's problems, and it's not even their fault that they complain to me about it, it's the fact that I have an insaitable desire to please everybody in their life and make them happy. It's just my luck that there are so many depressed people in Melbourne. I can't even share my deepest darkest secrets with anyone in my life. I don't think it'll be looked upon kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even talk to Ernie or Gilbert 'cos I feel stupid sitting in front of a fishbowl and getting no response. In this case a dog might be best but oh well. Whatever. And writing, or ANYTHING fails to comfort me now because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I can't even write my feelings in my journal because I'm paranoid people will read it&lt;br /&gt;#2 I can't write it here for obvious reasons&lt;br /&gt;#3 Guitaring just isn't satisfying enough because I can't turn the volume up too loud&lt;br /&gt;#4 Alcohol is stupid&lt;br /&gt;#5 Friends aren't here / there and I don't want t bother them and they'll scold me anyway&lt;br /&gt;#6 Art depresses me further&lt;br /&gt;#7 I specifically need t talk to someone and that person is avoiding me / the subject&lt;br /&gt;#8 Eating isn't my escape&lt;br /&gt;#9 Complaining about this doesn't satisfy my turmoil neither&lt;br /&gt;#10 I don't want company, because then I have t entertain them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD. I'm just going to do my laundry. I disgust myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4435635334690038487?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4435635334690038487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4435635334690038487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4435635334690038487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4435635334690038487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-horrendous.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4007915171084220813</id><published>2009-03-25T22:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:53:06.923+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/ScoarbyKiUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NNOv0xER3TQ/s1600-h/painful-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/ScoarbyKiUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NNOv0xER3TQ/s400/painful-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317091643559151938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, writing is just trying to forget what I'm writing, so that I can forget and just write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4007915171084220813?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4007915171084220813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4007915171084220813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4007915171084220813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4007915171084220813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-now-writing-is-just-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/ScoarbyKiUI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NNOv0xER3TQ/s72-c/painful-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7394891722816449372</id><published>2009-03-12T22:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:54:48.444+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/Sbj37Ua_YAI/AAAAAAAAA-c/cnxCg-6bems/s1600-h/johnnydepp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/Sbj37Ua_YAI/AAAAAAAAA-c/cnxCg-6bems/s400/johnnydepp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312268358949756930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so bloody exciting, I can't wait for it to come out :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7394891722816449372?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7394891722816449372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7394891722816449372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7394891722816449372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7394891722816449372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-so-bloody-exciting-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/Sbj37Ua_YAI/AAAAAAAAA-c/cnxCg-6bems/s72-c/johnnydepp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6351164850138381628</id><published>2009-03-06T13:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:50:44.036+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALLLL THE BREAST TO A LEVELLERS 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as anxious - well maybe not AS anxious - as you guys about this!&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6351164850138381628?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6351164850138381628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6351164850138381628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6351164850138381628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6351164850138381628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/03/allll-breast-to-levellers-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7590165129473979974</id><published>2009-02-03T03:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:25:41.234+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SYcZgVz8HII/AAAAAAAAA98/vnRMgWEgq1I/s1600-h/DSC03045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SYcZgVz8HII/AAAAAAAAA98/vnRMgWEgq1I/s400/DSC03045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298231530026179714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood what it means to be contented with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to relax if I get judged for being lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anywhere in this world right now. I want to be in space. NOBODY is going to tell me how to live my life. Nobody's going to boss me, I will not have to want for attention from people, because I know there's no possiblities of them being in space with me. I want nothing more out of life, and I think that scares me the most. Everything else that I want is either hard to get, impossible, or tragically expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my goal, what do I achieve? After Uni, then what? I don't want to be a fat, balding animator that gets an average of 4 hours of sleep everyday, and still works at the back of a corps. I'm not even sure I want to be an animator. Sure, it's good pay, but the more I think about it...I mean, I spend at least 2 hours every single goddamn day with my guitar. I have only done one painting in 3 months. Doesn't that say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was having a small discussion with David, and it hit me that music is the only thing that's unspoiled in my life. Sure I studied a small part of it when I was younger, but I'm not like, taking a major degree in it or anything, or teaching it, or in a band. I used to escape with art, but not anymore. Art got ruined by demands. Which is ironic, because demand's what Art lives on anyway. Sigh. I think I should leave music unspoiled forever. Once you study it, and dissect it into little parts that you have to perfect, then it's just zilch. No soul, no rhythm, no primal instinct. Tch. Yuh, I shall not go into music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me with Art. Multimedia, to be exact. Think about this. 7 days a week, 7 hours on the computer, working, each day. What kinda life is that?!? Am I doing this course because I am better at it than my other subjects, or because I really love it? I can't say I love losing my eyesight. But somehow, I think over the past year, the troubles in my relationship made me hate school because I was losing so much sleep, and my emotions were massacred into crumbs that were strewn on dining tables all over the world. Honestly, I hated Melbourne for the most part because I wasn't allowed to enjoy my time there. So I'm hoping this coming year I'd be liberated, after all I'm living on my own :) And I'll finally have control over my own time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly things like that clog my face and brain for a while, and I have to blog them out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling stuffed because of a problem but I haven't thought about what it is yet.&lt;br /&gt;This is just the tip of my mind's iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm going to put Harvn's face here to destress, so you and I can laugh at it cos he looks like a nervous chipmunk that just received a golden acorn award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SYceNhwXzlI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uljkEOIgftI/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SYceNhwXzlI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uljkEOIgftI/s400/DSC03048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298236704373067346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7590165129473979974?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7590165129473979974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7590165129473979974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7590165129473979974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7590165129473979974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-never-understood-what-it-means-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SYcZgVz8HII/AAAAAAAAA98/vnRMgWEgq1I/s72-c/DSC03045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5100674969387131199</id><published>2009-01-28T02:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:26:40.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SX8lXAbtZ7I/AAAAAAAAA90/eEWSMY3tGLs/s1600-h/50441730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SX8lXAbtZ7I/AAAAAAAAA90/eEWSMY3tGLs/s400/50441730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295992763994433458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yusheng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is deemed auspicious because of its homonymic      quality - &lt;i&gt;yu&lt;/i&gt; means "fish" but enunciated      appropriately, it also means "abundance",      while &lt;i&gt;sheng&lt;/i&gt; literally means "raw"      but enunciated appropriately, it means "life".&lt;br /&gt;Thus&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yusheng&lt;/em&gt; implies "abundance of wealth and long      life".&lt;br /&gt;In Cantonese, it is known as &lt;i&gt;lo sheng&lt;/i&gt; with      &lt;i&gt;lo&lt;/i&gt; also meaning "tossing up good fortune".&lt;br /&gt;The      tossing action is called &lt;i&gt;lo hei&lt;/i&gt;, which means to      "rise" (&lt;i&gt;hei&lt;/i&gt;), again a reference to a thriving      business and thus its popularity with businessmen during the      New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;: All at the table offer New Year greetings.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gong xi fa cai&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;meaning "congratulations for      your wealth" or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wan shi ru yi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meaning "may all      your wishes be fulfilled".&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      Step 2&lt;/span&gt;: Fish, symbolising abundance or excess through the year,      is added.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nian nian you yu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you yu you      sheng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 3&lt;/span&gt;: The pomelo is added over the fish, adding both luck and      auspicious value.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da ji da li.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pepper is then dashed over the ingredients in the hope of      attracting more money and valuables.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zhao cai jin bao.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then oil is poured, circling the ingredients to increase all      profits 10,000 times and to encourage money to flow in from all      directions.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yi ben wan li&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;cai yuan guang      jin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 4&lt;/span&gt;: Carrots are added to the fish, indicating blessings of      good luck.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hong yun dang tou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then the shredded green radish is placed on the fish,      symbolising eternal youth.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qing chun chang zhu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Next, the shredded white radish is added for prosperity in      business and promotion at work.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feng sheng shui qi&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;bu bu gao      sheng.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      Step 5&lt;/span&gt;: The condiments are finally added. First, peanut crumbs      are dusted on the dish, symbolising a household filled with      gold and silver. As an icon of longevity, peanuts also      symbolise eternal youth.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jin yin man wu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sesame seeds quickly follow symbolising a flourishing      business.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sheng yi xing long.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Deep-fried flour crisps in the shape of golden pillows are then      added with wishes that literally translate to mean the whole      floor would be filled with gold.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pian di huang ji.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 6&lt;/span&gt;: All toss the salad an auspicious seven times with loud      shouts of &lt;em&gt;lo hei&lt;/em&gt; and other auspicious New Year      wishes.&lt;br /&gt;   Words: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lo hei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is Cantonese for "tossing      luck".&lt;br /&gt;   The ingredients are mixed by pushing them toward the centre, an      encouragement to push on the good luck of all at the      table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, chinese people are really money-faced and live forever without conflicts.&lt;/span&gt; Yey!&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stick to saying all those auspicious things, we just dumped all the ingredients together and infused them with english and chinese sayings. HAHAHA. I still like my pi fu rou rou. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week I've been either REALLY FREE or REALLY BUSY. I feel so stretched at both ends. Tmr I'm going to Adel's school! :D So eggciting. But have to wake up really early :( Ahya whatever la I'm being paid shan't keep complaining. I hope all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's gna be good, I can feel it in my veinsbonesbrains. It started off pretty tentatively and cautious - it's getting pretty good, I predict it'll start t get bad in May when my final assignments all start being due, but I hope by June things will be better again! Eep Eep Ooray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stop drum lessons w David! He's a damn fun tcher lol&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Melbourne blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I s'pose it will be gone once I get back and be busy about my new apt :) Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;And study subjects that I actually want to learn! :D...except for theory. K la it's not THAT bad la quite interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5100674969387131199?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5100674969387131199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5100674969387131199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5100674969387131199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5100674969387131199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/yusheng-is-deemed-auspicious-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SX8lXAbtZ7I/AAAAAAAAA90/eEWSMY3tGLs/s72-c/50441730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6478952696709827386</id><published>2009-01-11T18:26:00.026+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:31:18.204+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYLO I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MY EGGCITEXMENTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Tattoo Show 09 :D WAS HEHPEE TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were reportedly more than 120 tattoo stalls and artists from all over the world inking anyone that booked them beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnCBwXkx3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/KUnFUZ1iugE/s1600-h/DSC_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnCBwXkx3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/KUnFUZ1iugE/s400/DSC_0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972572742797170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyped up on RedBull given out free by these 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnCButpIgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/qjAKx30xH00/s1600-h/DSC_0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnCButpIgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/qjAKx30xH00/s400/DSC_0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972572298486274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA GREAT SHOT BY ASH. He was squatting down and had his ass sticking out. Then I was like "EH FASTER FASTER BEFORE HE STANDS UP" but not fast enough. Hahahaha cheap thrills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBwOJcQOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/kJysOCpfDHM/s1600-h/DSC_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBwOJcQOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/kJysOCpfDHM/s400/DSC_0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972271498936546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS THE FREAKING QUEUE FOR CHRIS GARVER. But 200% worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBwDEaKNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/WH7GwZdqOo0/s1600-h/DSC_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBwDEaKNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/WH7GwZdqOo0/s400/DSC_0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972268525037778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy standing behind us, but we weren't interested in him till we saw his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBvwa46tI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_PF-uT01lAA/s1600-h/DSC_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBvwa46tI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_PF-uT01lAA/s400/DSC_0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972263519054546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN PRETTY RIGHT omg. I like. This is the only tattoo I admired the whole day. So simple yet striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBvUgKwxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/3jOrMLnNyjw/s1600-h/DSC_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBvUgKwxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/3jOrMLnNyjw/s400/DSC_0245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972256025002770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl was quite pretty. Hahaha wonder what her picture turned out like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBvQGm1nI/AAAAAAAAA78/kyncpcjTdZw/s1600-h/DSC_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBvQGm1nI/AAAAAAAAA78/kyncpcjTdZw/s400/DSC_0247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289972254844049010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLETS OF ART neh quite cool, it's all the tattoo drills lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBCYboCTI/AAAAAAAAA70/pNEUWNeDzvY/s1600-h/DSC_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBCYboCTI/AAAAAAAAA70/pNEUWNeDzvY/s400/DSC_0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289971483985578290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBB74n95I/AAAAAAAAA7s/AOls1gD_dAA/s1600-h/DSC_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBB74n95I/AAAAAAAAA7s/AOls1gD_dAA/s400/DSC_0249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289971476322580370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam whoring whilst waiting 2 freaking hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBBygnJVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/xlMmdCqu6r4/s1600-h/DSC_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBBygnJVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/xlMmdCqu6r4/s400/DSC_0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289971473805944146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guy in front of us, that kept gently pounding the small of his girlfriend's back. Hahaha she got quite annoyed and kept shoving his hand away, aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBBkLWtqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/pWOga6jUv7w/s1600-h/DSC_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBBkLWtqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/pWOga6jUv7w/s400/DSC_0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289971469958690466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaghir's Buttcheeks show. The girls were...surprising, should I say. Won't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBBX-vVGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/4kk0kgLwwJg/s1600-h/DSC_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnBBX-vVGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/4kk0kgLwwJg/s400/DSC_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289971466684552290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol look at Aaghir running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAHN8HgUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/wVwNIWVku1c/s1600-h/DSC_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAHN8HgUI/AAAAAAAAA7M/wVwNIWVku1c/s400/DSC_0277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289970467556786498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Tyrrell! :) Amazing realist tattoo artist. Was quite fascinating to watch him plan out this hardcore sketch. Until this faggot girl cut in front of ash's and my view and stood there. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGw9Tp4I/AAAAAAAAA7E/sEPI4h6oZS4/s1600-h/DSC_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGw9Tp4I/AAAAAAAAA7E/sEPI4h6oZS4/s400/DSC_0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289970459777148802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky guy gets his Jesus Christ tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGuA4cqI/AAAAAAAAA68/-UQMAi86VhY/s1600-h/DSC_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGuA4cqI/AAAAAAAAA68/-UQMAi86VhY/s400/DSC_0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289970458986836642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS GARVER CHRIS GARVER CHRIS GARVER. Can you IMAGINE how many nights was spent with Luke and Rie watching Miami Ink, and I FINALLY MEET THIS TALENTED MAN. *Breathes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGYrGJxI/AAAAAAAAA60/H11FIleITU8/s1600-h/DSC_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGYrGJxI/AAAAAAAAA60/H11FIleITU8/s400/DSC_0298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289970453258315538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao look at Ashley's eggcited eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGP3--jI/AAAAAAAAA6s/tLieDwkuLSA/s1600-h/DSC_0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnAGP3--jI/AAAAAAAAA6s/tLieDwkuLSA/s400/DSC_0299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289970450896452146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Was trembling like shit, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWm_VP7IQMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Cw66WnQ9-R0/s1600-h/DSC_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWm_VP7IQMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Cw66WnQ9-R0/s400/DSC_0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289969609096052930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on, Ash :) Hahaha look at that bored boy in the bg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWm_U4nnQXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/kLCBwV9e38s/s1600-h/DSC_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWm_U4nnQXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/kLCBwV9e38s/s400/DSC_0301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289969602840183154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was forced by her to take three shots. AND SHE ONLY HELPED ME TAKE TWO tmd LOL nehmind I forgive you Ashley. Ashley got a nice autographed poster of a girl that looks like Angelina Jolie with a koifish tattoo on her arms and back, all painted in watercolours by Mr. Garver himself haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnE66FLZ0I/AAAAAAAAA80/V-uJGECNogk/s1600-h/DSC_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnE66FLZ0I/AAAAAAAAA80/V-uJGECNogk/s400/DSC_0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289975753625790274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cwissss GAHRVURRR siggy. Dammit I regret not getting one. Ahya. Picture should be enough, I'm not a hardcore fan, I just respect his talents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmxbKWMtZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/17Ag9VZ2Avc/s1600-h/DSC_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmxbKWMtZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/17Ag9VZ2Avc/s400/DSC_0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289954317515404690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Johnny I still love you don't panic :D Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwxBcUm8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/5rBjvjAj9_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwxBcUm8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/5rBjvjAj9_Y/s400/DSC_0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289953593570663362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad turns and whirls. Eh ash you sprouted a mini-skirt HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwnpEDLeI/AAAAAAAAA58/PVexbfZKn80/s1600-h/CSC_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwnpEDLeI/AAAAAAAAA58/PVexbfZKn80/s400/CSC_0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289953432407584226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to dance like Agyness Deyn lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnGbIsSJFI/AAAAAAAAA88/F9s_Xnf4Tys/s1600-h/DSC_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnGbIsSJFI/AAAAAAAAA88/F9s_Xnf4Tys/s400/DSC_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289977406815347794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO NIGGAZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwhehxp7I/AAAAAAAAA50/qYW_YTFRCbc/s1600-h/CSC_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwhehxp7I/AAAAAAAAA50/qYW_YTFRCbc/s400/CSC_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289953326500259762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like gay talk like gay HAHAHA dizzy ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwYnxrVzI/AAAAAAAAA5s/MPfz655A_Vo/s1600-h/DSC_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwYnxrVzI/AAAAAAAAA5s/MPfz655A_Vo/s400/DSC_0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289953174364051250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FASTER FASTER THE ESCALATOR'S ENDING ALREADY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwPPk1DMI/AAAAAAAAA5k/DMgwSwYZySM/s1600-h/DSC_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwPPk1DMI/AAAAAAAAA5k/DMgwSwYZySM/s400/DSC_0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289953013248888002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the freaking scary ad in the background. It's an advert about contact lenses that make your eyes look bigger. LOL in the end she looked like an alien. Here's Ash's out-take on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwGaDUvOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/KSPp0chm11s/s1600-h/DSC_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmwGaDUvOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/KSPp0chm11s/s400/DSC_0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289952861442325730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be as retarded as Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmv7x_97FI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XJ8CUBY_Tn8/s1600-h/DSC_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmv7x_97FI/AAAAAAAAA5U/XJ8CUBY_Tn8/s400/DSC_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289952678892137554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner #1 A** High Distinction President's Global Award of Retardation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvvwb3orI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ivRcY7GBWoY/s1600-h/DSC_0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvvwb3orI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ivRcY7GBWoY/s400/DSC_0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289952472313864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feetys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvnKAFa-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/7EKQTpOk4uQ/s1600-h/DSC_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvnKAFa-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/7EKQTpOk4uQ/s400/DSC_0324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289952324557827042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Changi Airport cargo lift. LOL "FASTER FASTER NOBODY ELSE IS IN THE LIFT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvTvBks7I/AAAAAAAAA48/wmQzyqCthpg/s1600-h/DSC_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvTvBks7I/AAAAAAAAA48/wmQzyqCthpg/s400/DSC_0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951990898799538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceiling jump cannot make it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvG3Yjf-I/AAAAAAAAA40/Ptvpo0H2nhc/s1600-h/DSC_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmvG3Yjf-I/AAAAAAAAA40/Ptvpo0H2nhc/s400/DSC_0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951769804373986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat Popeye's in terminal 3. Aftermath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmuzoAEgSI/AAAAAAAAA4s/NudFd3qrgoY/s1600-h/DSC_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmuzoAEgSI/AAAAAAAAA4s/NudFd3qrgoY/s400/DSC_0339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289951439257633058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh stop taking pictures. I SHAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmuVrcV5KI/AAAAAAAAA4k/odQuYI5qNmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmuVrcV5KI/AAAAAAAAA4k/odQuYI5qNmQ/s400/DSC_0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289950924785444002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne's shoulders. :) Was playing around w Jac's SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmtNWDUgJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/c8cxAD19ZQA/s1600-h/DSC_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWmtNWDUgJI/AAAAAAAAA4c/c8cxAD19ZQA/s400/DSC_0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289949682092769426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ALL IN ALL I am quite rather the eggcites.&lt;br /&gt;Standing and queuing for 2 hours straight (ChrisGarverChrisGarver&lt;3), so on the 45mins bus ride back my back and ass were the epitome of ACHES. But 'twas a fun day spent with Ash. Hahaha. There were apparently 8000 over people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Aaghir for getting me in free! :D Hahaha we totally skipped the queue and went in pretend-wearing the tags. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know what it's like to be a celebrity man. At that point when I was posing w Garver all around it was like a beehive of camera pops and flashes, and there was a sort of muted air around, as if sound could be captured in pictures. DID I TELL YOU THAT CHRIS GARVER IS A VIRGO TOO. Haha. He's born on September 11, how uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. The potential energy in me was built up to a high in 2 hours, and when Chris came back from his break it was like released into uncontrollable excited trembling LOL. I think I'm like this in my most extreme moods. Sad, angry, unbelievably happy, and jealous. Hahaha. Stupid Aaghir la give us the RedBull. "It makes you horny" was his reason. =.= I don't think so dude, the advert just shows you how you perform better because of the energy rush. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW THEY ARE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER CONVENTION NEXT YEAR. I want to get my number 24. :) Ashley you are going with me next year. Set ah. Okay it's Chee's birthday and everybody's in th house and the air is filled with Mother's delicious beehoon and chicken curry. I AM IN EARTHLY HEAVEN. Leanne IS SO CUTE EEEEE she has 2 bruises on her left cheek from falling down. HAHAHAHA SO CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Chee likes her present! :)&lt;br /&gt;Okaayyy I'm off to see the wizardd, the wonderful wizard of Ozzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where're you at?&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6478952696709827386?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6478952696709827386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6478952696709827386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6478952696709827386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6478952696709827386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/heylo-i-can-barely-contain-my.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SWnCBwXkx3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/KUnFUZ1iugE/s72-c/DSC_0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4184509121791231530</id><published>2009-01-11T15:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:56:24.794+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Just call him “Rubber Johnny.”&lt;/em&gt; Golden Globe Award-winning actor Johnny Depp has been offered a whopping $10million to front a new ad campaign for condom giant Trojan. The forty-four year old actor is being courted to appear in a series of television &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.popcrunch.com/johnny-depp-condom-johnny-depp-trojan-condom-ad-campaign-10-million/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 55, 255) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(13, 55, 255) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;promotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Trojan’s new line of Magnum condoms. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trojan bosses are convinced snagging Johnny as their new spokesman will expand sales in the United States. In fact, adveritsing executives have already begun toying with a few slogan ideas, including: &lt;em&gt;“Stand up with Johnny for safer sex.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No word on whether or not Johnny’s “up” for getting in bed with Trojan, but the Public Enemies star does have a history of strong feelings about sex education, particularly as a star on Fox’s teen crime series 21 Jump Street in the 1980s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This show teaches kids about drugs and safe sex, which is why I agreed to do it,”&lt;/em&gt; he once said in an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday Chee :D Love you long time see you tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4184509121791231530?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4184509121791231530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4184509121791231530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4184509121791231530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4184509121791231530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ust-call-him-rubber-johnny.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3548738446382734637</id><published>2009-01-09T01:45:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:17:11.243+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay I have finalised my song! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be chorded to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E, B, C# and A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the bridge, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G, D, C&lt;/span&gt; and most probably back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, I have yet t consult HH on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Coloured Belt (5TH REVISION! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your chair is nearly empty&lt;br /&gt;The raven's hold passes&lt;br /&gt;I crave the sweet melody&lt;br /&gt;That our love has yet to harness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, pure love, wherefore art thou (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Simmering, skulking, straining, striking,&lt;br /&gt;Through a rough, golden, infinite mile&lt;br /&gt;Can you pick up my heart a-shattering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised pieces seep through my floor&lt;br /&gt;You'd think my knees would've felt&lt;br /&gt;The shouts, the scratching at my door&lt;br /&gt;But all you wore was a coloured belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, pure love, wherefore art thou (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I smile for a while&lt;br /&gt;But love has its way&lt;br /&gt;And I just disobey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guitar solo here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your chair is history&lt;br /&gt;The doves have begun to shine again&lt;br /&gt;My tune swarms through the mystery&lt;br /&gt;Of our love stained campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus,&lt;br /&gt;and then finger-picking E, B, C# and A):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, pure love, wherefore art thou&lt;br /&gt;Can you pick up my heart a-shattering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably have noticed I have altered the poem quite a fair bit to match a more sing-able tune. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BRIDGE SOUNDS DODGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bobbbb the Builder&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can we fix it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bobbbb the Builder&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YES WE CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoooooozles Bossa Nova and Bo Diddley beats, infuse my soul please. I have to play well for tmr's lesson. AND FOR THE RECORD, I HAVE NOT TAKEN A SINGLE SHOT WITH MY CAMERA FOR I THINK A MONTH. Dez is stale in the photography section because nothing has captured my attention for displaying yet. Anyhoo, my paintings have been hung in th Sentosa Cove house and my organs leap skyward everytime I see them suspended from those cable wire things :D Such a nice nice nice thing for Mas-san to do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, have noticed that Johnny Depp's nose in the painting looks slightly wonky, and one part of his nose shadows are slightly too enhanced. TRES HORRIBLE! And the worst part is that it's only noticeable after the paint dries! :( But it's hard t fix because I'd have t remove the frames and everything. Ahya what shall I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it's Jen's burfday today. HAPPY 100TH JEN! SHE'S OLD, EVERYBODY!! :D :D I hope she gets her inner wish (; Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm in quite a content mood now. Because I rawred at someone with nice eyes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but this afternoon I was not so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to suddenly come back?&lt;br /&gt;I want you out. Goodbye, gone, caput. Finito.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single peep, word, look, touch, or scent from you.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be your friend, and pretend&lt;br /&gt;That nothing had ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more to me that you don't understand, and you never will.&lt;br /&gt;No one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K see la. I'm emoing again.&lt;br /&gt;But drumming....I beg t differ :)&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be going to JB this tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT'S SO EXCITING ABOUT IT YOU ASK.&lt;br /&gt;I will be train-ing thereeee woohoo! Funtimes. I wonder how long it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Can't wait can't wait can't wait to see your shy formation of a smile&lt;br /&gt;And perfect crooked rectangles of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;And brown-rimmed-black-pupil-on-white spheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession? No, not yet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3548738446382734637?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3548738446382734637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3548738446382734637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3548738446382734637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3548738446382734637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-i-have-finalised-my-song-d-it-will.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5606994025270940870</id><published>2009-01-03T05:30:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:01:50.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Coloured Belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your chair is nearly empty&lt;br /&gt;The raven's hold passes&lt;br /&gt;I crave the sweet melody&lt;br /&gt;That our love still has yet to harness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defaced pieces seep through my floor&lt;br /&gt;You'd think my knees would've felt&lt;br /&gt;The shouts, the scratching at my door&lt;br /&gt;But all you wore was a coloured belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, pure love, wherefore art thou&lt;br /&gt;Simmering, skulking, straining, striking&lt;br /&gt;Through a golden, infinite mile&lt;br /&gt;Can you pick up my heart a-trembling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your chair is history&lt;br /&gt;The doves have begun to sparkle again&lt;br /&gt;My tune swarms through the mystery&lt;br /&gt;Of our love-stained campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you pick up my heart a-shattering? (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my first song ever, to be written and actually agreed on to be made into music that's properly mixed and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank you Harvn&lt;/span&gt; :) Means a lot to me. I'll be fixing up some parts of the lyrics s'more, t me it just seems like it has found the right note, but it's not tugging at heartstrings as of yet. I want to be able to provoke the feeling of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. Well the audience doesn't have to, but it would be nice if I could get some emotion, any emotion out of them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple acoustic behind this, and probably minimal drums. Second acoustic finger-picking shall be considered. Oh my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been this happy since...Well I don't know. My insides have stopped being thrown about in a washing machine, but instead it's been gathered from the washing line and neatly pressed and folded. Not put in anyone's cupboard as of yet, but at least my world is a lot more calm than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel inspired t write yet another song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could explain each line here, cause all of them have meanings by themselves. But no one's gna wna listen so it's open to interpretation for now. Also, just for fun, the ending reflects the beginning but it's different, tone-wise. Hahaha. Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Harvn's place is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recording heaven&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. He has freaking EVERYTHING. Except the drums are a bit dodgy, too small t hit properly but who gives a shit, produce some sound okay alr lol. Couldn't do recording cos his other skateboarder friends were there and they were messing around w all the equipment HAHA and anyway it's not really polite to be like concentrating on our own things w people around. Ah well have the preview anw! Lol the raw recording is damn funny la hahaha but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I IS PROGRESS THE VERY WELL W MY DRUMS ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I am one of David's top students HAHAHAHA sialan I MUST, I MUST, I MUST INCREASE MY LUST (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for drumming&lt;/span&gt;, there's no other word that rhymes.) He said by Feb I will be able to play Sweet Child of Mine and when he said that I was like BLESS YOU MAN lol whoooooo eggksaiturd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah taught me how to play the bass properly and gave me a nice finger exercise :) Thank you! I shall increase the growth of my blisters. Ehehehe yay I'm so surrounded by music aaaaah happy happy happy happy happy. HAPPY. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEZ IS HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;. Shocking. Okay I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have the most captivating eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;And the way your fringe curls across your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God help me, I don't think I can get angry w you, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5606994025270940870?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5606994025270940870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5606994025270940870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5606994025270940870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5606994025270940870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2009/01/coloured-belt-your-chair-is-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3937301231277529706</id><published>2008-12-29T22:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:00:44.164+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The glove compartment isn't accurately named&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows it.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm&lt;br /&gt;And all i find are souvenirs from better times&lt;br /&gt;Before the gleam of your taillights fading east&lt;br /&gt;To find yourself a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for some legal document&lt;br /&gt;As the rain beat down on the hood&lt;br /&gt;When i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;And that's how this idea was drilled into my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's too important&lt;br /&gt;To stay the way it's been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade&lt;br /&gt;And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all&lt;br /&gt;And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade&lt;br /&gt;And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all&lt;br /&gt;And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake at night (up all night)&lt;br /&gt;When i'm lying awake at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3937301231277529706?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3937301231277529706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3937301231277529706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3937301231277529706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3937301231277529706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/glove-compartment-isnt-accurately-named.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5523759334600159982</id><published>2008-12-21T19:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:34:59.967+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peeoop!&lt;br /&gt;Plink&lt;br /&gt;Plungk&lt;br /&gt;Baaaang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped me brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWHOWHOWHOWOW&lt;br /&gt;I feel like goldilocks that just ate papa's porridge.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I've done something that puts me in imminent danger, but I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;There's this aura of danger around me and I can't shake it off. Been feeling really uneasy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, class gathering was the bombzxzz. Everybody needed to pee AT THE SAME TIME LOLOLOL so we crowded macs and all hahahaha. I think we gave Cafe Cartel the worst night of their lives hahaha all the patrons were so annoyed w us. Hahaa eh imagine if the PL teachers had tea there again like last time HAHA! Playground gossiping is beautiful. LOL who knew so much about the others. I tell you Singapore and the world is getting smaller and smaller luh. Must be careful about what you say about others! (Yes you mel! ;) haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has gotten prettier. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad amrit and sarina couldn't make it aww :( Haven't seen them since O Level results. Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging is by far the best free feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Leanne's over! Gna play with her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5523759334600159982?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5523759334600159982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5523759334600159982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5523759334600159982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5523759334600159982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/peeoop-plink-plungk-baaaang-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3479560971872277294</id><published>2008-12-17T03:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:52:15.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhkkaayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's goin' to be rollin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;Leeyah&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;Han&lt;br /&gt;Ter&lt;br /&gt;Serhui&lt;br /&gt;Jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's passing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda&lt;br /&gt;Adel&lt;br /&gt;Johanna&lt;br /&gt;Amrit&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;Vaissh&lt;br /&gt;Sar&lt;br /&gt;Hems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BEHOLD, GOOD LORD!&lt;br /&gt;9 people are going! That's a pretty darn good effort. The last time we raked up...13 I do think. Or was it 15? I'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconfirmed people, please please please get back to me LATEST BY FRIDAY! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3479560971872277294?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3479560971872277294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3479560971872277294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3479560971872277294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3479560971872277294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/ohhkkaayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3673609502263365745</id><published>2008-12-15T01:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:43:59.694+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey 4C2 guys, here's an updated list of who's goin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Joanna&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag on the good ol' board if you're iffy about things yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3673609502263365745?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3673609502263365745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3673609502263365745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3673609502263365745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3673609502263365745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-4c2-guys-heres-updated-list-of-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-69927619309217745</id><published>2008-12-13T17:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:11:39.961+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, a lot of people are starting to tell me they can't make it on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, people who can make it on Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;Joanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tag on my board if you can't make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Saturday, 20th December 08&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Serangoon Gdns Bus Stop&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6pm - God knows when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy weather: City Hall (Probably eat at NYNY!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-69927619309217745?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/69927619309217745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=69927619309217745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/69927619309217745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/69927619309217745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-lot-of-people-are-starting-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4398886822960431563</id><published>2008-12-13T15:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:07:44.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODY THAT'S ACTUALLY STILL READING THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OKAY NOT EVERYBODY, JUST ATTENTION TO 4C2 '06 PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MONITRESS IS BACK IN BUSINESSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO I'VE DECIDED THAT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20TH DECEMBER, SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;, IS A VERY SEXY DAY AND WE SHALL BE HAVING OUR &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLASS GATHERING&lt;/span&gt; ON THAT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANY QUALMS ABOUT IT, MESSAGE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME. OR MEL OR ASH&lt;/span&gt;. HEHEHHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET AT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6PM&lt;/span&gt; AT __________(PLEASE HELP ME THINK, THANKS)&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THAT S'GOON GARDENS WILL BE A GOOD CHOICE BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS WHERE IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT, PROBABLY TOWN.&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT, BBQ?&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL BE HAVING DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU GUYS WNA HAVE DRINKS AFTER THAT LET ME KNOWZLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE PLEASE TRY TO BE FREE ON THAT DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, YOU CAN BRING YOUR BOYFRIENDS AND GIRLFRIENDS THEY ARE VERY WELCOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE THIS IS ENOUGH NOTICE - PLEASE&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; DON'T BE A LAZY POKEMON&lt;/span&gt; AND PASS THIS MESSAGE AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSES I WILL ACCEPT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Death or responsibility of or towards a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hospitable or contagious illness.&lt;br /&gt;3) Life-changing last minute events.&lt;br /&gt;4) Work at that PARTICULAR TIME.&lt;br /&gt;5a) A pre-planned event that coincides.&lt;br /&gt;5b) However, if it is to get drunk, I will not accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAN, PLEASE ARRANGE TO MEET YOUR OTHER FRIENDS ON ANOTHER DAY. CLASS GATHERINGS HARDLY HAPPEN, BUT IF YOUR FRIENDS ARE TRUE TO YOU THEY WILL UNDERSTAND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BHAI. I HAVE TO TELL MEL AND ASH THAT THEY ARE IN THIS WITH ME. HAHAHAHAAHA JUST FACEBOOK THEM LA. I DON'T HAVE FACEBOOK YES I AM A CAVE WOMAN. SEE YOU THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4398886822960431563?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4398886822960431563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4398886822960431563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4398886822960431563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4398886822960431563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-everybody-thats-actually-still.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7561402497917997398</id><published>2008-12-11T21:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:10:13.914+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; 1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, "Is this okay?" you say...&lt;br /&gt;Cabron - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Hero - Nickelback (Oh yea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Stickwitu - Pussycat Dolls (Yes please thankyouverymuch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Women - Johnny Depp, Alan Rickman (Woman would've been a better choice..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Lady - Kenny Rogers (That sucks, I would've thought otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Mad World - Gary Jules (Yuh. I want out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;She's Only 18 - Red Hot Chili Peppers (WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;You Look Good Jack - Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (Holy cow &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;More Than Words - eXtreme (Ya, it's numbers -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;A Year On An Airplane - Daphne Loves Derby (I don't!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Naked As We Came - Iron &amp;amp; Wine (-.- omg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Stay Close To Me - Tommy Emmanuel (who?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Blues In The Night - Janet Seidel (Tsk killjoy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Speak - No Doubt (HAHAHAHA?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Into The Night - Carlos Santana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Believer - The Monkees (Damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Will and Elizabeth - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl (WTF. Quite pompous but WTF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;I Hate This Part - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Gollywogs Cake Walk - Tommy Emmanuel (Yuh baybeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Know-How - Kings of Convinience (I s'pose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;Dontcha - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;Middle of the Hill - Josh Pyke (Hooookay. Hope it's not Bukit Timah can alr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one thing you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me - Collin Raye (Eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;The Fall Of Saigon - Miss Saigon Soundtrack (No, it makes me laugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever get married?&lt;br /&gt;A Little Time - Beautiful South (Sheeeyat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares you the most?&lt;br /&gt;The Hunt - Tommy Emmanuel (I....guess...the hound dogs....scare me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Wait A Minute - Pussycat Dolls (Sigh :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;I Can Hear Music - Freddie Mercury (NO I WANT MY MUSIC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;Fascination - Kem (Yuh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Imma Shine - Youngbloodz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7561402497917997398?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7561402497917997398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7561402497917997398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7561402497917997398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7561402497917997398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-538219264722558943</id><published>2008-12-05T13:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:07:38.662+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"By living our lives, we nurture death. True as this might be, it was only one of the truths we had to learn. What I learned from Naoko's death was this: no truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning. Hearing the waves at night, listening to the sound of wind, day after day I focused on these thoughts of mine. Knapsack on my back, sand in my hair, I moved farther and farther west, surviving on a diet of whisky, bread and water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norwegian Wood, by Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-538219264722558943?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/538219264722558943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=538219264722558943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/538219264722558943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/538219264722558943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/12/by-living-our-lives-we-nurture-death.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4042257446473292512</id><published>2008-11-21T23:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:57:36.768+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An Extravagant Comparison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw us PMS moods&lt;br /&gt;Throw us petty immaturity&lt;br /&gt;Throw us bad hair days&lt;br /&gt;Throw us religious differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw us a thousand hormonal girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;Throw us family scorn&lt;br /&gt;Throw us friendship scorn&lt;br /&gt;Throw us confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw us anger&lt;br /&gt;Throw us hurt&lt;br /&gt;Throw us betrayal&lt;br /&gt;Throw us temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still ultimately happy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on? Am I living it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4042257446473292512?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4042257446473292512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4042257446473292512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4042257446473292512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4042257446473292512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/11/extravagant-comparison-throw-us-pms.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2484331509772762969</id><published>2008-11-17T03:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:22:55.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SSBHtfERuEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ASXzdIEmXgc/s1600-h/5391.jpg"&gt;This is apparently the most expensive guitar in the entire worlddddddd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost US$950,000, but was sold as an auctioned item as a charity thing for the Tsunami victims, and in the end it became a whopping US$3.7 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY. But it looks tres magnificente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SSBHtfERuEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ASXzdIEmXgc/s1600-h/5391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SSBHtfERuEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ASXzdIEmXgc/s400/5391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269290410782603330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signees of this expensive electric guitar included Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Eric Clapton, Brian May, Jimmy Page, David Gilmour, Jeff Beck, Pete Townsend, Mark Knopfler, Ray Davis, Liam Gallagher, Ronnie Wood, Tony Iommi, Angus &amp;amp; Malcolm Young, Paul McCartney, Sting, Ritchie Blackmore, Def Leppard, and Bryan Adams, the coordinator of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home in Singapore btw!&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy joy joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2484331509772762969?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2484331509772762969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2484331509772762969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2484331509772762969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2484331509772762969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-apparently-most-expensive.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SSBHtfERuEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ASXzdIEmXgc/s72-c/5391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3282598963154646190</id><published>2008-11-04T13:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:30:04.638+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SQ-t89Ml50I/AAAAAAAAAqk/jruwTWWg2RQ/s1600-h/DSC02806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SQ-t89Ml50I/AAAAAAAAAqk/jruwTWWg2RQ/s400/DSC02806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617752150533954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm mad and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my 1st hiphop class ytd with Haruka. EERRRRRR. Let's just say hiphop isn't for me. Eri reckons Breakdancing's more suitable because I'm the type to practise perfection and not so much fancy arm and leg flailing movements in a group. He can probably practise with me too! Wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going back next week, it's quite fun but I think all the other people in the group are really experienced....So I feel quite uneasy. Even though it's a beginners class, and Haru has learnt ballet and goes to Hiphop Intermediate classes. She's just keeping me company &gt;.&lt; hiy! That class is scary. But the guys were so annoying. THEY were the giggly ones at the back of the class not being able to do anything and the girls kept glaring at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the instructor was really nice though, and it's basically a huge school hall haha. His name's JD (COINCIDENCE I THINK NOT eee johnny depp! okok) and he's from So You Think You Can Dance (Australia). And there was like a Mazda CAR in the HALL. And I was like !?!? and it's actually one of the students'. Like what the. Really awesome seeing the advanced class practising. Hahaha and in the waiting room there're people windmilling and flaring. Awesommmmmeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I prefer ballet where I have a personal trainer telling me what to do because sometimes when I can't keep up w the class it's degrading. And it doesn't help that the girl in front of me was like a pro. Should go to intermediate class what o.O Neh. Lol and I was wearing my new sneakers so it was hard to slide and turn, lol damn good friction soles indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sad side, one of my shoelaces got CAUGHT in the ESCALATOR PLEASE. So freaking scared and all the images of the people with Croc shoes being sucked into the side flashed through my mind OMG. AND NOBODY STOPPED TO HELP ME!!!!! WTF!! So I pulled as hard as possible and snapped my shoelace so it broke free. Now I have a mangled end of a brand new shoelace. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos I've got two new projects for myself t keep my busy during the hols. I've had quite enough of dealing with computers, so I've decided to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tattoo designs&lt;br /&gt;2) Geisha paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy. Started on the tattoo ones, gna do a series of the zodiac and planetary signs. BETCHA DIDN'T KNOW THERE WERE PLANETARY SIGNS!!!! Gnehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay 11 days 11 days. :D *muffled squeeeeeeal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3282598963154646190?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3282598963154646190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3282598963154646190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3282598963154646190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3282598963154646190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SQ-t89Ml50I/AAAAAAAAAqk/jruwTWWg2RQ/s72-c/DSC02806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6931809463002248381</id><published>2008-10-26T23:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:55:43.594+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading my DAMN old posts from when I was 14. Most of them were really retarded and filled with Peanut and complaints about school, 15 was the age of complaining about handbells, and 16 was depressing poems about O Levels. Hahahah what a life. I took this excerpt from when I was 16 hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My teacher once said that: "I have sex with my husband every week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never in my life have I regretted: Taking piano lessons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile: Ashley (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i'm nervous: I need to excrete / egest all substances from my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The last time i laughed (until i cried) was when: My sister lost a bet (betting on the sex of my cousin's foetus) and had to carry the newspaper stack to the recycling bin all the way at the basement carpark :D without help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My hair is: Long, black, and nice-to-make-fun-of. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My feet are: Er, long. Size 7. They're also whiter than the rest of my visible body except my teeth, nails and eyeballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last christmas: Was spent in LA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i turn my head left, i see: A clutter of things, most prominently my Guitar ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i turn my head right, i see: A clutter of things, most prominently my Brands Essence of Chicken stack. and hairbands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When i look down, i see: the keyboard. (my feet are on the table. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The craziest recent event was: Lunch at &lt;3land&gt;5 course dinner, followed byToasted Sardine Bread With Chopped Onions and Garlic. ooooh ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you make me really happy: I will get into my generous moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon: My school, tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boys are: seriously in need of having their egos deflated, somehow, somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd stop my wedding if: My fiancee dies o.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The world could do without: WAR, racism, bullies, and irritating barghs who think they're the Best. "All you need is love!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Lick the belly of a hippo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself: The bus fare back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you: Ice Mountain Water from Ashley hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My least favourite time of the day is: "Early in the morning at 6 o clock.." unless it's getting ready to go overseas. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The last time i was high: This afternoon at &lt;3land&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The last person i talked to told me: Go and BATHE LA! Nowadays getting later and later huh, then you sleep later and later, then you complain tired, then I keep having to boil these tonic soups for you, you know! Waste my money and was my cooking pot! Go and BATHE! Hiyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last night: I slept fitfully. Dreamt of many jumbled scenes. Woke up at 2, 4.15, then an excruciating 6.05 when my normal time is 6.18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's this girl i know who: Can touch the tip of her tongue to her nose o.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's this guy i know who: Sucks and dishes out Math Homework like diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy: HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm listening to: "Kree -- Kree -- Kree - Woh wohwohwohwoh!!!! wohwohwohwohwohh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I last ate: Kinder Bueno (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My bedsheet is: Green with green leafy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I smell: My knee, which has the lovely fragrance of Johnson and Johnson's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On my table, i have: Er. Okay, you asked for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Piles of worksheets and math textbooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Moisturising Cream, Green Nail Polish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Clean Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Combs, brush, hair ties, bands, hair styling gel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Loads of stationary and Porcupine paper-clip holder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6) KoKo Krunch and Milo Balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7) A cup and 2 empty bottles. And 2 Bacardi Peach bottles and a Snapple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8) Camera, handphone, computer, printer, speakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9) Tissues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10) Broadway CDs and a Garfield sewing kit. Loose batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11) Stickers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12) Earring stand, box and containers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13) Guitar scores and a pack of strings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14) My bra :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My full name is: Desiree Seow Yanru, but it also varies to Desree, Dezire, Dessire, Disiree, Daezeree, Dizeri. Yeh. And many irritating comments on my surname pronunciation. I hate my surname, sad to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'll redo it again! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher once said that: "He was bending over her like this (*demonstrates*), so obviously he was f***ing her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I regretted: Taking piano lessons! (still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile: Ashley (: (still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm nervous: I whine and cry to Eri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i laughed (until i cried) was: On the day of my Flash Game submission, and me and Jen were in the lab, and I asked her how did she create a particular graphic. She told me the wrong answer and we both laugh till we cried cos of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: Long, black, and nice-to-make-fun-of. ): (still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are: Size 7. They have slipper tan lines in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last christmas: Was half spent in New York and Singapore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn my head left, i see: My window, electric guitar, fan and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn my head right, i see: My door, classical guitar, art garb, Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look down, i see: My messy table and prominently, Flash AS3 lecture and tutorial notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest recent event was: Spotting an innocent, kindly old woman in a brown coat that I walk pass everyday and say "Hello" to, peeing in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make me really happy: I will get into my generous moods. (still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon: Caulfield Racecourse Guineas Room, for my AS3 exam, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are: seriously in need of having their egos deflated, somehow, somewhere. (STILL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop my wedding if: My fiancee dies o.0 (still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without: Mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Bungee jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself: Eclipse mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you: Haruka printed a cover sheet for my assignment, cost 12cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favourite time of the day is: 7:43am, when I wake up in the freezing cold for my 9am classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i was high: Today, reading my old blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person i talked to told me: Okay, goodnight! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night: I slept for 10 hours. Fretted about my exam tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl i know who: Has the most disgusting bad breath and no fashion sense and has the WORST Javanese accent EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy i know who: Is still there in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy: HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH (still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to: The quiet cogs of my iMac. And perhaps Luke doing pushups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last ate: Lindt Dark Chocolate, 70% cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedsheet is: Mint green, with 2 blankets and a doona on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell: A faint trace of turpentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my table, i have: A SHITLOAD of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My full name is: Desiree Seow Yanru, but it also varies to Desree, Dezire, Dessire, Disiree, Daezeree, Dizeri, Dessirae, Teseree, Descree. Yeh. And many irritating comments on my surname pronunciation. I hate my surname, sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and bathe now for God's sakes i'm going to NOT GET A CREDIT if i don't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6931809463002248381?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6931809463002248381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6931809463002248381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6931809463002248381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6931809463002248381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-reading-my-damn-old-posts-from.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3488083481469876784</id><published>2008-10-23T14:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:03:27.884+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's gonna be 30 degs on Saturday. Perfect beach weather.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT I HAVE AN EXAM ON MONDAY DAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3488083481469876784?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3488083481469876784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3488083481469876784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3488083481469876784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3488083481469876784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-gonna-be-30-degs-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7971011729728506181</id><published>2008-10-22T12:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:57:06.194+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7971011729728506181?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7971011729728506181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7971011729728506181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7971011729728506181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7971011729728506181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/hell-hath-no-fury-like-womans-scorn.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7858091882604975075</id><published>2008-10-19T18:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:20:43.844+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPrdtb5gkZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/d27WCVesGak/s1600-h/DSC02787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPrdtb5gkZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/d27WCVesGak/s400/DSC02787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258759287561294226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time exploring oil paints and how they work.&lt;br /&gt;And my experimental take on Contemporary art without meaning whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a scan, it's a photo. The colours are muchhh more vibrant in real life. Hahaha and yes you can look at this from whichever angle you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas a fun experience. I'm used to working with acrylics, which dries at the SPEED OF LIGHT. Oil paints are so freaking slow. But it gives me time to mix colours I guess. I wonder how long this'll take to dry? ...My painting folio's due on Tuesday and I'm FREAKING SCARED of my racist teacher. Sheeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPrfR9kLoHI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZkM-3RwW9k0/s1600-h/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPrfR9kLoHI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZkM-3RwW9k0/s400/DSC02788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258761014585565298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one in acrylics, I still have to work on at least 10 more to fill up my folio and make my teacher dance with joy. In school, no matter how much "freedom" they give you, art always has boundaries based on the teacher. It's only when you quit school / run away from school, you get recognition on your part for 'bravery' and 'fresh talent'. Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay going to indulge in oils for now. At least my teacher was right about one thing - Painting is addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7858091882604975075?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7858091882604975075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7858091882604975075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7858091882604975075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7858091882604975075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-time-exploring-oil-paints-and.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPrdtb5gkZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/d27WCVesGak/s72-c/DSC02787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-994776756786155969</id><published>2008-10-18T18:38:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:49:10.465+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was re-reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, and this excerpt jumped out at my situation in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chartrand felt uneasy. Had he overstepped his bounds? Was this one of the religious questions you just didn't ask? 'Well...if God loves us, and He can protect us, He would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to. it seems He is either omnipotent and uncaring, or benevolent and powerless to help.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Do you have children, Lieutenant?'&lt;br /&gt; Chartrand flushed. 'No, signore.'&lt;br /&gt; 'Imagine if you had an eight-year-old son...would you love him?'&lt;br /&gt; 'Of course.'&lt;br /&gt; 'Would you do everything in your power to prevent pain in his life?'&lt;br /&gt; 'Of course.'&lt;br /&gt; 'Would you let him skateboard?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chartrand did a double take. The camerlengo always seemed oddly 'in touch for a clergyman. 'Yeah I guess,' Chartrand said. ''Sure, I'd let him skateboard, but I'd tell him to be careful.'&lt;br /&gt; 'So as this child's father, you would give him some basic, good advice and then tell him to go off and make his own mistakes?'&lt;br /&gt; 'I wouldn't run behind him and mollycoddle him if that's what you mean.'&lt;br /&gt; 'But what if he fell and skinned his knee?'&lt;br /&gt; 'He would learn to be more careful.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camerlengo smiled. 'So although you have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;power &lt;/span&gt;to interfere and prevent your child's pain, you would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; to show your love by letting him learn his own lessons?'&lt;br /&gt; 'Of course. Pain is part of growing up. It's how we learn.'&lt;br /&gt; The camerlengo nodded. 'Exactly.' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-994776756786155969?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/994776756786155969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=994776756786155969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/994776756786155969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/994776756786155969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-re-reading-angels-and-demons-by.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-970870238180689151</id><published>2008-10-18T02:16:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:21:12.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HANDED IN MY FLASH GAME :D&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ONLY 40% COMPLETED, BUT I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT UNTIL NEXT SEMESTER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desireeSeowYanru.addEventListener(Event.E&lt;wbr&gt;NTER_FRAME, onBrainDead);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function onBrainDead(evt:Event):void {&lt;br /&gt;                  if (this.hitTestObject.MovieClip(root).anyb&lt;wbr&gt;odyRightNow) {&lt;br /&gt;                        gotoAndStop("WHOOPEE!");&lt;br /&gt;          } else {&lt;br /&gt;                                removeEventListener(desireeSeowYanru);&lt;br /&gt;                      }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          }&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-970870238180689151?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/970870238180689151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=970870238180689151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/970870238180689151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/970870238180689151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/handed-in-my-flash-game-d-its-only-40.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-1135732155335387022</id><published>2008-10-16T14:33:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:41:33.489+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPa2kiCXjcI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cGLmcXxREVg/s1600-h/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPa2kiCXjcI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cGLmcXxREVg/s400/DSC02721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257590353729916354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home in 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1135732155335387022?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1135732155335387022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1135732155335387022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1135732155335387022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1135732155335387022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-in-30-days.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPa2kiCXjcI/AAAAAAAAAqM/cGLmcXxREVg/s72-c/DSC02721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6179172233494984461</id><published>2008-10-14T23:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:54:36.714+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPSWh9Kz-lI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sBqrDOKpipo/s1600-h/pets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPSWh9Kz-lI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sBqrDOKpipo/s400/pets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256992175147973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Screwed.&lt;br /&gt;3 Days To Go.&lt;br /&gt;And 40% of my Flash game done.&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do. Cheryl says I'll just have to do REALLY bad in the game to fail, taking into consideration my other marks for this proj. I think I'm doing really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. This is just like O Levels all over again, this time just without a whole class doing it at the same time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a heap of things that'll make me happy. And yes, they're all food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 250g of Cadbury Dairy milk chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2) Uncle Toby's chewy chocolate chip bars&lt;br /&gt;3) 6 packs of Up &amp;amp; Go Choc Ice, 3 packs of Banana.&lt;br /&gt;4) The Natural Confectionery Co's "Snakes"&lt;br /&gt;5) Crunchy Nut Clusters cereal&lt;br /&gt;6) Snickers-filled Pods&lt;br /&gt;7) Chili-capsicum dip with a pack of plain biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I is happies for now.&lt;br /&gt;I shall savour every one of them and make it last till I get back homeeeee to Sg.&lt;br /&gt;My teacher doesn't like my video.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to film it again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when someone else gives you their opinion at the last minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My" day is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What should I do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6179172233494984461?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6179172233494984461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6179172233494984461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6179172233494984461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6179172233494984461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPSWh9Kz-lI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sBqrDOKpipo/s72-c/pets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-8255387393759144121</id><published>2008-10-13T23:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:10:26.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not the girl I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPNyexdVzpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8tF7Lb6vqCM/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPNyexdVzpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8tF7Lb6vqCM/s400/DSC02780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256671063069544082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out-played myself.&lt;br /&gt;Out-played everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Out of playing now.&lt;br /&gt;Out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-8255387393759144121?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8255387393759144121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=8255387393759144121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8255387393759144121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8255387393759144121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-girl-i-used-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SPNyexdVzpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8tF7Lb6vqCM/s72-c/DSC02780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-8912624869020261624</id><published>2008-10-12T23:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:00:46.888+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shizzsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like an internal tornado lately.&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;Have to focus&lt;br /&gt;HAVE TO FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE TO FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE TO FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE TO FOCUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE TO FOCUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for being a "cool, calm and reserved sign".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-8912624869020261624?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8912624869020261624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=8912624869020261624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8912624869020261624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8912624869020261624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/shizzsticks.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-1315799646105016022</id><published>2008-10-12T01:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:54:25.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. I think I should just love animals for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god! What a lordy thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked beyond words at the reaction of somebody, to something I said.&lt;br /&gt;SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;I would've thought he had more brains, but sadly, doesn't possess enough to broaden his perspective and tolerance towards other people's opinions. Always so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, THEY'RE ALL CONNECTED WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you happen to read this Eri, my patience will not tolerate you in my life any longer.&lt;br /&gt;It's snapped beyond repair, alright. I'm sick and tired of nursing your everlasting bruised ego. Your behaviour these days is just shocking, and that pure love we had cannot exist anymore because we both have corrupted it too much for it to fuse together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hate it when this happens especially near the end of my semester&lt;br /&gt;WHERE EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD IS DUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1315799646105016022?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1315799646105016022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1315799646105016022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1315799646105016022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1315799646105016022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-8613536874469286602</id><published>2008-10-12T01:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:33:04.843+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a fucking rude immature thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-8613536874469286602?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8613536874469286602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=8613536874469286602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8613536874469286602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8613536874469286602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-fucking-rude-immature-thing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7975363190163959038</id><published>2008-10-08T00:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:01:54.004+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy ho, just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this stone for a throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am too low down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I cannot look down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the places beyond&lt;br /&gt;And Yertle the turtle king&lt;br /&gt;Lifted his hand&lt;br /&gt;And Yertle the turtle king&lt;br /&gt;Gave a command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ordered all the turtles&lt;br /&gt;Onto one another's back&lt;br /&gt;He piled them high&lt;br /&gt;Into a ten turtle stack&lt;br /&gt;Ow Yertle the turtle&lt;br /&gt;The things I now rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm king of a cow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm king of a mule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past tense present tense future tense prospective tense&lt;br /&gt;They're all jumbled in my brain now.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said people were generally more productive nearing their deadlines obviously haven't been exposed to Adobe Flash CS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to beat up.&lt;br /&gt;Not be beat up all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7975363190163959038?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7975363190163959038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7975363190163959038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7975363190163959038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7975363190163959038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/howdy-ho-just-so-you-know-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5837780913829807170</id><published>2008-10-03T03:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:45:55.372+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOUIzS095EI/AAAAAAAAAp0/x1R-X0LsPjw/s1600-h/papercantwin.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOUIzS095EI/AAAAAAAAAp0/x1R-X0LsPjw/s400/papercantwin.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252614217717900354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5837780913829807170?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5837780913829807170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5837780913829807170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5837780913829807170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5837780913829807170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOUIzS095EI/AAAAAAAAAp0/x1R-X0LsPjw/s72-c/papercantwin.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-8535163525963298873</id><published>2008-10-02T21:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:29:27.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Filming today was just FREAKING TIRING. Stupid effing Monash put "adaptor" and "battery charger" as different objects, so I was like wtf?! Couldn't find a battery charger in the case! I thought the adaptor was the charger, cos like it fit the battery and all, so I plugged it in. But no light turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty pissed after several tries, I decided to go an hour back t school the next day. Just to have them tell me that "Yes, the adaptor is the battery charger!" And then miraculously, when they fit the battery in and plugged it in, the indicator light at the side had to go on. Pretty annoying, huh. So anyway, hailed Haruka, and we went an hour back to my place to shoot her jumping in the field. Hahaha. And other thingsss. Charged the battery whilst eating Nandos in my backyard, 'twas fun. And its really nice weather! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haruka" means spring, and I was commenting on it being Haru's season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"Yeah, that's why I don't want to do any work!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then travelled back to school AGAIN, cos I needed the green screen in the studio.  After filming her handstands and breaking glasses and dropping pingpong balls and tennis balls and throwing glasses at the wall, I was pretty happy with the results, therefore my mood was generally lifted. SETTING UP FLOOD AND SPOT LIGHTS IS A BITCHHH. GOD. Cleaning up the broken glass was crazy stuff though, lol ping pong balls everywhere! Hahaha but had fun. Haru is really good at handstands lols. You should check out her face when she's the right way up though HA. Gloria Jeans-ed and discussed Haru's proj. Went back home, and was really drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO FREAKING UNFIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after dinner (where Diego was being a spoilt brat screaming for attention), I walked around the entire house guiding Diego on his Shopping-Trolley toy. THIRTY EIGHT TIMES. And I had to make happy exclamations whenever he turned around to look at me, so he would be interested in walking. And Diego doesn't know how to manuever the trolley, except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forwards.&lt;/span&gt; So every time he banged into a wall or object, I had to go "UH OH!" And he laughs, I turn the trolley, and he goes trundling off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H actually ran several times. Past the kitchen, past my room, past the toilet, past the front door, past the dining room, back to the kitchen. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his favourite word is "UAK UAK" because he can't do "uh-oh". Hahaha. Gasping for breath after the 20th round, Rie looked concerned and she was like "Are you okay?" Lol. I told her "Your little son is going to be walking by tomorrow. It's 65.7% sure." Denise and Rie laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammmnnnn I'M SO UNFITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;However, Haru has agreed to go to dance lessons with me! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I asked her which is better 1st, breakdancing or hiphop, and she said breakdancing's harder as a beginner, so she said hiphop gives you more basics. So yeah. After hiphop shall be breakdancing, I s'pose. but I don't really like hiphop leh :( A bit gruzifflicky. I can't describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SHIT. Now I don't have any more excuse to be playing with the DV camera. NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash time :(&lt;br /&gt;bueeehhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-8535163525963298873?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8535163525963298873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=8535163525963298873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8535163525963298873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8535163525963298873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/filming-today-was-just-freaking-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5510173782295321953</id><published>2008-10-01T00:16:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:20:08.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today would've been our 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI5uTK6-QI/AAAAAAAAApM/aF68gYrFrNM/s1600-h/P7200020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI5uTK6-QI/AAAAAAAAApM/aF68gYrFrNM/s400/P7200020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251823583050266882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were much better as good friends. I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss not knowing enough about people close to me.&lt;br /&gt;Every single one in the photo including the background people...Widhi the class loser, has drifted apart. Rubi and Jen not so - but they don't seem as pure as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI1eD9EDjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/woAqvmCGi10/s1600-h/705432340l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI1eD9EDjI/AAAAAAAAAo8/woAqvmCGi10/s400/705432340l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251818906041191986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've to stand up strong and walk through this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI9sQ8I3YI/AAAAAAAAApU/R5ag2_viu4Q/s1600-h/P1140053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI9sQ8I3YI/AAAAAAAAApU/R5ag2_viu4Q/s400/P1140053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251827946138164610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much less emo route, I found this picture of a month old Diego. :)&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how much a year changes you, innit.&lt;br /&gt;Rock 'n' Rooooollll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI_Lp9WaTI/AAAAAAAAApc/p2FGsacjzAw/s1600-h/%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AB%E3%83%9C%E3%83%AB%E3%83%B3+002%5B1%5D...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI_Lp9WaTI/AAAAAAAAApc/p2FGsacjzAw/s400/%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AB%E3%83%9C%E3%83%AB%E3%83%B3+002%5B1%5D...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251829584941705522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOJBAkM9ACI/AAAAAAAAApk/bFeK5zxB8r8/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOJBAkM9ACI/AAAAAAAAApk/bFeK5zxB8r8/s400/DSC01235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251831593441230882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOJDZ3We8WI/AAAAAAAAAps/z3xrLddC9zU/s1600-h/DSC02285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOJDZ3We8WI/AAAAAAAAAps/z3xrLddC9zU/s400/DSC02285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251834227101462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K gdnight. Morose morose morose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5510173782295321953?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5510173782295321953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5510173782295321953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5510173782295321953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5510173782295321953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-wouldve-been-our-15th.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SOI5uTK6-QI/AAAAAAAAApM/aF68gYrFrNM/s72-c/P7200020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-1904667635298993728</id><published>2008-09-29T17:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:10:27.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to my survey on humanity as a whole (using Diego because he's least biased):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People will always judge their 1st impression based on how they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) People will always let you get away with more if you're handsome / pretty / cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you're young and stupid, people will say "oh that's cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you're old and stupid, people will classify you handicapped or retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The more good-looking you are, the easier it will be that you have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. This is why I hate human-based judgements. All human beings are biased, like it or not, even I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I like the pizzas that are made at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1904667635298993728?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1904667635298993728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1904667635298993728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1904667635298993728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1904667635298993728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/according-to-my-survey-on-humanity-as.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2920303801551709604</id><published>2008-09-29T11:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:03:49.279+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to &lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/VR1117992798.html"&gt;Variety&lt;/a&gt;, Johnny Depp has signed on for three new films with Disney Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a recent Disney press event, studio chairman Dick Cook not only confirmed Depp's role as the Mad Hatter in Tim Burton's &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;, but also confirmed a fourth &lt;em&gt;Pirates&lt;/em&gt; film and announced a new Bruckheimer collaboration -- a film version of the classic radio and TV series, &lt;em&gt;The Lone Ranger&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny is slated to portray Tonto in the new &lt;em&gt;Lone Ranger&lt;/em&gt; film with strong rumors that George Clooney may be the Ranger himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A FOURTH PIRATES FILM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mai god. Stop it already. Yes, a Depp fan is asking you to stop. It's getting too...money-minded here, sheez. And this news was actually related to me through Denise, lol you would've thought I'd find it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she told me Johnny was going to be in Alice in Wonderland, I was like "Huh? As who, Mad Hatter? He can't be the queen or Alice...definitely a leading man wouldn't be one of the cards...rabbit or Mad Hatter. Who's the producer?...I bet it's Tim Burton."&lt;br /&gt;And then she just stared at me. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting too predictable, Johnny!! Don't be sucked into Hollywood please!! That's the biggest reason why I'm your fan!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. On the topmost of thingies happening now though, Monash Homestay Services is turning out to be rather annoying. It's like, they give you 5 hours to decide if you should move your belongings out to another place, or stay in homestay and pay atrocious amounts for keeping your place in the Homestay. Plus I'm going away for three months, and...that's not cheap at all. Not bloody cheap at all. I'm feeling really bad about this :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the closest I've felt to being evicted from a home, but I have a wonderful mother who accomplishes all. I just wonder...what's it like to be evicted from a home? I mean like suddenly one day you recieve a call. Maybe like your landlord is going to have the place renovated as a space shuttle area. Lols. Then being an impulsive person would be the best I s'pose.  But the space between yourself and realising humanity isn't very far apart after that. It's like a call from another human being that you're supposed to drop your life and find another solution by yourself in a click. She doesn't give a shite about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Monash person didn't sound sorry at all! She was like oh yeah who cares. More money for me, who cares about this kid. He/she just has to move out on the streets then. =.= I FEEL SO BOGGED DOWN LATELY. This isn't my main problem though, thanks to mum &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2920303801551709604?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2920303801551709604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2920303801551709604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2920303801551709604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2920303801551709604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/according-to-variety-johnny-depp-has.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3069375258011124585</id><published>2008-09-28T01:28:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:48:10.382+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:05:53 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;semme that songgg!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:06:12 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;okayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;if i can find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:06:16 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;okay the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;im not like saying it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:06:31 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LOL SAY IT JON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SAY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:06:34 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:06:38 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU DON'T SAY NO SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:06:46 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YOUR HAIR IS AN AFRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:06:50 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ALRIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NO SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:06:54 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHA SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OKAY OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YOUR BODY IS A WUNDERLUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:07:09 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:07:10 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OKAY OKAY GO SEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:07:16 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;what kinda german language is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:07:21 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it is PERFECTLY FINE ENGRISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:07:30 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i can imagine the two dots on top of the U's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in english, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:07:44 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;your body is a wonderland, desiree seow yanru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:07:48 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:07:48 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;can i please have my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:07:48 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:07:49 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upwards onwards towards forwards says: (1:07:52 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;password accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dzhonnayebeaux says: (1:08:01 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WALAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Things jonchan will do for a John Mayer song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry buddy but this was too hilarious to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;y'know, you didn't have to say my name HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3069375258011124585?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3069375258011124585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3069375258011124585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3069375258011124585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3069375258011124585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/dzhonnayebeaux-says-10553-am-semme-that.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5651571184552613824</id><published>2008-09-26T23:34:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:18:10.414+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling vexed. I think that's the only word now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzpZAwtuGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b-AAaoxckEE/s1600-h/DSC02618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzpZAwtuGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b-AAaoxckEE/s400/DSC02618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250327881517480034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps balloons and blogging will cheer the vexed-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzo3XynclI/AAAAAAAAAos/2aAFVbcyoxA/s1600-h/DSC02703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzo3XynclI/AAAAAAAAAos/2aAFVbcyoxA/s400/DSC02703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250327303583920722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) September Babies. "WHERE ARE THEY!" I hear you scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzocZL3oBI/AAAAAAAAAok/IZBrfpkuKcg/s1600-h/DSC02699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzocZL3oBI/AAAAAAAAAok/IZBrfpkuKcg/s400/DSC02699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250326840101806098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone turned one! I swear, Rie is a pure product of Japan alright. HER CREATIVENESS IN FOOD IS JUST OVERWHELMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzoEy0JTII/AAAAAAAAAoc/cJWZHA-UQcU/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzoEy0JTII/AAAAAAAAAoc/cJWZHA-UQcU/s400/DSC02697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250326434664762498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Diego :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNznu40r3nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-6AJzX7hm9g/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNznu40r3nI/AAAAAAAAAoU/-6AJzX7hm9g/s400/DSC02696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250326058320518770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego's popular. He got three cards already! And lots of books and toys. Hahaha Marcus got him a tinkle piano set, those xylophone looking pedal things. Rie MADE his birthday hat, it's sewn entirely with felt and bobbles. Damn Japanese. Also, thanks to the Thoughtful Marcus, I'm don't need to set my alarm anymore. Diego will bang on his piano for me at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNznXDnX68I/AAAAAAAAAoM/a0Mjgz8kBXU/s1600-h/DSC02694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNznXDnX68I/AAAAAAAAAoM/a0Mjgz8kBXU/s400/DSC02694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250325648900615106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deelish presents. I must snorg them." *snorgsnorgsnorg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzm_u-HsEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/C2FheMQkx-g/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzm_u-HsEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/C2FheMQkx-g/s400/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250325248221884482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie whipped up a storm. We had california rolls, honey-soy chicken, and tomato-something chicken. And salads and wedges :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzmoNsRCtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/wrZQD9wIsMo/s1600-h/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzmoNsRCtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/wrZQD9wIsMo/s400/DSC02690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250324844151638738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego's birthday dinner! :) The avocados are supposed to be cresent moons, apparently. Lol! How do you spell "Itadakimasu" properly, I still don't know. But Diego's one pampered kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzmAXdSF3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/GgJRslvrDc0/s1600-h/DSC02688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzmAXdSF3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/GgJRslvrDc0/s400/DSC02688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250324159578380146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other September kid. Lollll (look at the excited Rie.) Diego tried to catch the sparks omg. Got Luke into quite a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzlrFBoSTI/AAAAAAAAAns/lo5z46yxF7w/s1600-h/DSC02684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzlrFBoSTI/AAAAAAAAAns/lo5z46yxF7w/s400/DSC02684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250323793853303090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus is 36, but it's never too old for sparkles and humiliation at public restaurants! ;D&lt;br /&gt;And yes there were candles in there too. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzlYqdgm9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/DFadSUuhyUg/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzlYqdgm9I/AAAAAAAAAnk/DFadSUuhyUg/s400/DSC02685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250323477484837842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I remember when Denise brought out the cake he was like. "Oh GOD. Oh my God. What is this. Get me out of this place. Happy birthday Kristen! Happy Birthday Diego!! WOO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolsss. Next up is Denise ;) Don't know what to get her! :(&lt;br /&gt;Pretty drained from today. But 'twas a good spent day. Went to chadstone to walk with Jen and bought random stuff that I needed. Hahaha. Got back my marks for Blip's walkcycle and I'm happy! :) I swear one day when I have a kid that kid's going to have a mini-pool. Bcos I want to play in it too. LOL was walking around target and we stayed the longest in the kids' section. Jen was dissing Barbies earlier, but she spent the most time pressing their activating buttons and looking at pink ponies. HAHAHA I just kicked some balls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, TOTALLY DID NOT ACCOMPLISH ANY WORK TODAY! Except maybe tidying up my room as much as possible, and getting rid of stuff. Marcus gave me a good strong box to put stuff in, hallelujah. But it's...pink.&lt;br /&gt;(Why does he have a pink box anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie was totally exhausted today. I don't blame her, she's 4 months into her pregnancy so I tried to help her as much as possible when I got home. Washed up, mostly. She's so messy x(&lt;br /&gt;I shall be coming home on the 16th November, folks! :D It's not a surprise anymore, I'm tired of holding it in hahahahaha. Could've come back earlier, but...for specific reasons stayed back. But ohvells I'll have more time here to explore anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to bed now. Bon nuit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5651571184552613824?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5651571184552613824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5651571184552613824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5651571184552613824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5651571184552613824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-feeling-vexed.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNzpZAwtuGI/AAAAAAAAAo0/b-AAaoxckEE/s72-c/DSC02618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-1678904057983244698</id><published>2008-09-26T01:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:59:33.339+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="2.3.38"&gt;O mistress mine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; are you roaming?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.39"&gt;O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.40"&gt;That can sing both high and low:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.41"&gt;Trip no further, pretty sweeting;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.42"&gt;Journeys end in lovers meeting,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.43"&gt;Every wise man's son doth know.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love? 'tis not hereafter;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.48"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Present mirth hath present laughter&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.49"&gt;What's to come is still unsure:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.50"&gt;In delay there lies no plenty;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.51"&gt;Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2.3.52"&gt;Youth's a stuff will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feste&lt;/span&gt;, in William Shakespeare's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1678904057983244698?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1678904057983244698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1678904057983244698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1678904057983244698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1678904057983244698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-mistress-mine-where-are-you-roaming-o.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4171443194866914909</id><published>2008-09-26T00:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:00:48.787+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It lived&lt;br /&gt;You cracked&lt;br /&gt;It lived&lt;br /&gt;You cracked&lt;br /&gt;It lived&lt;br /&gt;You cracked yet again&lt;br /&gt;It lived&lt;br /&gt;I cracked&lt;br /&gt;We lived&lt;br /&gt;We cracked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all over. We don't have to try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the lessons and memories I'll have with me forever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4171443194866914909?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4171443194866914909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4171443194866914909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4171443194866914909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4171443194866914909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-lived-it-cracked-it-lived-it-cracked.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-101415459667404328</id><published>2008-09-25T02:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:12:32.185+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT THE HELLLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monash University shooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;div class="noprint relarticle mainarticle"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Main article: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monash_University_shooting" title="Monash University shooting"&gt;Monash University shooting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;At 11:20am on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_21" title="October 21"&gt;October 21&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002" title="2002"&gt;2002&lt;/a&gt;, Huan Xiang, a student at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monash_University" title="Monash University"&gt;Monash University&lt;/a&gt; went into a tutorial room at the Clayton campus with 5 guns and shot and killed 2 students. He was tackled and restrained by a lecturer until police arrived. He was found not guilty of murder due to mental illness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily I'm on Caulfield campus. BUT IT STILL FREAKING WORRIES  ME. Damn it, don't know if the student's a guy or girl from the name, don't know from China or Taiwan or HK. DAMN. And not like it happened 10 years ago or something!! Found this whilst searching about Monash Uni in relation to the world. Wahhahaaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT'S WITH THE RAGE WITH GUNS. Just stop shooting. If you want then shoot yourself. Or parts of yourself. Whatever. Just not other people. And now I think they should have a law that you have to be mentally tested before you own a gun. I don't care. This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-101415459667404328?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/101415459667404328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=101415459667404328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/101415459667404328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/101415459667404328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-1074024488235972039</id><published>2008-09-23T21:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:35:26.891+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a note to my post below.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get those things myself, with my own money next time.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a wishlist! I'm just crooning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1074024488235972039?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1074024488235972039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1074024488235972039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1074024488235972039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1074024488235972039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-note-to-my-post-below.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4918014095982233836</id><published>2008-09-23T00:07:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:35:31.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;a list of materialistic things that are&lt;br /&gt;IN MY SHADOWED HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Korg SP-250 88-Key Portable Digital Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNeqqDITmCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZofMxoT57GE/s1600-h/korgkeyboard"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNeqqDITmCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZofMxoT57GE/s400/korgkeyboard" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248851530094975010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) EOS 40D Enthusiast Canon DSLR Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNepJNUqgtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/aGlOZZdo1_M/s1600-h/canon"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNepJNUqgtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/aGlOZZdo1_M/s400/canon" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248849866383852242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 80GB iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNepkRYAKaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/6lRyiqX1_FA/s1600-h/ipod"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNepkRYAKaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/6lRyiqX1_FA/s400/ipod" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248850331328063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) DG-10-12 Fender Acoustic Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNeo656w8YI/AAAAAAAAAms/G-yrxC0Kn1I/s1600-h/fenderacoustic"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNeo656w8YI/AAAAAAAAAms/G-yrxC0Kn1I/s400/fenderacoustic" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248849620656779650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Yamaha Stage Custom Advantage Drumset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNeqC443mGI/AAAAAAAAAnM/IcVwqExzQzM/s1600-h/yamahadrum"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNeqC443mGI/AAAAAAAAAnM/IcVwqExzQzM/s400/yamahadrum" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248850857330972770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Last but surely not the least,&lt;br /&gt;A beagle named Frubs (so far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNer4toC_HI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FExAXAOAvJs/s1600-h/beagle"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNer4toC_HI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FExAXAOAvJs/s400/beagle" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248852881532189810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. Dez is be wantings a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Vhell bhai for now, I'm distracted enouuggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4918014095982233836?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4918014095982233836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4918014095982233836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4918014095982233836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4918014095982233836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/list-of-materialistic-things-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNeqqDITmCI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZofMxoT57GE/s72-c/korgkeyboard' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6849394816567144527</id><published>2008-09-21T14:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:48:18.619+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pssst I tell you a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Yes a secret that I post on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- post secret here --&gt;&lt;secret&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I UPDATED OUR 3C2 CLASS BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puffy clouds dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/secret&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6849394816567144527?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6849394816567144527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6849394816567144527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6849394816567144527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6849394816567144527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/pssst-i-tell-you-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-1594914487070120208</id><published>2008-09-21T00:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:46:18.987+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pickles and beans. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll actually manage to finish my flash Game. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I finish on time if not it'll suck and just be like last semester! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must push myself really hard during the 1 week break. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means only about 2/7 of my break will be set away for play time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I watched Wall.E the other day w Baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tadaa"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1594914487070120208?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1594914487070120208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1594914487070120208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1594914487070120208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1594914487070120208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/pickles-and-beans.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7460892748910234216</id><published>2008-09-19T22:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:27:29.387+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what Johnny says to stop himself giggling during filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuzzy wuzzy has no hair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7460892748910234216?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7460892748910234216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7460892748910234216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7460892748910234216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7460892748910234216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what-johnny-says-to-stop-himself.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5386805054855066375</id><published>2008-09-17T15:58:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:48:10.511+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this off Joanna's blog whilst taking a break from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ActionScript"&gt;Actionscripting&lt;/a&gt;. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to quite a lot of instrumental songs becos they help me concentrate better, so I'll skip those when they come up. And it's iTunes, not iPod. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Step 1: Put your iPod/Tunes on random.&lt;/div&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This thing, called love, I just can't handle it&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Michael Buble:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Augustine Samuel Erianto Sandjaja Huang En Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Summer Wind by Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Augustine Samuel Erianto Sandjaja Huang En Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. It's hard for me, to say the things I wanna say sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a house, in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun (THIS IS A DEAD GIVEAWAY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - House of the Rising Sun by Rolling Stones:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Augustine Samuel Erianto Sandjaja Huang En Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. You think you know me but you, have no idea (idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;#6. &lt;/strong&gt;Can I get your hand to write on, just a piece of lead to bite on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess mine is not the first heart broken, my eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the first to know&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopelessly Devoted To You by Olivia Newton John&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sarah Tsang Wei Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;#8. And now it's time for Silly Songs with Larry, the part of a show where Larry comes out and sings a Silly Song. Larry will be performing the traditional Argentinian ballad etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. I took the polaroid down in my room, I'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. These are my friends; see how they glisten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;#11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(guy)Bravi, bravi, bravissimi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="txt_1"&gt;Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect!&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel of Music by Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Sarah Tsang Wei Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The party is in at 2am. So whatever you must do, do it now.&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ching-a-Ling by Missy Elliot&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Augustine Samuel Erianto Sandjaja Huang En Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;#13. Grab a gal. You're gonna, gonna make her spin and swirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This romeo is bleeding, you can't see his blood, it's nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Always by Bon Jovi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Augustine Samuel Erianto Sandjaja Huang En Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lookin' at the pages of my life fadin', memories of me and you, mistakes you know I've made a few&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All About Lovin' You by Bon Jovi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Augustine Samuel Erianto Sandjaja Huang En Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5386805054855066375?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5386805054855066375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5386805054855066375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5386805054855066375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5386805054855066375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-this-off-joannas-blog-whilst-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2289609445385861986</id><published>2008-09-17T00:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:36:59.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wall.E is coming out in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CHAO JI EXCITED NIA.&lt;br /&gt;*sneezes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2289609445385861986?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2289609445385861986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2289609445385861986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2289609445385861986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2289609445385861986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/wall.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3571641623160639406</id><published>2008-09-12T02:33:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:37:57.350+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't resist! It's past my bedtime but yes. I have to spread the cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS NOT DIVINE.&lt;br /&gt;"No! Shut up! I don't want to hear! Stop smothering me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIyWQZjbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/R6EJCTaL7fA/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIyWQZjbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/R6EJCTaL7fA/s400/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244803270854675890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a-boundin' furry ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIurY6QjI/AAAAAAAAAls/5gqkBKO9DcM/s1600-h/img_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIurY6QjI/AAAAAAAAAls/5gqkBKO9DcM/s400/img_0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244803207808041522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO BIGGER THAN YOUR EYEBALLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIqBw8q4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/HPhIe7CEynA/s1600-h/img_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIqBw8q4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/HPhIe7CEynA/s400/img_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244803127915096962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like dewd. Whussup dewd. Peace out, yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIdSVfLnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yNeSLKoDH_8/s1600-h/IMG_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIdSVfLnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/yNeSLKoDH_8/s400/IMG_0658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802909025021554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Off to beddy byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3571641623160639406?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3571641623160639406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3571641623160639406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3571641623160639406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3571641623160639406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sorry-im-so-sorry-i-couldnt-resist.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMlIyWQZjbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/R6EJCTaL7fA/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3870576920362239642</id><published>2008-09-12T02:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:15:26.691+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Witness&lt;/h1&gt;            &lt;h2&gt;by Martha Collins&lt;/h2&gt;        &lt;p&gt;If she says something now he'll say&lt;br /&gt;       it's not true if he says it's not true&lt;br /&gt;       they'll think it's not true if they think&lt;br /&gt;       it's not true it will be nothing new&lt;br /&gt;       but for her it will be a weightier&lt;br /&gt;       thing it will fill up the space where&lt;br /&gt;       he isn't allowed it will open the door&lt;br /&gt;       of the room where she's put him&lt;br /&gt;       away he will fill up her mind he will fill&lt;br /&gt;       up her plate and her glass he will fill up&lt;br /&gt;       her shoes and her clothes she will never&lt;br /&gt;       forget him he says if she says&lt;br /&gt;       something now if she says something ever&lt;br /&gt;       he never will let her forget and it's true&lt;br /&gt;       for a week for a month but the more&lt;br /&gt;       she says &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt; and the more he says &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       the smaller he seems he may fill up&lt;br /&gt;       his shoes he may fill up his clothes&lt;br /&gt;       the usual spaces he fills but something&lt;br /&gt;       is missing whatever they say whatever&lt;br /&gt;       they think he is not what he was&lt;br /&gt;       and the room in her mind is open she&lt;br /&gt;       walks in and out as she pleases she says&lt;br /&gt;       what she pleases she says what she means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3870576920362239642?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3870576920362239642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3870576920362239642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3870576920362239642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3870576920362239642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/witness-by-martha-collins-if-she-says.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6565958118569285071</id><published>2008-09-11T20:14:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:56:52.720+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realised that I forgot to put birthday events up here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjw1zpMYvI/AAAAAAAAAks/GKaEne0xCjE/s1600-h/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjw1zpMYvI/AAAAAAAAAks/GKaEne0xCjE/s400/DSC02613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244706573259662066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eri's birthday dinner  at Sofia's, where food portions are insane, it's like eating a whole computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjwQ8Ze4gI/AAAAAAAAAkk/VUYhRpJiWjo/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjwQ8Ze4gI/AAAAAAAAAkk/VUYhRpJiWjo/s400/DSC02629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244705939954524674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puffs in Chocolate Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjxh9_Q95I/AAAAAAAAAk0/7jVUwc-25DY/s1600-h/DSC02628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjxh9_Q95I/AAAAAAAAAk0/7jVUwc-25DY/s400/DSC02628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244707331950835602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo and drinks before the cake, Charades after cake! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjv3sG1GsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/h0y_Ns8df2o/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjv3sG1GsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/h0y_Ns8df2o/s400/DSC02634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244705506084592322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;To fly to a land that's far apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's what it's all about. Can't be bothered elaborating. Hahaha other pictures are with my friends so rrrgh. Will have to ask them and all that jazz. I found a tissue paper note on my Mac in the morning after I woke up and went t my room (haru jen and soul shared my room n I slept outseide cos they're guests). Hahaha it was from Haru and Soul thanking me for the night before. Soul's english is a little on the wonky side so she just wrote "BYE." Lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why the sudden onset of post bursts, I have finally gotten wireless in my room and now I can post as often as I want, and actually produce better work because then I can search for inspirational pictures without going outside and using my laptop with Diego crawling up my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6565958118569285071?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6565958118569285071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6565958118569285071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6565958118569285071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6565958118569285071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/eris-birthday-dinner-at-sofias-where.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMjw1zpMYvI/AAAAAAAAAks/GKaEne0xCjE/s72-c/DSC02613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6256730578454136525</id><published>2008-09-11T15:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:33:50.023+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMi0Dz9L9uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/g0iMS77yY8c/s1600-h/desireeSeow.surfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMi0Dz9L9uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/g0iMS77yY8c/s400/desireeSeow.surfaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244639743652394722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out people. This is the sorta stuff I'm doing. Well one of the minor projects anw.&lt;br /&gt;That's my model sheet for my character Blip :) Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final assignment's gotta be animating it, and making it interact with stuff on the screen. I'm gna put this guy in a junkyard. His origin's story is of an orphan girl, devoid of friends or family, decides to create friends of her own. She's a genius / prodigy or whatever. So she scouts around the house and fashions robotic animals for herself (this is a group proj btw so there's another monkey, penguin and fish included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl doesn't know the value of the things she created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine day she gets adopted. Woohoo! So she discards the toys behind and leaves happily with New Mum and New Dad. The orphanage lady is cleaning out her room when she chances upon the little robots. She is intruiged and plans to sell it to the big developing companies out there to get cash. The robots get stowed away into a cupboard for safekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, full moon arrives! Dogs howl, sheeps whine and dragons lay eggs. The robots start to activate on their own. They develop personalities and feelings of their own. They decide to work together and escape the mad orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, after I finished telling my teacher the story, he was like "There's no need for so much detail, we just want the concept of the character here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;%^^#$%@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Anw the other things I couldn't put up because they're all moving stuff or paintings. And I can't be stuffed scanning or taking pictures of my paintings. Maybe later when I don't have so many things looming in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw did you guys notice I tweaked my blog layout a bit so it's a bit better looking! :D ehehehehehe. Web Design classes weren't such a failure after all ey. And I actually don't know the exact dates of the Johnny Depp movies up there (I know, surprising innit) so yeah. But anyway they're all coming out in 2009 so I can't be stuffed much till next year.&lt;br /&gt;Commend me. Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy my period ended! :) I'm feeling a lot more smiley now.&lt;br /&gt;These are points in life where I really hate being a woman, forced to lose control over your mood because you evolved to be like that naturally. Even when you try to be happy and smile you get angrier because you're pretending -.- Crap. I wish wet dreams hurt for guys, and they get cramps in their Cowper glands or somewhere there. Rarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;BLIP WALKCYCLE DUE TMR.&lt;br /&gt;AND ONLY HIS HEAD, EARS AND TAIL ARE MOVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLE WHY AM I BLOGdistractedlyGING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6256730578454136525?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6256730578454136525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6256730578454136525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6256730578454136525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6256730578454136525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-it-out-people.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SMi0Dz9L9uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/g0iMS77yY8c/s72-c/desireeSeow.surfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-295414804947894449</id><published>2008-09-10T01:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:04:46.528+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well generally guys, I'm not doing too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn of events have left me physically, emotionally and spiritually drained. It doesn't help that my period has decided to appear at my door. Life hasn't been good ever since I turned 18. Maybe 18 was the age designated to be the age of adulthood, not 21. Being an adult sucks. There're so many rules, so many eyes, so many ears and so many tears and drawbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I question myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt; what this whole life thing is about. Did you get to Planet Earth just to grow into conflicts, or do we all have a purpose? Like, everyone would try to find a purpose on this planet to live for. Your family, your pet dog, your sheep, your Rolex watch, your bungalow, your cheeseburger. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was love, all along. I never really said it but it's kinda like a Postsecret moment now so shuddup all you laughing people. Like, to love something is the greatest feeling in the world, and to care for something or someone gives me the greatest joy in the world that no one ever did know about. But right now, I realise that love isn't the greatest thing to depend your life's purpose on. Suddenly when you experience that love is such a fragile thing, you wouldn't ever want to trust it again, or base your life's purpose on it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not to have anybody or anything to love in one's life would be the shittiest thing in the world. Then you'd just be like. Lost or desperate. And being loved back too. Well strange things happen uncalled for, and then it reels forward to the point in adult LoveLife where one loves and the other, well, doesn't love so much. Maturity comes with knowledge and I don't think I'd want to have so much knowledge. It just isn't fair if people around me don't see my point eye to eye. Life gets hard and then love gets doubted. And that's what makes me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, love scars,&lt;br /&gt;Love wounds, and marks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any heart, not tough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or strong, enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take a lot of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Take a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Holds a lot of rain&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im young, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But even so&lt;br /&gt;I know a thing, or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I learned, from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really learned a lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Really learned a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a flame&lt;br /&gt;It burns you when its hot&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I have to find another purpose in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-295414804947894449?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/295414804947894449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=295414804947894449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/295414804947894449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/295414804947894449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-generally-guys-im-not-doing-too.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4225881203351746150</id><published>2008-09-01T01:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:08:07.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? &lt;/strong&gt;More like afternoon. Didn't really sleep well. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;For what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the movies? &lt;/strong&gt;Tropic Thunder, with Baby.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? &lt;/strong&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Err...i don't usually have it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? &lt;/strong&gt;Lacking in one. Give me one!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike? &lt;/strong&gt;Is cinammon counted?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? &lt;/strong&gt;Kekeke CDs aren't my thing.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? &lt;/strong&gt;The Invisible Car.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? &lt;/strong&gt;Canned spaghetti on toast.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristics do you despise? &lt;/strong&gt;Giving up easily / not trying at all.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? &lt;/strong&gt;Which season? I like comfy clothes.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere on vacation where you would go?&lt;/strong&gt; Egypt.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color is your bathroom? &lt;/strong&gt;It's not mine...but currently it's beige and brown.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite brand of clothing? &lt;/strong&gt;Esprit, I guess.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where would you retire? &lt;/strong&gt;Anywhere my husband goes.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Most memorable birthday?&lt;/strong&gt; Tie between 16th and 17th. Pelted by shitty concoctions wasn't a nice memory, but danger Oreo cookies were the best.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite Sport to watch? &lt;/strong&gt;Gymnastics.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Furthest place you are sending this? Er. Ignore this qn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you expect to send this back to you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dittooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Person you expect to send it back first?? &lt;/strong&gt;Dittoooo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When is your birthday? &lt;/strong&gt;24 August 1990 (9:42am if I remember right, mummy?)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you a morning person or a night person? &lt;/strong&gt;Night!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your shoe size?&lt;/strong&gt; 7, or 38. Or was it 39. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pet? &lt;/strong&gt;Cat! Dog would be good too. Both.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want to be when you were little? &lt;/strong&gt;Vet :) Dreams dashed by Primary 4 streaming. F*** YOU SINGAPORE EDUCATION SYSTEM YOU **** !#$($@*%&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you today? &lt;/strong&gt;A girl with a good family and &lt;strong&gt;friends, and a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite candy? &lt;/strong&gt;Hehe. Chocolate!!!!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite flower? &lt;/strong&gt;Sunflowers :)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? &lt;/strong&gt;I don't really look forward to days now that I am grown and there are deadlines to meet.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What church/temple do you attend? &lt;/strong&gt;No religion! WHEE&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you listening to right now? &lt;/strong&gt;The quiet cogs of my Mac. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you eat last? &lt;/strong&gt;Ferrero Rocher ^^&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you believe in Angels? &lt;/strong&gt;Not so much as I believe in ghosts.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? &lt;/strong&gt;The colour that the person using me's gonna want.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt; Over-bragging.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite soft drink? &lt;/strong&gt;Pepsiiiii&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite restaurant? &lt;/strong&gt;Hard one. Crystal Jade still tops, though.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Hair Color? &lt;/strong&gt;Black&lt;strong&gt;ish brownish&lt;br /&gt;43. Favorite day of the week? &lt;/strong&gt;Saturday! :) A day of rest, and hey, you've still got another day of rest to go!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Hugs or kisses? &lt;/strong&gt;Both. Depends. Friends hugs la, close friends kiss cheeks. The other one ask Eri.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Chocolate or vanilla? &lt;/strong&gt;CHOOOOOOOOOOCCCCOOOOOLAAAAAAAAAAAATEEE&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? &lt;/strong&gt;Waahahaha.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When was the last time you cried? &lt;/strong&gt;Today.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is under your bed? &lt;/strong&gt;Art drawer, medicine box, huge iMac box with cardboard stuff inside. AND MY SHY FRIEND PEEKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Who is the friend you’ve had longest? &lt;/strong&gt;Aileen. Since 3, yo. Or was it 2? My toddler mind doesn't recall.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What did you do last night? &lt;/strong&gt;Lots of things. But was home.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite smell? &lt;/strong&gt;Eri's aftershave.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What are you afraid of?&lt;/strong&gt; Losing control of myself in anything.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. How many keys on your key ring? &lt;/strong&gt;1, and 2 USBs.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. How many years at your current job? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lol. &lt;/span&gt;14 years in school.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. How many towns have you lived in? &lt;/strong&gt;2&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you make friends easily? &lt;/strong&gt;When I'm in the mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7536347-4225881203351746150?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4225881203351746150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4225881203351746150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4225881203351746150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4225881203351746150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6965180796310604627</id><published>2008-08-18T01:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:25:27.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness gracious me this is the funniest, most vulgar post I've read in a while. It's by some guy in Toronto, and I was bloghopping and chanced upon this. I've blacked it out so people who don't wanna read won't get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy really really hates humans! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough. Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic. Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's all wrong. Fuck it. Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6965180796310604627?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6965180796310604627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6965180796310604627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6965180796310604627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6965180796310604627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-goodness-gracious-me-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6928130694689044158</id><published>2008-08-18T00:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:51:39.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If these little things in life stress me out, then I think that may be the reason why I may never succeed in life. That applies to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow up, regardless of age. I'm practical, so face it. I've no time for ideals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6928130694689044158?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6928130694689044158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6928130694689044158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6928130694689044158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6928130694689044158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-these-little-things-in-life-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5049719040946082152</id><published>2008-08-18T00:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:48:19.494+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it whenever it's made out t seem like it's my fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN'T.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5049719040946082152?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5049719040946082152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5049719040946082152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5049719040946082152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5049719040946082152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-it-whenever-its-made-out-t-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2202644866516945482</id><published>2008-08-10T13:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:22:26.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pixar's coming up with a new movie called "UP"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the teaser trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w44HtY6Wtus&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w44HtY6Wtus&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really wish September would hurry up and come so that I can finally watch Wall.E!! It's unfair that Australia has to be so slow at the most crucial times everrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2202644866516945482?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2202644866516945482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2202644866516945482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2202644866516945482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2202644866516945482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/pixars-coming-up-with-new-movie-called.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4791231796049920323</id><published>2008-08-10T12:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:59:03.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WahoooooooOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China people burnt down / got rid of some houses as old as 20 years old, just to make way for the Olympics stadium. And yes, people were in those houses. And according to Baby they're now living in huts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, what is wrong with them. Yes sacrifices have to be made for a great success, but...THOSE AREN'T EVEN YOURS TO SACRIFICE! Wth! Crazy! I mean, think about your house you lived in since you were a kid. And...up till now. And one day you receive a letter saying that hey, I'm sorry but your house is going to be converted into the Beijing Olympics 2008 stadium's men's toilet. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw updates. Am feeling rather sad becos I did 2 tutorials on Flash for my lab lessons, and both of them aren't working properly. I don't get it - I followed everything there was on the instructions, and somehow it just doesn't work! o.O My gosh. I really don't get it - I know computers aren't exactly the most reliable things on Earth but this has gotten way out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask my teacher next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this. I'm going to make pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4791231796049920323?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4791231796049920323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4791231796049920323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4791231796049920323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4791231796049920323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/wahooooooooooo-china-people-burnt-down.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6452593560736370285</id><published>2008-08-06T14:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:36:36.777+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY TEACHER HATES MY VIDEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WELL I HATE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like he's made out of Lego.&lt;br /&gt;I hate video art as much as chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the end results aren't like my Chinese O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos that would suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6452593560736370285?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6452593560736370285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6452593560736370285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6452593560736370285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6452593560736370285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-teacher-hates-my-video.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3483782991943862310</id><published>2008-08-04T15:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:50:47.369+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naaaattz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i HATE video art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is pointless, boring, gory, expensive and time-consuming. Plus, it requires no talent! Complete waste of my time. Tsk I'm in class now and we're just like watching girls in bikinis chopping up a guy's leg, and blood is spurting everywhere. And they're laughing. I really don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day we watched a guy stretch his mouth and lips for 5 minutes, and then watched another clip of a guy trying to pry a woman's eyes open whilst she kept trying to wrench her head again. I almost cried in exasperation and the waste of my precious youthful life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four hours every monday set up for this crazy class. And we're not even learning how to film with like, proper film cameras, we're using HANDYCAMS wtf like dude, is this even uni!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my lecturer's work  SUCKS. I'm sorry. But it seriously does. It's like you're trying t pull some bullshit meaning out of using spycameras and hitting girls. Stupid, stupid, stupid. On the brighter side, I had painting this morning. It was pretty relaxing and I finished my painting of Diego. my teacher (some british dude called Steven) took us on a tour of the second year students' painting rooms, and they were so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the rooms were covered in paint. EVERYWHERE. I swear. And they had like personal lockers and cubicles, with funny messages scrawled or sprayed onto them, and really really intricate and beautiful drawings tacked up on every wall. It was so inspiring and awesome, it would totally rock next yearrrrr! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally went snowboarding w Baby, his bro Alex, Ario and Anders. It. Was. Quite. An. Experience. No elaborating bcos i think it's too much to say. But overall I was pretty ecstatic that I'd improved since the last time! :D No pics though, it was blizzard-ing and frostbite was on its way. That, and I don't think I can be relied on not to fall..So...Hm. Now I've got a line of scaly skin on my cheeks cos that was the only part that was exposed. Sianz goggles kept being snowed in so had to snowboard down a slope in a blizzard, which resulted in some rather icy eyes. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG VIDEO CLASS IS BORING. And i hope my teacher finds my video entertaining, and not keep trying to look for meaning in nothing. I shot a 40++ second video of Baby swinging Diego around, and Diego was squealing with laughter and screaming in general. It was so cute. Main theme behind my video was childish innocence :) We'd to find a video from www.vdb.org and respond to that. So gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K la. Heppee Burray Adel :) for the second time. Hahaha now I'm super going to save my money. I've spent about 350 on boarding and calling Bre and Adel wasn't cheap, oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, ciao darls becos i HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3483782991943862310?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3483782991943862310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3483782991943862310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3483782991943862310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3483782991943862310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/08/naaaattz.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3905999801707924849</id><published>2008-08-01T01:38:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:54:22.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leanne is cute. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHeGQbwPZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/obX51gs9vxc/s1600-h/DSC02303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229204841425812882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHeGQbwPZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/obX51gs9vxc/s400/DSC02303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG CUTEOVERLOAD. When I get back she'll be 9 months! Holy crap. Yay then I'm not scared to carry her alr. Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHdRJ7i3YI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dllv6WxZuI8/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229203929147039106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHdRJ7i3YI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dllv6WxZuI8/s400/DSC02491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D-Chan! :D Omg you should totally see his passport photo. Damn funny he looks damn shocked LOL. But very photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHdtnnVcxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ZEP9gRTuHTE/s1600-h/DSC02283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229204418151674642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHdtnnVcxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ZEP9gRTuHTE/s400/DSC02283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHYYYYYYOOOOOOOOO shizzzzz everytime crawling under there then falling down and banging his head on the table legs. -.- But omg too kawaii. "Chottomatte D-chan!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahhahahha Rie counting during Diego's bath time is the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'iiiiiiiiiiiiiiichi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni-iiiiiiiiiiiii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa-aaaaaaaaaaaaan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shi-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go-oooooooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ro-kuu-uuuuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na-naaa-aaaaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaaaaaaachi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kyuuuuuuuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then this mother holding a dripping naked baby in front of her runs past my bedroom door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHcy0f6EHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/4U7uwxX6vMA/s1600-h/DSC02494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229203407997898866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHcy0f6EHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/4U7uwxX6vMA/s400/DSC02494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&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;AND THE BIGGEST BABY OF ALL TIME :) ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHejVU7K_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/d6WgiSxJtRw/s1600-h/DSC02591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229205340955552754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHejVU7K_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/d6WgiSxJtRw/s400/DSC02591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHHA Why are you lost m'boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7536347-3905999801707924849?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3905999801707924849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3905999801707924849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3905999801707924849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3905999801707924849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SJHeGQbwPZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/obX51gs9vxc/s72-c/DSC02303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-993643493265290102</id><published>2008-08-01T01:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:36:53.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wanted to blog (don't ask me why) and i really didn't have anything in my head.&lt;br /&gt;So I went blog-surfing for fun and bo liao quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;FOUND THIS INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;It's off Teresa's blog. Surprise! I go there! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stares at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;[ Kiss her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a dumb ass cuz she thinks shes stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;[ Grab her and dont let go ]&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you tryin to act all tuff&lt;br /&gt;[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she's quiet&lt;br /&gt;[ Ask her whats wrong ]&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;[ Give her your attention ]&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;[ Pull her back ]&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;[Just hold her and dont say a word ]&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared&lt;br /&gt;[ Protect her ]&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite hat&lt;br /&gt;[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;[ reassure her that everything is okay ]&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you&lt;br /&gt;[SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND!!!]&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;[ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ dont look away until she does ]&lt;br /&gt;When she says it's over&lt;br /&gt;[ she still wants you to be hers ]&lt;br /&gt;When she reposts this bulletin&lt;br /&gt;[ she wants you to read it ]&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her&lt;br /&gt;- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cool. It is also very very very very feminist. Lol If there're any guys reading this...how many could you honestly say happened to your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been noticing recently that a lot of people's nicknames (esp girls) are about hating boys and there's even one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice guys r usually ugly,handsome guys r always stupid,nice &amp;amp; handsome...GAY!!not nice &amp;amp; not handsome, but still gay...good luck~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHHAHAHAAH. Like wowwww. Eri saw it and he was like "did she get dumped?" Lol. Errr. But yessss anyway it's my 13th month annivzzzzzzzxzzxzxz today whee (btw, congrats bre! :D ^^ excitingggg timesssss aheadddddd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BLOODY WAIT FOR 3 WEEKS' TIME. I know people say when you turn 18, life goes past you damn fast. And I do know this. I wish I were 16 again, but y'know, 18 isn't that bad. I'd be a lot wiser than I was at 16, and that rocks. RRR wish I could be 18 forever. Ohwellll anyway off the topic, I've been feeling more motivated than usual :) Just had half a revelation when I was picking Diego up the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking if I came back to visit Denise in 10 years time or something, Diego wouldn't even recognise me or even know that I existed, that I wiped his mucus with my fingers or saved him from the Evil Pantry Door or smelt his poopy diapers or seen his little wee-wee. He'd be like er. Hello, nice to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so yeah! Well nothing in life ever gets planned. Whenever you plan it just friggin goes another way and takes its own course. Well yeah you could plan for a good paying job and a nice family with three kids and a dog and a great oceanic view house...but somehow things get changed, y'know? :) I love life and its unpredictability. That's what got me thinking that I should study the shizz out of myself (well study isn't really the word) and love everyone to my best ability (unless they crap big time on me, and I don't mean physically).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off t sleep. G'night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Barn Owlllll thank you for these 13 months, it taught me hell lots about boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a wink, I'd be a nod&lt;br /&gt;If you were a seed well I'd be a pod&lt;br /&gt;If you were the floor I'dve want t be the rug&lt;br /&gt;And if you were a kiss I know I'd be a hug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-993643493265290102?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/993643493265290102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=993643493265290102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/993643493265290102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/993643493265290102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-really-wanted-to-blog-dont-ask-me-why.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-962293987958005935</id><published>2008-08-01T01:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:04:12.844+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Mt. Buller :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-962293987958005935?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/962293987958005935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=962293987958005935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/962293987958005935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/962293987958005935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-i-want-to-go-to-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5506433413828836093</id><published>2008-07-19T20:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:46:39.287+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not doing 3D maya this semester after all. I'm going into painting :) Finally I'm living my dream! Heheheh. I hope Maya'll be available next semester or I'm just going to cry and shrivel up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay I'm pretty annoyed with the weather around here. It's either freakishly cold and raining or hot and cold-windy. Rrrr. A bit flu-ish and I haven't even started the assignments yet! What is this eh. Sialan. Ohwell pfffft. Have been busy listening to the songs I've got and all theisr lyrics. Some of them I really like somehow, and it's usually the older songs. Like John Mayer's Daughters. Hahaha. Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barn owl.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5506433413828836093?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5506433413828836093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5506433413828836093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5506433413828836093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5506433413828836093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/heeeeh.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2204419215096534350</id><published>2008-07-14T00:01:00.026+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:59:24.894+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello okay. This is totally unfinished. It's like the last 2 days of my Eur trip.&lt;br /&gt;It's too many, I'll continue another day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHodXpAE1iI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ug1fOdC3BQc/s1600-h/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222519009869878818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHodXpAE1iI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ug1fOdC3BQc/s400/DSC02408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graffiiti in Cagliari! :) Italy. Cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHocrtgaTqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UbgQdiJyMsA/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222518255165001378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHocrtgaTqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UbgQdiJyMsA/s400/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played one, he played knick knack on his drum&lt;br /&gt;Oooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHocKLEEckI/AAAAAAAAAjM/gTzP5rIJ5BQ/s1600-h/DSC02422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222517678983639618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHocKLEEckI/AAAAAAAAAjM/gTzP5rIJ5BQ/s400/DSC02422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some theatre looking place outside the museum in Sicily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHobX8EttXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rdbs8Q5FBpc/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516815966352754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHobX8EttXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/rdbs8Q5FBpc/s400/DSC02423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamp post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoarUkq9dI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ZcVBf7fUWRM/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516049448728018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoarUkq9dI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ZcVBf7fUWRM/s400/DSC02424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Europe streets and alleyways. Where drugs and discos have their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoaAORC3XI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_HxRkueHIcs/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222515309021420914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoaAORC3XI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_HxRkueHIcs/s400/DSC02426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General washed-out look of most of European places hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should see their churches! I swear all these buildings look like mock-ups that aren't finished or something. They're so rustic and weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoYWxVME-I/AAAAAAAAAis/21pECQA8m1g/s1600-h/DSC02428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513497367909346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoYWxVME-I/AAAAAAAAAis/21pECQA8m1g/s400/DSC02428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volkswagen with Cars (c) insideeeeeee hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoX31NZEFI/AAAAAAAAAik/MxZKe0x6WPI/s1600-h/DSC02434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512965833003090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoX31NZEFI/AAAAAAAAAik/MxZKe0x6WPI/s400/DSC02434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this brilliant yellow setup! :D Like marmalade and chocolate squares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoXShzJIJI/AAAAAAAAAic/T5xJ7pYFWzs/s1600-h/DSC02435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222512324967473298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoXShzJIJI/AAAAAAAAAic/T5xJ7pYFWzs/s400/DSC02435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to fool around and act pro. Can be concept art if you want it to be. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoWfyjYBKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4AWMSaXOFeA/s1600-h/DSC02437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222511453291414690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoWfyjYBKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4AWMSaXOFeA/s400/DSC02437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cagliari, in an open space. I really really don't know the exact names of all the site locations okay, so sue me. Anyway it was really pretty and they had a rooftop garden restaurant with day beds! :) See below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoVrZiCWdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2sYBMmnC6Qk/s1600-h/DSC02436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222510553221716434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoVrZiCWdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2sYBMmnC6Qk/s400/DSC02436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atta boy, that's the stuff. It was sunny, breezy, and one old member of our tour group fell asleep on one day bed and had to literally be shaken, not stirred. Hhahahahahah it was hilarious. All of us were like shouting at her and she was like unconcious with the white curtains flapping around her head. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoVFG4jptI/AAAAAAAAAiE/G33GK2XjDIk/s1600-h/DSC02440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222509895380870866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoVFG4jptI/AAAAAAAAAiE/G33GK2XjDIk/s400/DSC02440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Like those advertisments where they're advertising pantiliners of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoUX9pnKuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1I2Rtqp5t1I/s1600-h/DSC02444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222509119808154338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoUX9pnKuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1I2Rtqp5t1I/s400/DSC02444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeg Cactoooooosss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoTvFlz5kI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Th8yRDnlK5U/s1600-h/DSC02448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222508417565058626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoTvFlz5kI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Th8yRDnlK5U/s400/DSC02448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful scene shot, I reckon. :) It's the nicest one I've got of this....country. City. Town. Village. Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoTLmj5tbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/bbAjcKvwu-I/s1600-h/DSC02450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222507807940130226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoTLmj5tbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/bbAjcKvwu-I/s400/DSC02450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside a church in Italy. I've never seen Jesus so shiny before! I have entirely forgotten what the cupping gesture of His hand means. I think it's a prayer of some sort, wasn't really paying attention. I was wondering why Italians didn't try to steal the gold from the mosaics. Hhehehehehe. I mean surely desperate poorly paupers aren't that concious of their image already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoStHLNX9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/US3KvN2paEE/s1600-h/DSC02451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222507284118986706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoStHLNX9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/US3KvN2paEE/s400/DSC02451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy daylight ooooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoSF1zPVNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/R2x-YNb-bzU/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222506609440150738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoSF1zPVNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/R2x-YNb-bzU/s400/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhereeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond the seeaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Got reprimanded a bit cos I climbed down some apparently dangerous rocks. Omg they had steps CUT into them! Shouldn't be that dangerous la but ohwell. Twas fun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoRS9CiCyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/SjlQj4SQN0I/s1600-h/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222505735210011426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoRS9CiCyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/SjlQj4SQN0I/s400/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly my point. This was on a motorbike haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoQopxWvqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EQxKvYkX93A/s1600-h/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222505008483188386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoQopxWvqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EQxKvYkX93A/s400/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Room Service Jamiacan was gorgeous. We'd always come back to FREAKING hilarious towelled figures! HAHAHA This was one of his 3 creations, it's damn cute, he made a bird and put Jac's sunhat on it, He made a sombrero thingy and put Mummy's sunglasses on it, and then these towelled people started coming up. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoQBW7P0VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2iQ3zFx33QY/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222504333409505618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoQBW7P0VI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2iQ3zFx33QY/s400/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's quote: "O YE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoOYl2a0fI/AAAAAAAAAg8/om0o90dKUpU/s1600-h/DSC02477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222502533529522674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoOYl2a0fI/AAAAAAAAAg8/om0o90dKUpU/s400/DSC02477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with exposure and colours on my camera at Amsterdam (stopover).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoM1pXpLjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/RBsV08Bt7wY/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222500833667132978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoM1pXpLjI/AAAAAAAAAg0/RBsV08Bt7wY/s400/DSC02491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEANNE DARLINGGGGGGGGGGGGG EEEEEEEEHEHEHHEEHEHHEHE &lt;br /&gt;Jac and I still reckon she looks like a shaolin monk. Haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoLVimiNtI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Is0pDo-Z0Yw/s1600-h/DSC02288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222499182583101138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHoLVimiNtI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Is0pDo-Z0Yw/s400/DSC02288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyridge Farm Eggs :) I went nuts the day I saw them in the fridge. Rie buys them to keep me happy and sane. Or mebbe insane I dono what la heeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! I'm going to start Uni tmr I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby's gna crash my class. Wooo. Didn't manage to reach Great Ocean Road tday, things were taking too long and it's approx 3+ hours drive, so total almost 8 hours drive there and back, and it's not like we didn't stop to eat and stuff. But stopped by Anglesea where I surfed a few months back and some random nice beaches, peektures another time. It's cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my nose is jogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bhai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2204419215096534350?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2204419215096534350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2204419215096534350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2204419215096534350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2204419215096534350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SHodXpAE1iI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ug1fOdC3BQc/s72-c/DSC02408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3563356016108856777</id><published>2008-07-11T21:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:08:52.608+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll post Europe pics here tomorrow or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally received the package from Chee! :) Stupidly left my Melb house keys in Singapore. Bloody forgetful. Woohoo and Jac sent over her two dresses that I really like, thank you so much! &lt;3 Am preetttyyy excited about Uni starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a road trip to the Great Ocean Road with Baby and his family this Sunday. I can't wait! IT'S LIKE MY LAST PENNY OF FREEDOM. Till like, Lesser Freedom takes over. I'm serious, school's like a third parent or something. Or mebbe I should correct that to responsibility is the third parent. SAAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can pick kids up and carry them around pretty well now. I've been practising with my guitar. Hehe Diego's getting to be SO CUTE OMFG WTS AGGGH I'm serious I'll upload a pic tmr for you to see. Heeeee. He's got four teeth now. Spiffy ey. And he's crawling about like a regular bulldozuh. And I think he'll actually be the 1st kid in the world to attract women at such a young age. It's quite amazing. HAHA. I think he's 10 months, this 26th July...and he looks like a year old already. ^^ I suddenly miss Singapore food so much. I haven't had enough!!!! Rrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Singapore, MY FRIENDS ARE ALL STARTING TO COME HERE. Yessssss. God has like finally risen from his throne and granted me a wish! Rachel J hasn't contacted me yet, I'm not expecting her to lol haha I'm not that close to her anyways. Plus with the initial rush of a new smelling city and the unbridled (?) freedom. Freedom? Half so, actually. Not much to do in Melbourne even with all the freedom. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni uni uni, I can't believe Ash might come here. It's seriosuly too good to be true. I hope she puts in more than her best yeah. Your life would be superb, no doubt girl. :) Go team AD(D)! Hahhaha Zomg. Met up with other college mates just yesterday. Funtimes. I now have another friendship band put on order. It's a gay one lolol pink white and purple wooh! Baby's got a nasty throat &gt;.&lt; Might give him some nasty tasting herbs to suck on later. Lol. WHO ASKED YOU LA. Still want to drink s'more. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no one ostracizes in Semester 2. Er. Okay that's abit wishful-thinking-ish. I skipped the whole of orientation simply because it didn't suit to my taste. Wtf, going to Queen Victoria Market? Having cakes and tea in Clayton?!? Playing soccer with your mates?!?!?! Dude I'd rather play guitar. Friends in Uni can be made when I stick around long enough :) Besides, no one from M.College went to the orientation, I think. It's just really weird this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm! I have a bloody class from 5-9pm on Tuesday, and a 2-4pm class also on Tuesday! SHEEEEEZ. At least I got Thursday off la. HIYA. Nonsense la. No time to dig my nose even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I think I might go off now. Wheeeee winter is the best time in Melbourneeeee :) Except nosebleeds are a bit more common, what with the incessent heaters and chocolate drinks. Eeeh. Thank heavens Denise hates heaters while we sleep. Hahaha. Spring's too sneezy, what with hayfever developing and stuff, Summer's with skin cancer and is too effing hot for anything, Autumn is a weird in-between that's not even cold enough. Winter's...great. If only it didn't rain so much and the wind wasn't so slicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough complaints! Onwards to my bath. Seeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3563356016108856777?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3563356016108856777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3563356016108856777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3563356016108856777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3563356016108856777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-post-europe-pics-here-tomorrow-or.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6593438163108487384</id><published>2008-07-04T20:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:19:42.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never felt happier and so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has something changed the air? Well whatever it is, please don't go away. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weellll for a really hilarious update, I wasn't going to go to my college's grad ceremony cos I think it's gna just be boring and stupid. Which I'm sure it'll be, cos not many people are going, I think. I'm not sure. I'd rather go for the uni one! But apparently some Sharon woman from Monash called today and announced I had to go for grad cos I topped the Multimedia class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;2) Jen got distinctions for every subject. I got 1 Distinction for typography.&lt;br /&gt;3) Is Jen lying?&lt;br /&gt;4) Is Sharon lying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOPER CONFUSED.&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling Sharon back but I think she jumped off the Monash building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna go. Yay I hope I don't have to pay. LOL AHYA. Maybe they tricked me so that I'll just fill up their hall space. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent a really nice 1st year anniversary w Baby the other day :) Hahhahaha the earphones are super cool la, one-sided wth! Hahahaha. &lt;3 the picture he drew, it's damn cute I looked like several people from different angles! [Baby I know it isn't of her la, i'm just teasing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Je suis heureux. Wo hen kai xin. Saya bahagia....bangat? Ahhya shuddup I dono. Vanakam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday It's Friday the beagles love to sigh they&lt;br /&gt;Bounce around and eat your socks&lt;br /&gt;And pelicans fly around in flocks&lt;br /&gt;And I think yellow is rather gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni is starting on 14th, and I can't wait. Don't know roughly who's in my course and stuff yet, I hope there isn't too much competition or I will come back to Singapore looking like a 30 year old. Off to pumpkin spaghetti dinner O.O Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6593438163108487384?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6593438163108487384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6593438163108487384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6593438163108487384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6593438163108487384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-never-felt-happier-and-so-in.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-8950613362508064261</id><published>2008-06-24T03:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T03:18:37.509+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY WHY WHY HASN'T MY eCoE COME YET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I NOT GOING TO BE IN UNI!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRET FRET FRET FRET FRET.&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT'S BEEN 3 WORKING DAYS, WHERE THE HELL IS IT!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-8950613362508064261?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8950613362508064261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=8950613362508064261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8950613362508064261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8950613362508064261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-why-why-hasnt-my-ecoe-come-yet-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6272551472880442387</id><published>2008-06-19T17:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:52:02.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well har de har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the last post I wanted to scream from the top of Bukit Timah but was unable to, so I wrote instead. I'm fine now, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, wherever I go, all the computers around me start dying. OH MY GOD. This is serious I have screwed up 3 computers just by being near it! Or something! And my laptop is severly like, sick. So it's being repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dentist at Serangoon Q&amp;amp;M today. Bled from the top. Ughhhh I would've thought at least I have straight enough teeth, she wouldn't have to pry between all the teeth with her monstrous drill, but NO. She dug as if she were a dog. And before polishing she had to like use some water squirting thing "to remove your stains okay girl??". So okay la. Damn pain. And I was wearing super cool yellow science lab goggles. And it was seriously like those gory cartoons where water was flying everywhere as the dentist struggled with my mouth. So freaking scary but I survived the ordeal, so yay! Pats on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello helloooo&lt;br /&gt;There's a place called Vertigoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's approx. 6.5 days to Baby's exam. LOLOOLOLOOLOLOL good luck man. I hope the library's helping! :) Eh not only he suffers okay. I don't get to talk to him for a week -.- Sian sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly miss Melb! BUT i know when I go back there, it's going to be a constipated kinda enjoyable hell joyride, so yeah. Enjoy the tranquilty as of now (: Have you ever wondered if we all didn't have computers, where would we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sweemeeng w Ash ytd and baked cookies and fried rrrrrrice and watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehheheheh okay funtimesss :D Pics on her blog you ownself go see. I'm going to bathe now. BUHbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6272551472880442387?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6272551472880442387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6272551472880442387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6272551472880442387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6272551472880442387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-har-de-har.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4378428571475256330</id><published>2008-06-15T04:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:42:50.411+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been this angry and confused in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And no one is going to listen to me ramble, because I think it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love writing. Nothing judges you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between a broken nose and a fake smile&lt;br /&gt;Between piety and gun powder&lt;br /&gt;Between fighting and fleeing the scene&lt;br /&gt;Between the murder and the normalacy&lt;br /&gt;Between aggression and oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Between the brutal and realistically well behaved&lt;br /&gt;Between the screaming and the pulling in the reins&lt;br /&gt;Between tiptoeing and ambling&lt;br /&gt;What am i to do with all this fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between violence and silently seething&lt;br /&gt;Between my fist and my pollyanna flower&lt;br /&gt;(edited out vulgar line)&lt;br /&gt;Between war and denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between flying vases and secretly weeping&lt;br /&gt;Between loose cannons and ever down playing&lt;br /&gt;Between the bruises and the nobly differing&lt;br /&gt;Between bursting and boiling&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do with all this burning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between violence and silently seething&lt;br /&gt;Between my fist and my pollyanna flower&lt;br /&gt;(edited out vulgar line)&lt;br /&gt;Between war and denial&lt;br /&gt;What am i to do with all this fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand me in this place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4378428571475256330?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4378428571475256330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4378428571475256330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4378428571475256330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4378428571475256330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-havent-been-this-angry-and-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3472155700856315600</id><published>2008-05-27T09:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:30:05.669+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enquires replied.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel precious.&lt;br /&gt;Youngest in my batch's college and I'M GOING TO UNI IN JULYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;Ole, ole ole oleeee&lt;br /&gt;Lee housseee Lee houuuuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is ending! Hallelujah! Onwards to more independance! Onwards to ... my future job? Which is I dono? By the way, I still don't know how to spell independance. Independence. Please correct me, somebody, and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received two really EEEHEEHEEKEKEKE sunflowers from Eri the other day, even though I was being pissy at him. I was telling him about how sweet and quirky bestie's boyfriend was, giving her daisies for her birthday, and the next day my favourite flower shows up on my table omg. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was like a green cat at first, and I even had the most amazing thought of the Dr. Seuss green eggs and ham flit through my mind for no reason at all. Hm! Yaaaaar mannn. Pretty pretty thank you &lt;3 it made my day! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of trimester m'lads! Stress stress stressss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with multimedia studio and creating websites!!!! Yeayeayeayaeyeyayyy typography and 3D Maya to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueugh I cannot wait for like Saturday to come. Home home home Singapore Singapore home home. It's so weird whenever I hear like Singaporeans full-on talking about something in our accent, it's almost foreign, even though I myself am doing it! Wahahaa my brain's like mashed carrots now. I don't want to sleep now cos I will mess up my sleep routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from school. Skipped sleep last night - there's no end to this hellish stress once you reach 16, is there. Life is being cynical on me. I was reading Shantaram the other day, it's this really AWESOME wonderful cool book (bad bad vocab) about an ex-Australian prisoner, who escaped over the front wall of the Australian prison. He lived in India for like 8 years, as a fugitive, joining the mafia and everything, and now is like this successful director of a multimedia company and donates most of his wealth to the slums in India, cos he stayed there for some time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a philosophical book. I quite like philosophy, unless it's those kinds that like go around in circles and question small insignificant things that don't even need to be discussed. Y'all should check it out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty relaxed, I dono why, I have to like hand in these shitloads on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typography:&lt;br /&gt;12 weeks of minor exercises (5% each)&lt;br /&gt;Magazine Interview on Tara MacPherson (I really love her artwork)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Poster on a movie&lt;br /&gt;Clarendon Typeface research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D Maya:&lt;br /&gt;12 weeks of Maya tutorials&lt;br /&gt;Render my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Render my Fender strat&lt;br /&gt;Render my Amp&lt;br /&gt;Render my teaset&lt;br /&gt;Render a spider&lt;br /&gt;Create a still life composition with the influence of an artist of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;Create two unique lambert and blinn shaders materials for one of the above.&lt;br /&gt;Create two reflective materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be assessed on:&lt;br /&gt;Correct use of tools and techniques&lt;br /&gt;Level of detail&lt;br /&gt;Good file management&lt;br /&gt;Competence with modelling techniques&lt;br /&gt;Presentation / Delivery of all requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lordylordylordy save our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumdum dee dumdum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, love is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's my life after all. I don't need to ask for people's opinions, and ponder till thy kingdom comes...it's like ultimately a huuuge bloody waste of time and stupid emotions and emotional turmoil is not what I need right now. If I get it wrong, then I'll get it wrong my way.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if you were wanting them peektures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3472155700856315600?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3472155700856315600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3472155700856315600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3472155700856315600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3472155700856315600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/05/enquires-replied.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7874439586888401474</id><published>2008-04-13T16:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:40:30.025+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright! The lazy bugger has moved from her seat.&lt;br /&gt;Presenting some parts of New York. It's quite overdue. I didn't put the Ripley's Believe it Or Not museum stuff here, cos it's way too many shots, propbably in another post or something. And I haven't uploaded s'more interesting pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soft, soft, one must not leap beyond his earthly years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG9zM3htKI/AAAAAAAAAgc/98OwyDX8ow4/s1600-h/DSC01853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188636933032621218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG9zM3htKI/AAAAAAAAAgc/98OwyDX8ow4/s400/DSC01853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. ArmoredUnderPants! In th Metropolitan Museum of Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG9GM3htJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/EdFks5oYOPQ/s1600-h/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188636159938507922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG9GM3htJI/AAAAAAAAAgU/EdFks5oYOPQ/s400/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripley's Believe it or Not museum. It's the 1st exhibit. This girl lived to be 170, despite the fact that she was born with only half a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG5Mc3htII/AAAAAAAAAgM/B8fpGIiCOsw/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188631869266179202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG5Mc3htII/AAAAAAAAAgM/B8fpGIiCOsw/s400/DSC01759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I in the subway, and the train's interior was covered with a wooden sticker layer. Pweety cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG3I83htHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1zgAMKcSIDs/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188629610113381490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG3I83htHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1zgAMKcSIDs/s400/DSC01757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found this immensely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG2c83htGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MAQXuue34SU/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188628854199137378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG2c83htGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MAQXuue34SU/s400/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Kong's favourite hang-out spottt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGyU83htFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/R0IoKsaLXsM/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188624318713672786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGyU83htFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/R0IoKsaLXsM/s400/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caddypillars and flutterbys in cute cookie shapes.&lt;br /&gt;Love it! There were some in the shape of the Stat of Lib and Emp St Bldg but seriously, who's going to eat them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGxws3htEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/kvgTHOOf6vE/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188623695943414850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGxws3htEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/kvgTHOOf6vE/s400/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks after Mary Poppins :) Jac ordered the wrong one for me, so she drank 2 iced coffees and she went back to order the correct one for me, cos I was coughing. So = no cold drinks. Hehehehe sorry Jac but you really didn't need to!!!!!! Thankkkkkksssssss lol anw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGxDM3htDI/AAAAAAAAAfk/xx59cF8K4Dc/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188622914259366962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGxDM3htDI/AAAAAAAAAfk/xx59cF8K4Dc/s400/DSC01739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escalators were wooden. i'm damn swaku, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGwRM3htCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Wh8HiBXXh7k/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188622055265907746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGwRM3htCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Wh8HiBXXh7k/s400/DSC01734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subway interiors were quite trendy, actually. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGs883htBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2-C6K-Ap0gU/s1600-h/DSC01727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188618408838673426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGs883htBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2-C6K-Ap0gU/s400/DSC01727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Mary Poppins started. I'm not supposed to tke pictures in the Broadway Theatre but it was just too impeccably built and gorgeous-ly furnished. And elaborately decorated. And dark. And woozy. And I'm a Singaporean. And it's my 1st time. So shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGpQ83htAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_O8VNC2Y5dc/s1600-h/DSC01718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188614354389545986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGpQ83htAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_O8VNC2Y5dc/s400/DSC01718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac said this was the biggest Mackers around. I didn't go in it :( What if you entered it and suddenly you became obese for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGoj83hs_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/gRZ7slN7t18/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188613581295432690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGoj83hs_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/gRZ7slN7t18/s400/DSC01717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot stop laughing at this photo of Jac, she really just looks so goddamned happy it's so cute hehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGmPc3hs-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/Cm4vp9_DU-k/s1600-h/DSC01711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188611030084858850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGmPc3hs-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/Cm4vp9_DU-k/s400/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Now Yorkkkk, you're a hell of a towwwwnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGjMc3hs9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/iP3MXZKJ0as/s1600-h/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188607680010367954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGjMc3hs9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/iP3MXZKJ0as/s400/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGhB83hs8I/AAAAAAAAAes/uzbjFrxsIDU/s1600-h/DSC01702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188605300598485954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGhB83hs8I/AAAAAAAAAes/uzbjFrxsIDU/s400/DSC01702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating my favourite Korean dish in New York. Dez was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGeTM3hs7I/AAAAAAAAAek/FzCWbiu9_50/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188602298416346034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGeTM3hs7I/AAAAAAAAAek/FzCWbiu9_50/s400/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEES KEES pepper and salt shakers. Museum of Modern Art souveneir shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGdJ83hs6I/AAAAAAAAAec/h113WZtPFFA/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188601039990928290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGdJ83hs6I/AAAAAAAAAec/h113WZtPFFA/s400/DSC01698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dodgy shady guy helped us to take this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGZ3c3hs5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/4dbB3ZIj4Fs/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188597423628465042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGZ3c3hs5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/4dbB3ZIj4Fs/s400/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGZQ83hs4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/0Myy-qvLC0o/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188596762203501442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGZQ83hs4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/0Myy-qvLC0o/s400/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the grooviest exhibit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGYaM3hs3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/eLMSWfmg_fs/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595821605663602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGYaM3hs3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/eLMSWfmg_fs/s400/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have this wall in my house's kitchen next time. Or my neighbour's wall better have it. No more worrying about stains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGXxM3hs2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7SPE-JruyDo/s1600-h/DSC01655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188595117231027042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGXxM3hs2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7SPE-JruyDo/s400/DSC01655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGXBs3hs1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/G9IehJ5Hp00/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188594301187240786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGXBs3hs1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/G9IehJ5Hp00/s400/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. I really wonder sometimes how art can be made without money. I mean you frigging buy a beautiful violin, divide it in half and remove its strings, and you then proceed to fill it with beans. I think this kind of concept doesn't get to me because it's just so impractical and odd. Doesn't require skills at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGRGM3hs0I/AAAAAAAAAds/G0UKZcXlWRU/s1600-h/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188587781426885442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGRGM3hs0I/AAAAAAAAAds/G0UKZcXlWRU/s400/DSC01648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was cute though. It's in one of those art film sections where video art is shown, and those people that haven't seen video art before,it's like this short film of totally random and striking things like a person scratching at a door or kicking a football in various ways around an alleyway that has some skulls in the field. IT'S CRAZY. I really don't understand it! And the worst part was there was to explanation of the artist's concept on the walls or anything, so it's totally up to the viewer's interpretation, but I got a headache because I really didn't know what to think. And I hate not knowing answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGPos3hszI/AAAAAAAAAdk/hYPG3ganRL0/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188586175109116722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAGPos3hszI/AAAAAAAAAdk/hYPG3ganRL0/s400/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80UaotoIoI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aw9JoIszpaY/s1600-h/DSC01638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173813994756514434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80UaotoIoI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aw9JoIszpaY/s400/DSC01638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU THINK MUMMY MATCHES THE PICTURES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80TkItoInI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ys-xT6qHPQA/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173813058453643890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80TkItoInI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ys-xT6qHPQA/s400/DSC01633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spot the sofa! Hehehehe this was in our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80S-4toImI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yp44IU637tk/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173812418503516770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80S-4toImI/AAAAAAAAAc8/yp44IU637tk/s400/DSC01628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the corridor light entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80KzYtoIlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yzNt02l2g_g/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173803424841998930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80KzYtoIlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yzNt02l2g_g/s400/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80KIItoIkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TEW4_vn-2RU/s1600-h/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173802681812656706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80KIItoIkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TEW4_vn-2RU/s400/DSC01618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timesquare New York, where the city never sleeps, cliche as it may be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80JqItoIjI/AAAAAAAAAck/-TZSeCNlleU/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173802166416581170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80JqItoIjI/AAAAAAAAAck/-TZSeCNlleU/s400/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to Ithaca! :) I honestly dono what Ma's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80EDotoIiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tNqT3kSYNM4/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173796007433478690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80EDotoIiI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tNqT3kSYNM4/s400/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80CqYtoIhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Gtfwt2Z8nAE/s1600-h/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173794474130154002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80CqYtoIhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Gtfwt2Z8nAE/s400/DSC01607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Wedgemans Supermarket. Cat cream holders. How...inventive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80BIotoIgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zq2kzH190Jw/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173792794797941250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80BIotoIgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zq2kzH190Jw/s400/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS IN THEIR LOCAL SUPERMARKET. WHY?! My god. It's like disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80AcItoIfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Czukjy0TpzY/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173792030293762546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R80AcItoIfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Czukjy0TpzY/s400/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their stocks are huge!! And their supermarkets are all like Carrefour standards and size. Just a bit more cozy and has less annoying know-it-all kiddies around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z_QItoIeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mNcjBaQ_Vzk/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173790724623704546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z_QItoIeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mNcjBaQ_Vzk/s400/DSC01599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Cornell's libraries. I really want to cry. It's like a page straight out of Harry Potter's Hogwarts castle's common room. AND THERE ARE WINDOWS NEXT TO YOU OVERLOOKING THE CAMPUS while you're studying. And you can climb nice ladders to study in your own little cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z-v4toIdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Im5Nd_weaVc/s1600-h/DSC01597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173790170572923346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z-v4toIdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Im5Nd_weaVc/s400/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute tree on campus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z1AYtoIcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/W3qB0vholTI/s1600-h/DSC01592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173779458924487106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z1AYtoIcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/W3qB0vholTI/s400/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z0iYtoIbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/e-oNljY58fQ/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173778943528411570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8z0iYtoIbI/AAAAAAAAAbk/e-oNljY58fQ/s400/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pristine! Love snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zya4toIaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yh7YVEg-mro/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173776615656137122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zya4toIaI/AAAAAAAAAbc/yh7YVEg-mro/s400/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a heart shaped jump. But I think it looks like a snow panty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zxWItoIZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nMETjZ-6f24/s1600-h/DSC01588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173775434540130706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zxWItoIZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nMETjZ-6f24/s400/DSC01588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) The sky was whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zweotoIYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/JK8TuF6yOm4/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173774481057390978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zweotoIYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/JK8TuF6yOm4/s400/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac and Mummy at Wedgemans. This was the day before Valentine's Day, and the store was so red. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zv74toIXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KW9wPqCwQKg/s1600-h/DSC01572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173773884056936818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zv74toIXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KW9wPqCwQKg/s400/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac's cool apartment! I swear man, Melbourne needs to up their studio apartment sizes. :( It's the size of your fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zptItoIVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/9Tfsew6EVzI/s1600-h/DSC01564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173767033584099666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R8zptItoIVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/9Tfsew6EVzI/s400/DSC01564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blizzards when we were landing in Ithaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not all for the trip but I will post when I feel like it another time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I'm really sorry that this whole picture journey is like back to front, but ohwell. Hahhahaa. ;) Okay I've spent like about 5 hours doing this, so I feel really guilty, and I have to go and finish my typography and Flash animation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to learn salsa and French in Uni. Perhaps I should start now because it seems as if people have less time to do extra activities in Uni than college. Although I think they expect a lot more from college students cos all the teachers from the Uni faculty (who mark our work) think that we all are slack and dumb students who only know how to party and drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the sad reality is that I'm underaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! August 24th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME TO ME!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7874439586888401474?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7874439586888401474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7874439586888401474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7874439586888401474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7874439586888401474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright-lazy-bugger-has-moved-from-her.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SAG9zM3htKI/AAAAAAAAAgc/98OwyDX8ow4/s72-c/DSC01853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2361335524784206658</id><published>2008-03-29T12:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:24:06.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R-2Xz48zeII/AAAAAAAAAdU/GmAPEQEfHnE/s1600-h/leanne4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182965663889848450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R-2Xz48zeII/AAAAAAAAAdU/GmAPEQEfHnE/s400/leanne4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting Leanne! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my sister :) Got mummy's call when I was crashing Eri's lecture, so I excused myself to go to the toilet and screamed hehehehe. His lecturer answers people's calls whenever it rings. Damn funny, he's British. Lol. He answered this guy's call and he was like practically sprinting up into the audience when the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's the only joy I get, really!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol rather sad. It was the guy's mother and she was like having a conversation with the lecturer LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hengalaosai I put my phone on silent. It was a lecture on math and physics and it was quite understandable. Yay I'm of Uni standardssssss ^^ LOL Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Chee and WK are doing well now. I shall call her tonight, haven't been able to talk to her since the birth! Leanne apparently has been reported to have a strong pair of lungs. :) HEHE. Like my mother. WAHAHAHAHA So cool la, March 27th is Leanne's birthday and 28th is Mummy's! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Earth Hour at 8pm-9pm, so apparently we have to turn off every single bloody thing in the house and completly black ourselves out, to remind ourselves of the abundant energy we're consuming off this Earth. Yeeeep :) I love it! :) Watched the news ytd and discovered that people even in Israel and Copenhagen and Sydney were doing it, so it should be prety worldwide! Pity for the hot and cold climate countries though, no fans or heaters. Melb's autumn now so the weather's good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Singapore would participate though. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO DO MY WORK NOW. It's 2 more days before my Easter break ends and I have quite a lot of work to finishhhh :(&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2361335524784206658?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2361335524784206658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2361335524784206658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2361335524784206658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2361335524784206658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/helloooooooooo-ladies-and-gents.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R-2Xz48zeII/AAAAAAAAAdU/GmAPEQEfHnE/s72-c/leanne4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2848643154898040911</id><published>2008-03-20T10:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:58:54.933+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this off Aileen's blog and I marvel at its truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Desiree Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I need to start blogging for a purpose and not keep doing these quizzes to tell me who I am. &gt;.&lt; New York pics still not up, I know, I know. I'll do it in the Easter break. Which is on FRIDAYY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2848643154898040911?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2848643154898040911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2848643154898040911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2848643154898040911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2848643154898040911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-this-off-aileens-blog-and-i-marvel.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-649975516592080913</id><published>2008-03-09T22:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:42:27.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this off Sophil's when I was blog hopping. Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To A,&lt;/strong&gt; Please love yourself girl! I worry too much about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To B,&lt;/strong&gt; We shall bake when we come back! Let me know if you still want Nutellaaa ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To C,&lt;/strong&gt; Be careful of your boyfriend, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To D,&lt;/strong&gt; I love you for taking care of me since last Feb, even when I'm not your daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To E,&lt;/strong&gt; Hang in there. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To F,&lt;/strong&gt; Noisy noisy girl. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To G,&lt;/strong&gt; STUDY HARD YARRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To H,&lt;/strong&gt; I think your housemate's ULTRA FUNNY LOLS the toilet notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To I,&lt;/strong&gt; It was really good knowing you, hope your life's still happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To J,&lt;/strong&gt; You both are the best sisters anyone could ever have. I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To K,&lt;/strong&gt; Hope you're having fun over there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To L,&lt;/strong&gt; Was good seeing you on Sat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To M,&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for everything you've suffered for me, I'm lucky to have come out of you! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To N,&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty pretty girl, you're the best couple I've seen here so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To O,&lt;/strong&gt; orgy porgy. Wahhahaa no O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To P,&lt;/strong&gt; Your laugh's still the funniest I've heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Q,&lt;/strong&gt; Haven't met any Q-friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To R,&lt;/strong&gt; STOP GOING HOME AT 8PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To S,&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for letting my poke holes in your brolly HEHEHEHE I love &amp;amp; miss you Besteeeeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To T,&lt;/strong&gt; I think your intelligence is weighed down so much by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To U,&lt;/strong&gt; you, what? Lols. Don't have U friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To V,&lt;/strong&gt; You walk funny. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To W,&lt;/strong&gt; Haven't talked to you guys for ages, you're always not online :( Handbells totally rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To X,&lt;/strong&gt; Stop jaywalking it's bad for your eyesight. hehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Y,&lt;/strong&gt; Keep rocking in your band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Z,&lt;/strong&gt; Hope you've actually changed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-649975516592080913?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/649975516592080913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=649975516592080913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/649975516592080913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/649975516592080913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-this-off-sophils-when-i-was-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6451212586139877272</id><published>2008-03-09T21:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:54:25.658+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, so I didn't reach the weekend safely. HAHAHAA. Some photos are in a draft in my Blogger Home, I will put them up when I feel like it. NGYEAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workload has been manageable, but I know what college is like now, so I think now my playing period is like, officially over. It's the start of the third week tmr, and I have a major project due, yipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Moomba festival ytd, and the fireworks sucked eggs. The choreography was odd and inconsistent, and I was like cramping and having a headache and was tired from the day's events, and the previous day before that too. Well whaddaya know. I hope next year I won't have my period whilst the festival is on!!!! Met LeeXuan and her other 4 Singaporean friends. Whoo! They were rather ho-hummish and all were girls, but there was a nice small cute girl amongst them that tried to make conversation, and I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own group was rather anti-social too -.- This michelle ahh, wondering around the whole river without telling us where she was going, and the worst thing was she took the cotton candy too!!!! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Gnehh. Bought a Super Sipper, it's like this huge boot shaped bottle that had lime cordial in it and there's a straw with a cap at the end. ^^ Happy. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the overall festival would've been much more fun if the rides weren't so damn expensive and if I'd had happy people along! &gt;.&lt; Bima was like the happiest person there lols. Before the festival we went to mess around at Allan's Music Store, and me and mich have concluded that we'll save and get a keyboard each in the later part of the year. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera ran out of batts :( So no pics :( :( Ohvells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM REALLY DISAPPOINTED WITH THE FIREWORKS! I stayed so long at the city and it's like eeeeef. Rarh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owells. I hope next week looks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pick up myself and dust the trails I've slopped behind, and it's going to be hard, but if I learn something then it will all be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Forgive them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Forgive God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But who's going to forgive me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I lived life not according to everyone else's silent expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6451212586139877272?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6451212586139877272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6451212586139877272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6451212586139877272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6451212586139877272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright-so-i-didnt-reach-weekend-safely.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6979830076901466343</id><published>2008-02-28T16:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:00:45.955+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New York pics weel be posted up when I reach the weekend safely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quiz i stole from Jowennaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(40) Secrets About Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One] Who was your last text from?- Ashwee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two] Where was your default picture taken?- Si mi default picture?! Er desktop? Using the Sample Pictures one. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Three] What's your middle name?- Don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Four] Your current relationship status?- Single-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Five] Does your crush(es) like you back?- I should think so. ^^ HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Six] What is your current mood?- Swirly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seven] What's your dads name? - Michael Seow Wah Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eight] What color shirt are you wearing?- Black Supercalifragelisticexpialidocious Tshirt from MaryP's broadway musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nine] What was the last thing you drank?- Ice chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ten] If you could go back in time and change something, would you?- Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eleven] Last concert you went to? - Uh...PL's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twelve] Ever had a near death experience?- EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirteen] Something you do a lot?- Cut my nails and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fourteen] Angry at anyone?- I'm tired of being angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fifteen] Do you wanna see somebody right now?- Lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sixteen] Name someone with the same birthday as you?- Bernice Yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seventeen] When was the last time you cried?- In a park two days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eighteen] Who would you do anything for?- Family and certain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nineteen] Who is your idol?- Idol? JCD II. ;) Always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty] What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?- Eyes and teeth/lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-one] What do you usually order from starbucks?- Cappucino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-three] Where is your ex?- What d'you mean where? o.O On earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-four] Favorite christmas movie?- Hm. I hate christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-five] Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?- I LOVE TOTALLY SPIES. And the Powerpuffgirls are really inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-six] What are you eating or drinking at the moment?- RedRockDeli Sweet Chili Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-seven] Say something nice about the person who posted this before you.- Interesting mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-eight] Whats your favorite smell?- I haven't smelt enough to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-nine] Describe your life in one word- Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty] Have you ever kissed in the rain?- Er, bus shelter when raining? Wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-one] Do You Like The Rain?- When I'm not outside, or unless I'm w Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-two] What are you thinking about right now?- MultimediaStudioCreatingDigitalContentTypography3DAnimationFlashInDesignMaya&lt;br /&gt;ProjectsIllustratorPhotoshopLayoutPadMonashsucksMytypographyteacherisveryhandsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-three] What should you be doing?- Everything that points me to graduating fabulously out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-four] What's your biggest fear?- Not being appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-five] If you could have any job what would it be?- Ohhh for the love of God, any place in Pixar! Except a cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-six] Which of your friends treats you the best?- Siao ah. I don't judge people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-seven] Which of your friends do you wish treated you better?- ...My laptop. It's always showing me black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-nine] What is your natural haircolor?- Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Forty] Who was the last person to make you smile?- Denise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6979830076901466343?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6979830076901466343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6979830076901466343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6979830076901466343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6979830076901466343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-york-pics-weel-be-posted-up-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7165024492981517959</id><published>2008-02-22T17:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:44:20.796+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is quite a screamy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T GET "PRETTY WOMEN" FROM SWEENEY TODD OUT OF MY HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH "JUMPER"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYDOBIRDSSUDDENLYAPPEAR&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTIMEYOUARENEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7165024492981517959?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7165024492981517959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7165024492981517959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7165024492981517959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7165024492981517959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-quite-screamy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-3582890542697027331</id><published>2008-02-20T11:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:11:27.004+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that you could hurt me&lt;br /&gt;the way you've done it?&lt;br /&gt;So deliberate, so determined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you have been gone&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails for days and hours&lt;br /&gt;and question my own questions on and on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm still so close&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Baby&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believeit should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to be attentive&lt;br /&gt;To all you wanted, always supportive, always patient&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering for days and hours&lt;br /&gt;is it here, it isn't here, where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, anyhow&lt;br /&gt;I wish you both all the best&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Baby&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Illegal - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shakira feat. Carlos Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being away doesn't render me dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've given you time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because all you need is to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But apparently, I'm not that important to you after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-3582890542697027331?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3582890542697027331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=3582890542697027331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3582890542697027331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/3582890542697027331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-would-have-thought-that-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7075834246784816293</id><published>2008-02-15T07:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:38:18.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;A very very very happy girl indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MCD5010&lt;br /&gt;BASIC DESIGN STUDIO C:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MCD5020&lt;br /&gt;ART AND DESIGN THEORY C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MCD5030&lt;br /&gt;DIGITAL IMAGING:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MCD5040&lt;br /&gt;DRAWING C:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCD5120&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCTION TO ART AND DESIGN HEALTH AND SAFETY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PGO (Pass.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH GAWD xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heheeheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still in NY. :) Am using Jac's computer, her apartment is DAMN NICEEEE ZOMG this strengthens my need for a solitary living space back in Melbourne. I cannot be living with a guy and his partner and his kid, and his mother at one shot. I just cannot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the snow here! Everything's so pristine and shiny and y'guys know how much I like shiny things. :) And Jac's college campus is the size of half of Singapore or something. Or like Melbourne's city. It's! Absolutely! Insane! &gt;.&lt;&gt;Just came back from lunch w Jac's friends, zomg they're ultra funny and nice. Will, Sam, Steph and Pete, who is fricking funny lolol. Poor Steph was so tired, I was listening to her workload and it's O.O I'm never going to make it in Cornell even if I tried. Woots. Pete's like running on 5 redbulls. LOL I love hanging out w people who need sleep, and are running on energy drinks. LAWL IT'S THE BEST. They're usually the craziest bunch around. They were all gna snowboard on the weekend or something, and Steph (who's a damn good iceskater) was gna skate, and Pete wanted to try. He said "Do I have to wear a helmet? OH y'know, I should like strap pillows to myself and..." LOLOLOLLOL MY GOD WTH?! &lt;p&gt;They all looked really tired. I think the most hyped ones were Will and Pete lol. They're all going to play Wii tnight and I'm invited ^^ Hahaha. Woohoo. Zomg went to Cornell Collection Store and bought some stuff. I can see why people are easily patriotic about their schools when they're in the US...it's absolutely marvellous. Cool's more like the word. I mean bloody hell, Cornell even has its own dogbowls?! Like wth!? And car plates and stuff! &gt;.&lt;&gt;Ahwell. Shall get some Monash merchandise when I get back :) I want to get a cup if they have one. &lt;p&gt;ZOMG I'M SO HAPPY. &lt;p&gt;Sucks to be sick though. Mummy's also sick :( :( Am wheezing like 70% of the time and it's not very nice when you're stomping around in the snow :X Ahh shall put pics up here when I get back :) Going to watch Mary Poppins as a Broadway musical :D :D :D AAAAH I WANT TO WATCH PHANTOM OF THE OPERA BUT NOBODY WANTS TO WATCH WITH ME!!!!!! And Mummy has seen it 3 times, and Jac has seen it alr :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( &lt;p&gt;Oh well. &lt;p&gt;:) I'm so happy. Roar :) My marks are what I wished for! Now I'm going to achieve higher. Wah sialan my Theory is the highest, can you believe it. Whee! :D But if I have to cry every night for this kind of marks only, then that's a BIT sucky eh. Cry cry cry stress stress stress also only D's. Sian. Looks like I'm studying hard, not smart. What to do. Will learn somehow. &lt;p&gt;Valentine's Day here is so cute. The supermarkets are filled with helium aluminium cheery love balloons, and there're all these guys queuing up for that last minute rose bouquet. Lol I much prefer sunflowers to tell you the truth. Anyhoo, supermarkets here are like some Adventureland LMAO it's like huge. It's like one of those warehouses at the Expo when there're booksales going on. ^^ &lt;p&gt;Oop! Have to go now. :) Tty another time :) &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/7536347-7075834246784816293?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7075834246784816293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7075834246784816293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7075834246784816293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7075834246784816293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6971333598579822304</id><published>2008-02-12T17:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:07:35.289+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If only the world wouldn't get in the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only people'd just let you play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say you're both being fools&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're breaking all the rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The magic of your wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I feel so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, here's some pics to ogle at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FKR2VhGEI/AAAAAAAAAas/s51LX2vi00M/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165991918074665026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FKR2VhGEI/AAAAAAAAAas/s51LX2vi00M/s400/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I give up on boys for now. I have found new love. C'mere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FI_WVhGDI/AAAAAAAAAak/0evc7LbHGzI/s1600-h/DSC01554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165990500735457330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FI_WVhGDI/AAAAAAAAAak/0evc7LbHGzI/s400/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped this OGL girl dye her hair to a less outstanding colour. HAHAHAA. Damn fun laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN, &lt;s&gt;FORREST&lt;/s&gt;ASHLEY, RUN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm vhaiting for you here, challo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FIL2VhGCI/AAAAAAAAAac/5gdvcUsrCXM/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165989615972194338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FIL2VhGCI/AAAAAAAAAac/5gdvcUsrCXM/s400/DSC01546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckoned that rotating fans looked prostitute-ish only if they were made black and white. And dingy too. Sepia worked too, but didn't look as dodgy, it just looked old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FHcGVhGBI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Jkv26n2JqlE/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165988795633440786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FHcGVhGBI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Jkv26n2JqlE/s400/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway w Ash after AhLongPTE.LTD. Heee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SILENCE!&lt;/strong&gt; I kieel you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FCumVhGAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-XsO0mrcSWo/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165983615902881794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FCumVhGAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-XsO0mrcSWo/s400/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate shall be your Salvation. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one can compete with Max Brenners! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drank this at St Kilda's one day before coming to Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E-5GVhF-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3otviRFyAxk/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165979398244997090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E-5GVhF-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3otviRFyAxk/s400/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY MAIN REASON FOR LOVING CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wk's mother raged up a storm, woke up at a mad 7am to welcome us to the New Year w her damn nice Cantonese style cooking :D Ahh so hehpeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E-KGVhF9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bZSu3X5k-Ao/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165978590791145426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E-KGVhF9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bZSu3X5k-Ao/s400/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOOOOOOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOOOOOOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GLORIOUS FOOOOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E9o2VhF8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/uB-gdm4IT5o/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165978019560495042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E9o2VhF8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/uB-gdm4IT5o/s400/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and cute babies dressed in red! :D Eeehehehe my niece Natalie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mother. Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E_aGVhF_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/28uJZGn-TEc/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165979965180680178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E_aGVhF_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/28uJZGn-TEc/s400/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherwyn and I! He was wearing flaming red socks ohmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E9H2VhF7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/825ZtDyuKq0/s1600-h/DSC01524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165977452624811954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E9H2VhF7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/825ZtDyuKq0/s400/DSC01524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Henry, Tua Yi, me, Ma, Chee and WK :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh heh look at Chee ^^ daaaamn i'm going to miss end March :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E8f2VhF6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/omqVvrvHFXk/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165976765430044578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E8f2VhF6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/omqVvrvHFXk/s400/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esther, Trix and I :D Funtimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E7x2VhF5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/YNeHwpcEs50/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165975975156062098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7E7x2VhF5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/YNeHwpcEs50/s400/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poppy. Deceivingly cute. Great, enthusiastic humper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to post the videos of the 2 YuShengs but ahyya, blogger's having some troubles. Nvm I'm sure everyone's was pretty much the same. I just found out that only Singaporeans and Malaysians do yusheng. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving tnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving tnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving tnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN EXCITEDDDDD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jac jac jac jac jac jacccccc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snowwwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vday vday vday vday vdayyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MoMA MoMA MoMA MoMA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahya. Nobody to Vday with. Friends also in Sg :( Dammit I wanted to give you guys something this year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ANW :D New York baby here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't finished packing sial. Nehmind pack v.fast one la. I hope mummy recovers somemore from her sickness for the flight. I need to recover too -.-&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/7536347-6971333598579822304?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6971333598579822304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6971333598579822304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6971333598579822304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6971333598579822304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-only-world-wouldnt-get-in-way-if.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R7FKR2VhGEI/AAAAAAAAAas/s51LX2vi00M/s72-c/DSC01555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-661262537876032765</id><published>2008-02-08T19:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:15:23.169+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gaaaaahzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;I put on 1 kg!!!! *Dances in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love CNY even though every year I eat myself to oblivion. And mostly sickness. Bloody tossing and turning in the bed the whole night, had a high fever but was too lazy to get out and take panadol. Hoped I could sleep it off but er. Mother Nature is PMSing I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo i'm FINE NOW :D Chee and WK came over for yusheng tday, dono if I'm having it again tnight at aunt's house, but zomg it's too sweet for my liking!!! I just liked the crackers ^^ they symbolize gold, apparently. But most of them were like broken and chipped LOL. Still tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono what else la, the fish was supposed to symbolize Nian Nian You Yu...and the sesame seeds was er?? Prosperity was it? Then the cinammon and pepper was supposed to be Health or something, lol I have no idea. It's sad how traditions have been lost amongst the younger generations. I shall find out from Mummy some other time, but so far she doesn't seem to know what they mean neither. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was saying all those Chengyus but being a Chinese-language idiot, I was like saying in English lol. In the end I just wished good health. Mother and WK was saying here's to a better boyfriend for Dez in the future LOLL and Chee was just wishing prettiness to her baby. LOL DAMN FUNNY LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeooooow! I haven't been this rich so suddenly in years.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, and it's all mine to spend! &lt;br /&gt;I mean like ahya. I should probably save.&lt;br /&gt;Rgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing t spend on anw, ooh no wait shoes and a haircut. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GET MY RESULTS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY !@#$ING MONASH IS SO DAMN SLOW SOMETIMES I WANT TO KNOW IF THEY CAN EVER REACH 100 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHYAAAAAAAAA I'M DYINGGG TO KNOW. Dammit, I better get majority D's or I won't be in a happy mood for a long time. Slogged my feet off for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to know that you slogged and you know you can't be a HD student. Oh well. Such is the life of normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright off to aunt's place. &lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY peebs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-661262537876032765?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/661262537876032765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=661262537876032765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/661262537876032765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/661262537876032765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-gaaaaahzzzzz-i-put-on-1-kg-dances.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2991756295532634427</id><published>2008-02-06T01:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:12:42.089+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 72px"&gt;BURP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2991756295532634427?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2991756295532634427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2991756295532634427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2991756295532634427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2991756295532634427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/burp.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-1451607951622167799</id><published>2008-02-06T00:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:41:17.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma chambre a la forme d'une cage&lt;br /&gt;Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre&lt;br /&gt;Les chasseurs à ma porte&lt;br /&gt;Comme les p'tits soldats&lt;br /&gt;Qui veulent me prendre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas déjeuner&lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier&lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjà j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Un million de roses n'embaumerait pas autant&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages&lt;br /&gt;Me rend malade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas déjeuner&lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier&lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas fière de ça&lt;br /&gt;Vie qui veut me tuer&lt;br /&gt;C'est magnifique être sympathique&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne le connais jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler&lt;br /&gt;Non&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas déjeuner&lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier&lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas fière de ça&lt;br /&gt;Vie qui veut me tuer&lt;br /&gt;C'est magnifique être sympathique&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne le connais jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler&lt;br /&gt;Non&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas déjeuner&lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier&lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a cage&lt;br /&gt;The sun streams through the window,&lt;br /&gt;the bellhops are at my door&lt;br /&gt;like those little soldiers who want to take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lunch&lt;br /&gt;I only want to forget and so I smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I knew the smell of love,&lt;br /&gt;a million roses didn't smell as sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Now a single flower in my way makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not proud if this life that wants to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;It's magnificent to be sympatico&lt;br /&gt;but I have never known this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink Martini - Sympathique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was off Jac, it's a song I really really like :)&lt;br /&gt;She gave me lots of other french jazz songs that kickass too! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ripped music from the CD Marcus lent me. Nice folk guitar music :) and some weirdass-voiced man and another album called Passion, Grace and Fire. Good for doing art to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy I'm going to see Jac sooooon!!!! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the highest degree in NY is 0degs? I DONO. Shall google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle came over today. Her piano skills are surprisingly good o.O Sightreads quite well. We played some love songs LOL in honour of Valentine's Day, and went shopping at ArtFriend, where she bought some engraving stuff for her boyfriend. Hahaha tried to teach her that well-known duet that beginners always play on piano, that C, A, F, G thing with the right hand accompaniment. Failed. LOL. Hiyyy I want to make stuff also got nobody to make for -.- and by the time I come back to Sg on the 20th Feb, it's like, no Valentine's eh. I want to make stuff for my friendsssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!! ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I can't wait to start next semesterrrr :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Learning Maya and creating my own websites and learning typography (that sounds boring) and whoopee. And I don't have to get an SLR after all, hengalaosai. It's ony an elective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahya what am I ranting about? You guys also won't understand. Hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty draining lol I was like lost in so many of Singapore's shops, and they've like revamped the Orchard MRT station and I was like wth?? Ate at Coca's, and I accidentally made Michelle pay extra for a ticket. HAAA. Ooopth. Bought another canvas to paint on. I'm going to paint Johnny and his niece, the picture with balloons. :D Oh Johnny oh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Mich get a blog account. I think she's either going to post in Indo which I will partially understand, or not post at all. Haa. Gonna have reunion dinner tmr, and then dinner at WK's place, then another dinner at aunt's house. Phwooof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in my Journal for so long. I've been meaning to write in it, but somehow, I've just....how d'you put it...deteriorated in my English. Sheeeyat. Mich's mum reckons that coffee makes you stupid. My I.Q. must now be about 8. Yipes! I'm addicted to caffeine. AND NOBODY CAN DO A SHYT ABOUT IT, YAY!!!!!!!! Had another Vanilla Latte at Starbucks tday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today, I alone:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a stupid green Mickey top and felt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Bought cool earstuds and felt cheated. I'm always buying studs that make me look like a wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a necklace that looked like an Indian collaborated with a Hawaiian and made it.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a two-flavoured Soft 'N' Chewy Famous Amos cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Bought two 1 KG 3M hooks for my towels.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a canvas for painting.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a buffet lunch at Coca with Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Bought plasters for my chair-attacked hand.&lt;br /&gt;Bought half a year's worth of lenses.&lt;br /&gt;Bought $10 credit for my EZlink.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a spray bottle for keeping my acrylics wet.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Vanilla Latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally splurged the crap out of myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think....I finally managed to buy my sanity back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M REACHING BEING BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry guys. I don't usually do this. When I shop I go mad. Please don't bring me shopping often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-1451607951622167799?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1451607951622167799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=1451607951622167799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1451607951622167799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/1451607951622167799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/ma-chambre-la-forme-dune-cage-le-soleil.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-213699358168424646</id><published>2008-02-05T01:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:03:40.652+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to&lt;br /&gt;But I realised&lt;br /&gt;And then quite suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;I don't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-213699358168424646?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/213699358168424646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=213699358168424646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/213699358168424646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/213699358168424646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-used-to-but-i-realised-and-then-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-8978840720449034152</id><published>2008-01-29T19:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:52:14.588+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diego's trying to talk, and sit up :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's rolling now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to upload a video here, but meh, it failed and I cbf putting it up again because i'm GOING TO DO MY MAILBOX. It's due friday. Mad rush for my motion animation and final Digital Imaging folio today. Lost quite a lot of hair over this, I better get a fricking HD or D, or I will be in a bad mood for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of everything, it's not even funny. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A GETAWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I also need a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;I also need a good, meaningful hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand this influx of passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand the sudden lack of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand the concerned questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand, it just all doesn't seem to fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand why you're resisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand why you're scared to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand why I have to ask for your loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand why I have to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps you've been hurt badly before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps I have been too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's why we have to kiss our sores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And help me to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand what's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You never do as you say, and then you get annoyed when I ask you about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please try to think of others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-8978840720449034152?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8978840720449034152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=8978840720449034152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8978840720449034152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/8978840720449034152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/01/diegos-trying-to-talk-and-sit-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-4774603240285095316</id><published>2008-01-21T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:49:34.632+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AIEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoof. I realised I spelt berserk wrongly down there. Oopth. Weellll yay it's my last week of school. YAY. I'll be going back to Singapore soon. Yay. Michelle's coming to Singapore for 2 nights, haha that's new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be spending Valentine's Day in Melbourne! :( They have this "White Valentines" thing where like if the guy likes a girl, he'll give her something on Valentine's and if the girl likes him back, she'll give something back the month after. I've never heard of that one before o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be in New York on Valentine's ;) and :( oh well :| meeooww. I hope CNY's more fun than all the other years cos now there're new people in the family and etc blah. I WANT TO SEE MY NIECE WHEN SHE'S BORN!!!!!! I don't want to be cooped up in school :'( mannn Can't Wait For March To Comeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in school. Got theory lecture in about 15 mins. She's a weird exhibitionist of a teacher and loves to forget that "biased-ness" isn't supposed to exist in Monash. But every single school is guilty of it, so yeah. What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 12 weeks of drawings and 11 weeks of Drawing homework due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Photoshop Motion Animation final concept due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: School's out, but bloody online Health and Safety test due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Art &amp;amp; Design Theory Exam on 6 key images out of 60 key images.&lt;br /&gt;                 (ALSO WATCHING SWEENEY TODD xD xD xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Crash out at home. Possibly go to city and moon around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Dinner out w homestay family at 7&amp;amp;7's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Australia Day. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Motion Animation and 12 weeks folio of Digital Imaging due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Prepare folio for Basic Design Studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Finish letterbox model and concept booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Folio for Basic Design studio due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, whoever said that Australia is where people go because they're dumb and slack and cannot make it in Singapore, they are so deeply wronged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;Time for class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-4774603240285095316?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4774603240285095316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=4774603240285095316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4774603240285095316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/4774603240285095316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/01/aieeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6770388067455264695</id><published>2008-01-15T19:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:57:22.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING BESERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANT ME SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6770388067455264695?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6770388067455264695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6770388067455264695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6770388067455264695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6770388067455264695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2008/01/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-2942715404460384029</id><published>2007-12-30T01:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:50:19.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to survive another 10 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well technically 7 more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN MORE!&lt;br /&gt;I really really wish I could kill 7 days with one swing of my hand. Or whatever that phrase was. Oh, 7 at one go. Shiok. But I love my friends, so I don't want to as well. Oh well! I'll just wait and be happy w my friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Bestie tmr! :D&lt;br /&gt;Baking with Bre, Adel and Lya on Monday :D&lt;br /&gt;Lunch w Family on 1st :D&lt;br /&gt;Back to Melbourne on the 2nd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen the house at Sentosa Cove I'm going to be painting for.&lt;br /&gt;AUUUWWWEEEESSSSSOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENESS.&lt;br /&gt;I love my life, right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've definitely over-hated my life before, but right now I'm loving it :)&lt;br /&gt;I love Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;I love my FRIENDS IN SINGAPOREEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm having symptoms of flu -.- knnccb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My level of intellect and self-worth has definitely gone up. I definitely need Singapore once in a while, things are so much in a faster pace here and I actually have stimulating conversations. Yayyynessss. I HAVEN'T TALKED TO ERI IN THREE DAYS. This sucks. He's in Shanghai now and out of phone credit -.- Kanasaiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just SMSing is :(&lt;br /&gt;I want to talkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Take the Lead Soundtrack right now, dono what inspired me to actually go BUY it. I thought at least the dance songs on there would be really good cos I quite liked that show, but ahyaaaa. I might as well have spent the money on a Ratatouille DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whelp. Been pretty reflective these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I feel appreciated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time to pull back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-2942715404460384029?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2942715404460384029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=2942715404460384029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2942715404460384029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/2942715404460384029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-survived-15-days.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-7934180867070786531</id><published>2007-12-17T18:16:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:41:51.077+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE AHOY!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days, ohhhh I can't wait to see mah familyyyyy and friendsssssssssssssssssss gaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;This madness is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 4th Jan neither :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert Transformers Bumblebee: Baby come back!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping pattern has been so stuffed up, I don't really think the 4 hours difference is going to make much of a change in my...patterns. I'm feeling so guilty and upset with myself because all I have for the ones dear to me are cards. I....dono what to buy for them. Or make. Well I'll think and ask around...nobody seems to want anything from Aussie neither...so...whelp. What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten 5 handmade card requests alr, gonna be on a roll once my holidays officially start, which is WEDNESSDDDAYYY. Wednesday! Wednesday! I love you, Wednesday, you're only two days awayyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do Simon's foamcore model. And have to do intensive shopping at PS and Artfriend when I get back, the prices here are ABSOLUTELY INSAAANEEE. I feel damn broke. Well only because I'm being hard on myself. Y'know what, public transport prices are going up again. I REALLY DESPISE ELECTIONS. I despise politics too, every single time someone electes, public prices go up! It's NOT FAIR FOR INTERNATIONALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a monthly ticket for zone 1 + 2 is a bloody effing AUD 205.80. IT'S DAYLIGHT ROBBERY, I tell you. Prices increase with effect from Jan 1st, so me and Mich are going to cheat life and get 2 monthly tix before we go back. HAH. I wish Aussie would move forward and get to the EZ-link system, so nobody gets charged for days that they don't even go out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 12 bloody dayssssss since he's gone back and he's going to Shanghai to see his bro for xmas with the family. And we hardly have time to talk because of my work. :( That's one thing I hate about Art, just rather time-consuming leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Jan 4th Jan 4th Jan 4th JANNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;7th month Anniversary on New Year's Day, coooolish :D&lt;br /&gt;Ahya damnit, he'll be in Shanghai!!!!! :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;*grumble grouse complain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just SMS everyday but it sucks because I have so much to tell him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I should stop this misery on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like 6/10 of the blogs I read are filled with miserable people realising their miserable-ness and are starting to get back on their own two feet. I should do that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT'S SINGAPORE AHOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave me noww&lt;br /&gt;You've taken the biggest part of my life&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo oooo ooo ooooh Baby please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Dum da-dum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stuck on Grease songs and 70's or 80's songs for the past few weeks. They really lift your spirits man. Beatles and their hip nd cool helium voices. John Travolta and his smouldering dance moves. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got chills.&lt;br /&gt;They're multiplyin'.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losin' control.'&lt;br /&gt;Cause the power you're supplyin',&lt;br /&gt;it's electrifyin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You better shape up,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I need a man&lt;br /&gt;and my heart is set on you.&lt;br /&gt;You better shape up;&lt;br /&gt;you better understand&lt;br /&gt;to my heart I must be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I want (you are the one i want), o,o, oo, honey.&lt;br /&gt;The one that I want (you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.&lt;br /&gt;The one that I want (you are the one i want want), o,o, ooooo&lt;br /&gt;The one I need. Oh, yes indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're filled with affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're too shy to convey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meditate in my direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I better shape up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'cause you need a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need a man who can keep me satisfied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I better shape up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;if I'm gonna prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You better prove that my faith is justified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yes, I'm sure down deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I want (you are the one i want want), o, o, oo, honey.&lt;br /&gt;The one that I want (you are the one i want want), o,o,oo, honey.&lt;br /&gt;The one that I want (you are the one i want),o, o, oo&lt;br /&gt;The one I need. Oh, yes indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-7934180867070786531?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7934180867070786531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=7934180867070786531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7934180867070786531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/7934180867070786531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore-ahoy-d-weeee-d-5-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-6654969358606495104</id><published>2007-12-09T12:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:38:15.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at the pages of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faded memories of me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mistakes you know I've made a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took some shots and fell from time to time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you were there to pull me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been around the block a time or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna lay it on the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask me how we've come this far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The answer's written in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've lived, I've loved, I've lost, I've paid some dues, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've been to hell and back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through it all you're always my best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all the words I didn't say, and all the things I didn't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'm gonna find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can take this world away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're everything I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just read the lines upon my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna sleep tonight, dreamin's just a waste of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look at what my life's been comin' to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm all about lovin' you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is it a crime to want to hear your voice every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To never want to lose you from my sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is wanting only to give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Making you think I'm fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps I should stop wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps I should stop ranting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then the world would be perfect for you, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-6654969358606495104?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6654969358606495104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=6654969358606495104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6654969358606495104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/6654969358606495104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-at-pages-of-my-life-faded.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536347.post-5473456839468765480</id><published>2007-11-29T16:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:32:18.241+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ramblings of a quarter of my materialistic side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the Mac lab and feasting on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snakes Alive. &lt;/span&gt;Bloody being surrounded by 3000 bucks Macs makes me feel like having a Macbook Pro. &gt;.&lt;  I really SUPER WANT ONE ARGH. Or when I work in the future, I am so going to surround myself with Macs. They are un-userfriendly. yeah, but when you get to learning how to use them, you will LOVE THEM, I'm serious. It has so many more functions than a normal Windows XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEEEEEOOWOWWWWWOWOWOWOWOWWW I want a Mac complete with the latest versions of Maya, Photoshop, Illustrator, Garageband, Flash and Dreamweaver. YEEESSSSS. The idealistic mind at work :D:D:D:D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love illustrator!!! There's like so many fricking functions and it's so fricking exciting learning about how computers can do  so fricking much and how humans are so fricking smart to have the brain ability to evolve all these odd sorts from almost nothing. IT'S EXCITINGGGG. I love eet. I dono why but I prefer Illustrator to Photoshop; Photoshop confuses me and it's really hard to get the things that you want at a single shot. Yesss. EEEELLLUUUSSSTRATOR.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just handed in my Chess Pieces. :) Am really happy with it. I got a HD for my other Mandalas work, WOOPEERRSS, my 1st HD in a long time! And Phil (my teacher) is absolutely amazing. The amount of patience and gayness he possesses in him is outstanding. He does all these fairy-swirls hand movements and it's just so fascinating to hear him laugh a tinkling chuckle. He is a DAMN nice guy omg really really good teacher. Explains absolutely every single step you want him to, and will go back steps when people fall asleep and ask for a re-explanation. That guy needs a little more backbone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can attach my chess pieces here.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R05L6QGOwJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HvQsazD93c4/s1600-h/Chess-pieces.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R05L6QGOwJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HvQsazD93c4/s400/Chess-pieces.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138127689001910418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Hahahaa damn random la. Lol. A lot of people guessed the functions of my pieces wrongly, but who gives a damn. I took damn long to make that, so there. u_u The main objective was to create a Chess Themed Poster that included one word associated w Chess. I chose Gambit at 1st, but then I found out it had the same meaning as Stalemate and the latter happened to sound better. Hahaha like bread. Meep! Stalemate's when there's no more legal moves in the game, but neither of the players can checkmate each other, so it's a draw. Eri told me that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess pieces was half fun. Hahaha. Phil kept laughing at me because he guessed every single one of my pieces wrongly -.- Brad said the rook was too vulgar. Oh well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo lets see if I can put my Mandalas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R05M7wGOwKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_gzNLiECDGU/s1600-h/Mandalas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R05M7wGOwKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_gzNLiECDGU/s400/Mandalas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138128814283341986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! So, if you wanna know what I have been so busy about, there you go. Mandalas can be spiritual thingys like what you normally see n those astrology websites, if you've been going around. Hahaha. Whelp that's one of the 143560193874581376450187 assignments that I have. Which reminds me. Essay due monday *sobs* I have to borrow books by tmr! &lt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tmr I'm going to the beach too, this is awesome-ly rotten luck -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whelp gtg loggg offf now, nothing else to do on here so yeap. Meow. Bhai peebs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536347-5473456839468765480?l=doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5473456839468765480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536347&amp;postID=5473456839468765480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5473456839468765480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536347/posts/default/5473456839468765480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doggone-dezzie.blogspot.com/2007/11/ramblings-of-quarter-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>deppaholic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnHVZZurJog/SNZMHasJXDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/e4sFLwIq19A/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vnHVZZurJog/R05L6QGOwJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HvQsazD93c4/s72-c/Chess-pieces.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
