<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:43:55.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flick the Switch</title><subtitle type='html'>Turn off the light, and fear the nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-7118067719475866309</id><published>2008-05-30T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T03:26:04.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shedding my skin</title><content type='html'>New place! needed a change of scenery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lampshadehanging.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lampshadehanging.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-7118067719475866309?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7118067719475866309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=7118067719475866309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/7118067719475866309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/7118067719475866309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2008/05/shedding-my-skin.html' title='Shedding my skin'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-8016039108782727616</id><published>2008-01-01T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:03:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEK</title><content type='html'>BUG INFESTATION IN MY ROOM ARGHHHHHH! what a way to start the new year @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-8016039108782727616?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8016039108782727616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=8016039108782727616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8016039108782727616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8016039108782727616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2008/01/eeeek.html' title='EEEEK'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-8629920432920061682</id><published>2007-12-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:08:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*rolls*</title><content type='html'>I am in malaysia. XD midvalley is big. it's huge. and the penang food store food is gooood. char kway tiao.... *drools* lol more shopping tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;i have a sad feeling this is going to be the one and only post of.... a long long time. probably possibly forever. bah, who cares? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-8629920432920061682?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8629920432920061682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=8629920432920061682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8629920432920061682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8629920432920061682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/12/rolls.html' title='*rolls*'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-6070646658189019675</id><published>2007-10-16T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:44:41.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i saw something that made my happy day crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks. really, really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a git.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-6070646658189019675?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6070646658189019675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=6070646658189019675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/6070646658189019675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/6070646658189019675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-i-saw-something-that-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-6885004460557508322</id><published>2007-07-20T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:51:31.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-6885004460557508322?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6885004460557508322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=6885004460557508322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/6885004460557508322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/6885004460557508322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/07/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-3960300908187194686</id><published>2007-06-30T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:51:15.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy joy joy</title><content type='html'>riiiiiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD I WANT IT TO BE 2008 RIGHT NOW. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dante rocks so much with his cockiness *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DEVIL MAY CRY4, WHERE ART THOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. rabid fangirliness. and i still have me 'O's to go through. damn, i'm so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a backlog of work, and mrs chang isn't helping with piling us with more. MATH FOR A WHOLE DAY IT'S INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ergophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"king ericca tha nun" what the hell is this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-3960300908187194686?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3960300908187194686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=3960300908187194686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/3960300908187194686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/3960300908187194686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='happy happy joy joy'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-3914815102608706792</id><published>2007-06-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:30:58.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleargh</title><content type='html'>There were alot of things i wanted to blog about, from random &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; geezers i met on flag day to nice ladies who gave me $10 for flag day (only met one of them), from boring supplementaries to waking up as late as possible on a free day, from lazing around and doing nuts to staring at my homework for a total 0.5 nanoseconds then finding something more interesting. i wanted to blog about the greater meaning of life. i wanted to blog about in the little things i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to sound meaningful, and that i'm fully prepared for school. which &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow. i wanted to sound accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole Big Plan's at the bottom of the dustbin now, all crumpled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask me about homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go off somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"I excel in not giving a shit. Experience has told me that interest begets expectation, and expectation begets disappointment, so the key to &lt;em&gt;avoiding&lt;/em&gt; dissapointment is to avoid &lt;em&gt;interest&lt;/em&gt;." ~George, in Dead Like Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-3914815102608706792?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3914815102608706792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=3914815102608706792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/3914815102608706792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/3914815102608706792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/06/bleargh.html' title='Bleargh'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-2340349550501111385</id><published>2007-05-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:59:38.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OVERRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>i realised that ommie and i are going to get into the habit of deciding to watch a movie right of the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 1: after school-organised 3.6km run *coughwalkcough*&lt;br /&gt;me: hey, wanna catch a movie?&lt;br /&gt;ommie: ohkay, what?&lt;br /&gt;me: history boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and we went downtown to watch it cuz it only showed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 2: after exams (OMG IT'S OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR)&lt;br /&gt;me: free?&lt;br /&gt;ommie: yea, why?&lt;br /&gt;me: wanna catch a movie? spiderman3?&lt;br /&gt;ommie: lol ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and we went to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity mopy couldn't go, having a headache and all that. but there's heroes for her, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET TO WATCH HEROES TONIGHT YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i hate squeenix. just because they create the worst *coughshiniescoughhackcough* games ever. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohkay they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *pines for Crisis Core game*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;an emo!spidey. omg i almost died of laughter. and the way harry got amnesia? PRICELESS. watch spiderman3, if only for hilarity. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-2340349550501111385?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2340349550501111385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=2340349550501111385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/2340349550501111385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/2340349550501111385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-overrrrrrr.html' title='IT&apos;S OVERRRRRRR'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-4800286651118359680</id><published>2007-05-15T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:04:44.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of... Jack?</title><content type='html'>I am here to gloat at my sister. EXAMS ARE OVER TOMORROW. HAHA. HA. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let's ignore the fact that i screwed up more than 50% ohkay? DAMN I GOT CHEATED BY THE TEACHERS. THEY SHOULD WALK THE PLANK. all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, since it's almost over, i don't have to think about tests for a while! and i can go shopping! and... i can go CCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*pauses* i didn't just say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's movies! there's Shrek3! there's spiderman3 the-guy-who-mopes-and-emo-and-has-almost-the-same-expression-all-the-time! there's Next, featuring the guy-who-stared-in-too-many-movies! there's Pirates of the Caribbean: At world's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAT AR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i was watching the trailer, and i couldn't help but LAUGH, because... OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a short drum sound. the sun sets, and a ship sails across smooth waters (Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirates' life for me)&lt;br /&gt;-the disney logo appears. HOW ANTI-CLIMAX. but it belongs to the mouse, so. and herry bruckheimer films (which i can hardly tell apart from raintree productions. actually, i think i can) logo.&lt;br /&gt;-a compass spins round, and round and round, before being snapped shut. to the tune of a bell.&lt;br /&gt;-features a bit of the cast, elizabeth swann, will turner, tia dalma, hector barbossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tia: what would you do; what would any of you be willing to do (shows the ship in icy oceans,) would you brave the weird (a cold elizabeth and a map reading barbossa) and haunted(icy oceans) shores at worlds end (ship nears a waterfall in the middle of the ocean) to fetch back (shows an unhappy, and mainly grounded in the desert jack) witty jack?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: HELL NO NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;Tia: ohkay. no more plot. will, you can't marry elizabeth now.&lt;br /&gt;will: WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR? YOU DON'T GO, I'LL BURN THE RUM.&lt;br /&gt;everyone: TO JACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: did no one come to save me just because they missed me?&lt;br /&gt;everyone: looks around. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the rum's more important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-monkey jack raises hand.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: *face palm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON MAY 25TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbossa: there was a time, when a pirate was free to make his own way in the world. (ships sailing at night, a jack stares from a high point to the sea)&lt;br /&gt;Jack: I LOVE THE SEA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;barbossa: ohkay, let's high tail it out of here.&lt;br /&gt;everybody: AYE AYE. let's be bandits. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or robin hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-everybody gives melodramatic stares.&lt;br /&gt;jack: you look constipated.&lt;br /&gt;will: at least it isn't "a mask of noble pining".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cannon balls blasts people off the ship.&lt;br /&gt;randomchapA: FOR HONOUR.&lt;br /&gt;randomchapB: FOR GLORY.&lt;br /&gt;randomchapC: FOR RUMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack: why should i sail with any of you? 4 of you tried to kill me; one of you succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;-everyone looks at elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: what? the rest just slapped him, i had to DO something.&lt;br /&gt;tia: can i kill you too then, jack?&lt;br /&gt;jack: save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shows the enemies davy jones, james norrington, cutler beckett. (voice in background: our enemies are united, out to destroy us. we should create a union and bankcrupt them. the pirate lords -cue pirate lords- from the four corners of the earth must stand together!)&lt;br /&gt;will: they all speak different languages.&lt;br /&gt;barbossa: all understand the word of rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sao Feng: Welcome to Singapore. please ignore the fact that this area is supposed to be filled with malay pirates, not chinese, and that i look like emperor Ming from Flash Gordon (which i've never seen before). Singapore's a fine city. you litter, you pay me $500.&lt;br /&gt;jack: but we're pirateeeeeesssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Sao feng: And don't even THINK about smoking.&lt;br /&gt;jack: ...where's the merlion?&lt;br /&gt;sao feng: we ate it last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbossa: there's not been a gathering like this in our life time.&lt;br /&gt;-the jolly roger is hoisted&lt;br /&gt;jack: and i owe all of them money. (and i didn't even make this up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALTZ DISNEY PICTURES PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cue super dramatic music.&lt;br /&gt;jack: what's with all this orchestra and choir thing? where's the rum? in fact, the theme song should be about rum!&lt;br /&gt;barbossa: *points to an emo-ing will who gives the perfect *hero* emo look complete with noble agony and floaty hair*&lt;br /&gt;jack: oh i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: it wouldn't have worked out between us.&lt;br /&gt;jack: yea well; you're not my type.&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "NOT MY TYPE".&lt;br /&gt;jack: see? keep telling yourself that, darling.&lt;br /&gt;tia: i pity you will.&lt;br /&gt;will: actually, it doesn't matter. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's this pretty thing back in tortuga. her name's mary-sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tia: OH GOD. JACK, ELIZABETH? WILL'S UNDER ANOTHER BAD FAN-FICTION SPELL.&lt;br /&gt;(mary-sue's the name given to original characters in bad fan-fiction where they look absolutely stunning, is the long lost sister of some famous person, is the only best child-hood friend of the character she falls in love with, has the best skills ever, can cure with a flick of her wrists, never gets dirty, has the most mysterious past, and makes any male character fall in love with her in 0.5 mili-seconds flat, causing rivalry even if they never knew each other. u get the idea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more fighting and things going boom. everyone continues to practice their melodramatic stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beckett(i think): they know they face extinction.&lt;br /&gt;will: NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;jack: oh bugger. cheesy lines 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-even more melodramatic stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beckett: all that remains is where they make their final stand.&lt;br /&gt;barbossa: HAHAHAHAHA. *spins ship and bombs the other ship while in a whirlpool WTF.*&lt;br /&gt;jack: I'M GONNA DIEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM PRODUCER JERRY BRUCKHEIMR&lt;br /&gt;AND DIRECTOR GORE VERBINSKI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will: you know, with you supposedly on enemy lines, and the fact that i never knew you were alive or a pirate, they could have actually done the whole star wars "i am your father" thing.&lt;br /&gt;bootstrap bill: actually, i'm your uncle.&lt;br /&gt;will:...&lt;br /&gt;bootstrap bill: my brother died in an oliphunt attack, so i decided to take care of you. we still have the same blood.&lt;br /&gt;will:...&lt;br /&gt;bootstrap bill: he has elvish blood, and strangely his surname is Bloom. he wanted to call you legolas.&lt;br /&gt;will: *curses in elvish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a ship sailing in sand, swords being thrown down to jack and elizabeth to aid them, flying, fighting, swinging, and don't forget the rum.&lt;br /&gt;-will and elizabeth kiss in the midst of fighting, creating an All Love Shalt Conquer All beam and eradicating the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;jack: wow, if it weren't for my eyes, i'd tell you to do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will: will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: i don't think that was the best time!&lt;br /&gt;will: what? you don't like swords? *woeful eyes*&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: actually, i was think of a PEACEFUL hill, a bit of wind, flowers, ring?&lt;br /&gt;will: THAT'S A CLICHE! I HATE CLICHES!&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth:..will?&lt;br /&gt;will: EVER SINCE I WAS BORN MY LIFE'S BEEN A CLICHE!&lt;br /&gt;jack: well, now... *patpat*&lt;br /&gt;will: *clings to jack and cries* I'M SICK OF BEING A CLICHE!&lt;br /&gt;tia: is he always that bad?&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jack and davy jones fight on the bow(?) of the ship&lt;br /&gt;will: they are so... gay.&lt;br /&gt;barbossa:...ergh. huh?&lt;br /&gt;will: i mean, they clash their swords in tune to the music. davy jones keeps chasing jack. jack tried to steal his heart, for pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;barbossa: i don't think they meant it that way.&lt;br /&gt;will: yes, i suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY DEPP, ORLANDO BLOOM, KEIRA KNIGHTLEY, WITH CHOU YUN-FAT AND GEOFFREY RUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norrington: you're mad.&lt;br /&gt;jack: if i wasn't, this would probably never work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more melodrama, walking, swinging, fighting, water spraying.&lt;br /&gt;jack: i swear i'm getting better at walking straight.&lt;br /&gt;will: and keeping that "noble pining for sea" face in the oh-bleep factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD'S END&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; where's the rum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;*get's stoned* you know what? &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/"&gt;http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-4800286651118359680?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4800286651118359680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=4800286651118359680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/4800286651118359680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/4800286651118359680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/05/yo-ho-ho-and-bottle-of-jack.html' title='Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of... Jack?'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-6960550906515426543</id><published>2007-05-08T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:49:28.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment= F x d</title><content type='html'>This is me slacking. This is me not studying. This is me procrastinating. This is me trying my darnest not to start revising. This is me whining. This is me staring longingly at my bed. This is me ignoring the stack of Physics worksheets i'm supposed to, but not going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me dying for tomorrow's exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay! i've managed to scare myself into revising now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happens if you're floating in a stationary car, and all of a sudden the car speeds up very very quickly. maybe you'd fly and smack the back window?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-6960550906515426543?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6960550906515426543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=6960550906515426543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/6960550906515426543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/6960550906515426543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/05/moment-f-x-d.html' title='Moment= F x d'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-8335290445965259787</id><published>2007-05-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:11:03.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going to need a WTF label. really.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to find my blog traumatising; as in the omg-those-bunny-thingies-shaking-back-and-forth-are-&lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt; things on the top of the blog. THEY JUST STARE AT YOU AND DO NOTHING BUT SWAY AROUND. and sway. and sway. and sway, and i think i'm going to get freaked out by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, and my brother is in a fit of hilarity over the HORRORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;mum:*lightly taps my cheek* :D&lt;br /&gt;me: MA?! YOU JUST SLAPPED ME.&lt;br /&gt;mum: :D:D but you are so cute~&lt;br /&gt;me: THAT'S NOT A GOOD REASON. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: want me to slap you again and come up with another?&lt;br /&gt;me: no thank you. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;me: ...couldn't you come up with another reason and not smack me?&lt;br /&gt;mum: i need inspiration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-8335290445965259787?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8335290445965259787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=8335290445965259787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8335290445965259787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8335290445965259787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-going-to-need-wtf-label-really.html' title='i&apos;m going to need a WTF label. really.'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-588301671787609736</id><published>2007-05-05T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T19:13:57.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world...?</title><content type='html'>I've just discoverd ms lee min ying likes nine inch nails, apparantly. from her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*brain tries to process*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. not that that is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... minying, do you have any of their older albums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Flying, vince, corpses are just so tacky"~sick and dying Yuffie to Vincent, in her trying to get him to let her go and plummet to her death, Sunshine in Winter by Guardian1, a FFVII fanfic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-588301671787609736?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/588301671787609736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=588301671787609736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/588301671787609736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/588301671787609736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world...?'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-4256382697047896790</id><published>2007-05-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:58:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRABBITY!</title><content type='html'>ARGH I'M SO DEAD FOR MY CHINESE MID-YEAR SOMEONE SHOOT ME NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fine, so i don't want to be shot at.&lt;br /&gt;...or at least seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but still, the main idea gets across right? right. so i don't need to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! i saw THIS: &lt;a href="http://www.square-enix.co.jp/ccff7/"&gt;http://www.square-enix.co.jp/ccff7/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long have i been raving over Crisis Core already? darn i so want to play it, who cares if the story line and/or gameplay totally sucks! it's just &lt;em&gt;shiny!&lt;/em&gt; :D:D:D:D:D SEE THE TRAILER; IT'S UNDER THE PV SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses in the middle of still-ongoing-since-afternoon squee* ...why does Sephiroth make fighting two incredibly strong opponents look terribly easy? ...oh yea. it's Sephiroth. *continues to squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to follow up, i found this in one lj; this user ciceqi pimped this song, and...&lt;br /&gt;"It's almost insane, the way you've infected my brain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it's by the scala and kolacny brothers, named ONE-WINGED ANGEL.&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;*rolls on the ground with laughter cuz yea, it's so trueeeeeeeeeeee*&lt;br /&gt;I need a blog which plays this music and name it "Sephiroth ate my brain! XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...man, i need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;Angeal: I've nominated you for First class.&lt;br /&gt;Zack: EHH?! ANGEAL! I LOVE YOU ANGEA- *glomps/hugs Angeal*&lt;br /&gt;Angeal: =_=^ *shoves Zack away*&lt;br /&gt;Zack: ACK.&lt;br /&gt;~Conversation between Zack and Angeal, Crisis Core. Angeal should be Zack's mentor. He has the buster sword which later belonged to Zack which later belonged to Cloud. =_= lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-4256382697047896790?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4256382697047896790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=4256382697047896790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/4256382697047896790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/4256382697047896790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/05/grabbity.html' title='GRABBITY!'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-752097748760472223</id><published>2007-05-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:34:36.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparrrrrtaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>This morning during tuition, i had the strange urge to reply to a fellow classmate's rather funny (and dumb-- i think he does this on purpose) question this sentence: THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *attempts to throw him out of the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is Ommie's fault. and this too: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/m15m/14864.html"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/m15m/14864.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's highly amusing, or at least it is for me. there's harry potter and v for vendetta parodies too! *cackles at teh crack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying outside today proved rather good, though i focused more on my e math. I DETEST social studies. hatehatehate. i wish i could er... burn it? maybe i should become a pyromaniac; it'd probably finally give me enough guts to blow the school up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, knowing myself, i'd never achieve all this, being too much of a law abiding, moral person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the mid-year exams are coming up. ...so what on earth am i doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"The head wants to turn, to avert both its eyes, but the mind wants to learn of some truth that might be inside reported crimes. So they found a lieutenant who killed a village of kids. After finishing off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that’s what he did." ~The War Criminal Rises and Speaks, Okkervil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-752097748760472223?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/752097748760472223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=752097748760472223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/752097748760472223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/752097748760472223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/05/sparrrrrtaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Sparrrrrtaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-624812664245383094</id><published>2007-04-28T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:40:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When one gets... insane</title><content type='html'>i've seen a few lj users getting hyped up over this movie, The Golden Compass, that is coming out at the end of the year. Maybe i shall go and read the book, because they made it sound interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being the naturally curious person i am, i went to the official webbie, and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=45347"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goldencompassmovie.com/goldenCompass_blog.swf?id=45347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" menu="false" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can actually change it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first try was a @#*$(&amp;amp;# ladybird. don't ask me why. then i got a raven, except i lost it. =_= and it's name was gabriel too... T_T after that i got a cat, except it's name was... er not nice. Then i got a monkey. whose name was Tarquin. I DON'T WANT A MONKEY NAMED AFTER A RAPIST WTF. so finally i got this. except it's likely to change. please don't let it be a bug? or a spider? or a MONKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, i am not right in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;(Aeron's a nice name)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-624812664245383094?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/624812664245383094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=624812664245383094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/624812664245383094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/624812664245383094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-one-gets-insane.html' title='When one gets... insane'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-8139528953087118623</id><published>2007-04-26T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:21:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memes</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2B750FCD.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3024A0D7.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5C7BD10.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-12C89994.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_75EB3440.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_72CA9053.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7BEA515F.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2A59BF66.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5562BF4.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_15E9FB92.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;amp;lovelabel=HOME SOUL&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=648480-467e&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3" bgcolor="#000000" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=648480-467e&amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule of the game: each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own 10 weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I ate a bowl of cucumber once when i was young. My ma sliced almost a whole cucumber up, and put it in a bowl. Being the cucumber-lover then, i grabbed the bowl and started chomping on the slices. then sis came along and started 'helping' me, resulting in:&lt;br /&gt;sis:*feeds*&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks at almost empty bowl*.... cheeeeee i'm fuullll X_x&lt;br /&gt;sis: oh? *feeds more*&lt;br /&gt;me: T_T *chomps*&lt;br /&gt;strange enough, i didn't get sick of cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I did get sick of wangwang's xiao man tou after eating it non-stop. could never touch the stuff again. almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I used to be called miaomiao by a now deceased aunt (she was only 20 odd then) [no, no one is ALLOWED to call me that T_T]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My lion king plastic toy was the bad guy to all my soft toys. it's funny now that i think of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I once crashed into a dustbin while learning how to cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I get lost multiple times just because i get too distracted by some random thing and my family unknowingly walks off. thank goodness they never go too far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I have a big plan to breed a hutch of plot bunnies and capture muses for stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I have a thing for main character angst, and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I once loved the song "my heart will go on" (titanic theme song) so much i would play it over and over. my sis, after hearing it for the nth time, threatened to break the CD if she ever heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGS:&lt;br /&gt;-minying&lt;br /&gt;-dawn&lt;br /&gt;-canida&lt;br /&gt;-Jinghong (if anyone of them are actually reading)&lt;br /&gt;-valentina&lt;br /&gt;-any random person reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;It's not Fair! &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53306581/?q=by%3Amangaloca&amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53306581/?q=by%3Amangaloca&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-8139528953087118623?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8139528953087118623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=8139528953087118623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8139528953087118623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8139528953087118623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/04/memes.html' title='Memes'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-5999132831929252542</id><published>2007-04-26T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:30:28.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARPY BERFDAH TWU</title><content type='html'>First things first. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MABEL AND SIIAN (whom i should have gotten a doughnut as a birthday present instead of brownies). It's a double score for the darn councillor-- a supposedly significant birthday(sixteen always is) and a *#&amp;% gold with honours for dance SYF. I'm jealous. Mabel, on the other hand, faces exams and a rehersal. hurhurhurhur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our compo midyear exams today, and i dare say it should be almost a norm that the characters we come up with die by the end of the essay. It's... a requirement, almost. And i do wonder how many of these emo compos the old geezers will have to mark; what would they feel when reading these depressing stories? enough to jump off a building? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my evilness knows no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in i-don't-know-how-long, i'm finally home before 5pm. now that there's no more practice, i feel... free. hopefully i won't feel empty. well, this coming from a person who almost cried when playing the SYF songs for the last time (and boy was that totally emotional)...&lt;br /&gt;HAH. i'll be fineeeeeee... after the midyears. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, what don’t you like here? Tell me and I’ll—I’ll fix it, Cloud.” Anything.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, guess I’ve let this go on longer than decent.” He let out a sigh. He rubbed the back of his head until the hair bristled. “See, well, I—” He winced. “Tifa?”&lt;br /&gt;Her hands were clasped, her shoulders hitching up in girlish anticipation. “Yeah?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m completely gay, is the thing.”&lt;br /&gt;Two fists shot up. Her mouth fell open. “You what?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ever since I put on that dress—”&lt;br /&gt;“No, no, no.”&lt;br /&gt;“All of these desires in me, springing to the fore. And dancing—so gayly.”&lt;br /&gt;“There’s just no way. See, I’d’ve noticed something so, so—”&lt;br /&gt;“I fought so hard. I found I couldn’t control my pinkie, no matter what I did. It was like it knew before I did, the way it kept turning up all the time.”&lt;br /&gt;“Confused, is all, and I’m sure you’ll realize you’re mistaken, and—”&lt;br /&gt;He tucked his chin behind his collar, not before she caught the flash of a forming grin.&lt;br /&gt;She brought her fist down like a gavel on the mattress. “Not funny!”&lt;br /&gt;The dusty wheezes coming out of him burst into whooping-for-breath laughter.&lt;br /&gt;She boxed him in the upper arm. Hard. “You little creep.”&lt;br /&gt;He was rolling.&lt;br /&gt;~Cloud and Tifa, in God Among the Specimens, a FFVII fanfic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-5999132831929252542?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5999132831929252542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=5999132831929252542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/5999132831929252542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/5999132831929252542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/04/harpy-berfdah-twu.html' title='HARPY BERFDAH TWU'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-5636029367126948290</id><published>2007-04-25T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:59:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Youth Festival Central Judging 2007: Guzheng</title><content type='html'>GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAT AR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll do the meme another day; i'm gonna crash already. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll use our yan shen(eyes) to sha (kill) na xie judges!"~ One of the performers in Guzheng for SYF, in regards to one particular part in sanliu(36) where we slam the guzheng while looking up. (i think it makes first time listeners go O_O!! ...XD), to get a Gold medal. I think it was Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-5636029367126948290?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5636029367126948290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=5636029367126948290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/5636029367126948290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/5636029367126948290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/04/singapore-youth-festival-central.html' title='Singapore Youth Festival Central Judging 2007: Guzheng'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-8306924421626994611</id><published>2007-03-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:27:09.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>This blog has died! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i still can't bring myself to blog about anything. not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why or i'll bite your fingers. er metaphoric ones anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is utterly worthless and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;Professer: I believe the lagoon is rife with savory crustaceans.&lt;br /&gt;Gilligan: Yeah, and it has alot of good shellfish too.&lt;br /&gt;Professer: Perhaps we should employ our seafood procurement apparatus to obtain the basis for our evening repast.&lt;br /&gt;Gilligan: Yeah, and maybe we should go fishing for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;~Gilligan's island; excerpt taken from "The Pen Commandments", on word wastage, as in using way to many complex words and thus making you look half insane and pompous to boot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-8306924421626994611?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8306924421626994611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=8306924421626994611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8306924421626994611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/8306924421626994611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/03/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-117094444979899269</id><published>2007-02-08T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:20:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G is for</title><content type='html'>Darn. O levels... chinese... *does an amazing impression of a headless duck* will someone please bring a gun to school so i can blow my brains out? a shotgun, revolver, rifle... wait. rifles don't exactly make good suicide items, do they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i can kill myself with a pink trout :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm supposedly supposed to study for social studies. this is me currently not studying. this is me failing. This is me having to many things to do, having no time and still slacking. figures. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have recently discovered a new god. BEHOLD THE SHOW THAT IS HEROES! airing on starworld every wednesday at 2100hrs, it involves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's bad enough i fangirl over FFVII, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, attempting to do something constructive now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;After a news article on goats:&lt;br /&gt;Mum: i know what you can write for your essay! See billy goat. See billy goat run to-&lt;br /&gt;Me: A billy goat. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scientist have discoverd goats too are gay. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-117094444979899269?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/117094444979899269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=117094444979899269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/117094444979899269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/117094444979899269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/02/g-is-for.html' title='G is for'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116928551405301959</id><published>2007-01-20T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:31:54.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phooey</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just kidding LOL". XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, Dan, Oni, Kenjo, Ommie, Gabriel and his girlfriend, Sis and I all celebrated Osaka's birthday. With his mum's drool-worthy-true-love shabu-shabu *salavates at thought* All the while cracking lame and not-lame jokes. At ten, some of us when to try and scare ourselves with Supernatural. Fun, i tell you, pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osaka pratically went into shock when we gave him his present: an electric guitar. XD now he has to play or die. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with guitars yet again. TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went home very late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now i have tons of work to do. I HATE. hatehatehatehatehate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"It's the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend"~ The Song that Never Ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116928551405301959?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116928551405301959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116928551405301959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116928551405301959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116928551405301959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/01/phooey.html' title='phooey'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116851736688899043</id><published>2007-01-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:09:26.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whinemology</title><content type='html'>[A certain dumb education institution] is real wonderful. I love [said institution] so much i can't wait to [action which involves legs and pain] it goodbye. [specific )*&amp;@#$ personnel A] and [specific )*&amp;@#$ personnel B] and probably alot of [specific )*&amp;@#$ personnel] make [aforementioned institution] real [place you go to after you die if you've been bad], and i tell you, the [rule no.XXX about attire] gets on my nerves, mainly because it's so darn [censored due to extreme profanity] and then the [rule no.XXX about something that grows out of your head] is just plain old fashion. It makes you wonder if [specific )*&amp;@#$ personnel A] was brought up among dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you get any of that? fill in the [ ] boxes with whatever you want. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE, no one can sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the part above was nothing but something i made up because i don't really have much to blog about. but i am anyway, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realised (over and over again) the saddening lack of money. All gone to presents, stationary, food, school-realated-stupid-stuff, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et-cetera. cetera. cetra. ex-cetra. dead cetra. Aeris. cool. (Out Of Point, and i'm so far gone it ain't no funny matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i'll stop wasting space and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"The dust has only just begun to form,  crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling."~ Hide and Seek, Imogen Heap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116851736688899043?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116851736688899043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116851736688899043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116851736688899043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116851736688899043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/01/whinemology.html' title='whinemology'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116807313016249355</id><published>2007-01-06T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:45:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urghrmphftt</title><content type='html'>I realised my blog absolutely reeks of fangirlism and geekism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...School started. I feel like i want to burn it down again already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And did i tell you how much i love motivational posters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, wanna play hangman? I thought up a bunch of new words you'll never get. This is because I made them up." ~Yufffie to Vincent, But That Was In Another Country, by Guardian1, KH/FFVII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116807313016249355?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116807313016249355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116807313016249355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116807313016249355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116807313016249355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/01/urghrmphftt.html' title='Urghrmphftt'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116764680001201126</id><published>2007-01-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:20:00.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings? ha.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2007 HATH COMETH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna run from time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a tiny jolt every time i hear anything that has to do with my age now, and i'm not to sure why. All these years, i've been like "OOOO i'm a year older yay!", but now, i feel... i don't feel like i'm going to be that age. =_= all these years, the egoistical me has been saying, "oh well, i'm just mature, so it doesn't matter" but now that i know better, that i am in no way mature, i have no idea what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just stop thinking about it. XD go be a kid- it's more fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although being a kid does not mean immaturity, which is different from paying taxes, and being an adult does not necessarily mean being not childish and stupid. and i just didn't make sense. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and mopy and ommie darlings, more mood swinging in the year ahead. just so you're warned. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"'Hollywood hills and suburban thrills hey you, who are you kidding? I'm not like them, I won't buy in."~ Slow Down, The Academy Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116764680001201126?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116764680001201126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116764680001201126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116764680001201126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116764680001201126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-beginnings-ha.html' title='new beginnings? ha.'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116746946510340614</id><published>2006-12-30T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:04:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an addiction. Sue me.</title><content type='html'>I am becoming overly obsessed with Final Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you didn't see that one coming. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: IT IS INCONSEQUENTIAL TO READ THE BELOW DUE TO EXCESSIVE FANGIRLISM IN SAID TEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only with FFVII, oh no, but also with FFXII. =_= and squeenix dares call it the Ivalice Alliance. *shoots Squeenix*. Like the "Compilation of FFVII", which spans from Before Crisis, Crisis Core, Last Order, FFVII, Advent Children, Dirge of Cerberus, DoC- Lost Episode and some be damned snow boarding game (=_=) [Note: they are arranged in a rough order; a time line, except for BC and CC taking place around the same time, DoC and DoC- lost ep same time and the snow boarding thing in some random time (unless it's FFVII verse)], the "Ivalice Alliance" is what it's name implies: games that background are in that world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it seems that NOT only does it include FFXII and FFTatics (or maybe AKA FFT: The Lion War), but also FFTAdvance, FFTA2: The Sealed Grimoire and FFXII: Revenant Wings. Vagrant Story seems to be part of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games i haven't played yet: ... ALL OF FFVII except for watching AC and Last Order. BC or DoC-Lost Ep can't be played cuz i'm no Japanese (stupid phones) the snowboard can go and be buried. ALL OF Ivalice Alliance hasn't been played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense a busy gaming time. =D ...damn the O's, while i'm at resisting the call of Le Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: FANGIRLISM ENDS HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect you to read all that. If you did, you get a net cookie. Kudos. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! i shall mug/attempt to not slack from next year onwards! Only then will i be able to achieve the goal of... playing every darn game i deem fun. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how this happens at the end of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and sulk now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;I found out the power of "..." and "!" and "@(*&amp;#". It's just nicer in stories and games or anything that isn't a real conversation. E.g:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seph: "PWNAGE!" *stabbity stabs*&lt;br /&gt;Cloud: "!"&lt;br /&gt;Cid: "#*)$&amp;#!"&lt;br /&gt;Random person: "...?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "..." (=_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *raves about P!ATD*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "dot. dot. dot."&lt;br /&gt;Mabel: "On you face!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "oh bleep lah." (can't say hex,astriek,closebracket,dollarsign,and,hex,exclamationmark can i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dramatic effect is so different. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116746946510340614?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116746946510340614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116746946510340614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116746946510340614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116746946510340614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-addiction-sue-me.html' title='I have an addiction. Sue me.'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116702848088385723</id><published>2006-12-25T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:07:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jingle bells, mako smells, hojo's in the lab~</title><content type='html'>I wish you a merry christmas, i wish you a merry christmas, i wish you a merry christmas, and a happy new year~ *sings out of tune*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so i'm having a very... white christmas. yes, i know it isn't snowing here (how i wish it would though, think of all the clogged up traffic! *evil smirk*). i just had soup just now that was all white, my background screen is white, the mouse is white, the floor of my house is white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*has an additional bullet hole now for being lame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night at like 2 am in the morning, i saw.... dumdumdum.... CRISIS CORE!! squeeeeeeeee! no it wasn't the trailer; it was magazine scans! ZACK IS CUTE!!!!!!!!!! cloud and seph too, of course. =P CRISISCORECRISISCORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.crisis-core.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dare you tell me it isn't true. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Turk offices twenty years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hojo had them cornered. "You can't escape me now! Give me the child!" He took baby Sephiroth from Lucretia, shoved her out of the way and sidled up to Vincent. "Hey, cutie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent screamed, ran to Shinra mansion, and locked himself in a coffin." ~This Army Life, by Nicolle, a FFVII fanfic. till now, i still love this crack, even more so that before. XD *falls of chair rolling*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116702848088385723?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116702848088385723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116702848088385723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116702848088385723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116702848088385723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/12/jingle-bells-mako-smells-hojos-in-lab.html' title='jingle bells, mako smells, hojo&apos;s in the lab~'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116688515497982084</id><published>2006-12-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:45:54.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macer macy mac mac</title><content type='html'>It's New! It's Sleek! It's White all over! It's Posh! It's Cool! It's drool worthy! It's a total heart throb! It's a high-tech piece of art where everything's inbuilt into one screen! It's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i love you computer... i CAN'T download ANYTHING. well, almost, but you get the point. No Winrar. No Mp3 if i'm not mistaken. No right click. No start button (but the dock is cool, and the mouse is cute and that makes up for it). No games. i have to get used to the OS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...verdict:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a computer. *hearts* (ohkay, that was pathetic. i dare you try to live without one) I like it. i love it. EXCEPT for that darn ITSY-BITSY problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. not so itsy-bitsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i get what i get. and so... *banishes all thought of negative feelings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHEEEEEEEE I GOT A MAC~~~~~ *ignores self-producing complaints cause hey, nothing in the world is perfect!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerscheerscheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hearts the computer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*pauses* ... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I've got a Mac"&lt;br /&gt;Mopy: "F U"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Love you too~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116688515497982084?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116688515497982084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116688515497982084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116688515497982084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116688515497982084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/12/macer-macy-mac-mac.html' title='Macer macy mac mac'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116669032431477594</id><published>2006-12-21T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:38:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainfarts</title><content type='html'>BUH. i've been trying and trying to bring myself to blog, but to no avail. (doesn't help that my com's STILL busted. DX ) so when i finally do, i have TONS to blog about. but that'd be a bore. as per usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooooooooo..... i'd have to keep it SHORT and simple. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up! CHINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or beijing and xi'an and chengde, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole giga-mega family ran around in winter, where it's SO cold, your toes stick together, your ears are about to freeze off and you basically look like a penguin-wannabe. and it was only around 0 degrees... i blame the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, from.... grandma's birthday dinner to the summer palace to the great wall, tian an men and the autumn palace, valley of the emperors china style, terra-cotta warriors aaaand more, we had a blast. inclusive of singing kiddy songs on the bus. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the SIGNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (telling you not to pluck the plants) the favour of your attention. please do not pull down and break off&lt;br /&gt;2. (toilet) visitor takes a rest place here&lt;br /&gt;3. britey spears, project runwy, andy liew&lt;br /&gt;4. Qin wind, Qin smelody, Qin culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i assure you, they are as i have seen them. *is highly amused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ate about 14 ducks total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i'd rant more... but there's more i have to do (mabel's meme which i HAVEN'T done *coughcough)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back, there was this EOY COSPLAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boreboreboreborebore OOOO elizabeth from gintama! borebore whee DAN!NEAR (i keep wanting to type Nelo. stupid DMC4) himi!Pence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yea, that sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now mabel's meme. (i'm fitting alot here aren't i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when was the last time u received a present?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, around a week back? we got china olympic mascot dolls from a colleuge of .... erm someone. all 5 of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What time is it now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:15 pm. what type of qn is this? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are u planning to go tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie with ommie, weite and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About how many books u read per month?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time it was like 5 per month. now? zilch. unless you count online stories. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your msn nickname now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert witty and funny line here). i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sms/call someone daily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...depending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have another blog that only some of your friends know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are u feeling now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PS2 doesn't love me anymore! T_T er, off topic. fine, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many people are living in your house now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your msn display picture for now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really want to know? *evil laugh* skip this if you are young and innocent, and don't say i didn't warn you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pic of Reno in aboslutely nothing other than a leaf covering his *ahem* jumping in the air with hands clapped together over his head, while Tseng goes (=_=#) and Elena is going ('.') ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than your own country, which other countries you went before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i live right? er, malaysia, indonesia, china, germany, italy, switzerland, USA, England, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you intend to do for the next holiday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you usually sleep in the morning, or either at night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning. at like midnight onward. *cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you feel when u received your previous exam's results?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, EWWW. *headeskheadesk*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose your favourite drinks among Peach Tea, Mango Tea, Apple Tea &amp; Green Tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you currently thinking of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, this post is getting ridiculously long... i lub chocobos..."I believe in the thing called love/ just listen to the rhtymn of the heart"~the darkness... me have birdbrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a computer of your own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day... someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have at least 100 books in your whole house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has to be, even without counting my manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you enjoy all your holidays?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I DO! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like your current CCA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna answer that. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i get stoned at, i'd better run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;HAS ANYONE SEEN THE CRISIS CORE TRAILER? SQUEEEEEEZACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116669032431477594?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116669032431477594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116669032431477594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116669032431477594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116669032431477594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/12/brainfarts.html' title='Brainfarts'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116386062355012249</id><published>2006-11-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:37:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M-i-c-k-e-y-m-o-u-s-e</title><content type='html'>i realised alot of my sis friends are going crazy over squenix. i've seen one display pic of DOC, and a few of KHII already. gah, we poor people can never resist squenix... i think they can take over the world almost no problemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i am experiencing the #XXX childhood in my life, and i'm pretty sure the number has hit the triple digits. How is it that i become more childish as i grow older (or at least i think)? maybe i'm lightening up? cest la vie? ... ohkay, or maybe i realised the joy of traumatising people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"growing old is mandatory, growing up isn't" alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, expected me to attempt to be more serious? over my dead... pigeon. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an overdose of disney today. since i woke up, i played in disney worlds aka KHII. (i can't hear the word hopeless case~~~) then, i had to go for art class. after a while, amid the ipod music, i realised... they were playing disney songs. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney disney disney. thank goodness there isn't barney. i'd flip, writhe and spew blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, maybe i'd just stare in horror and start laughing. nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"barney is a dinosaur..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"You smell like a GIRL."~ Brendon Urie to Ryan Ross. (Panic! at the disco) hello...er. guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116386062355012249?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116386062355012249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116386062355012249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116386062355012249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116386062355012249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/11/m-i-c-k-e-y-m-o-u-s-e.html' title='M-i-c-k-e-y-m-o-u-s-e'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116378213124649443</id><published>2006-11-18T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:48:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KHII on the brain!</title><content type='html'>i can't access my com, due to some activation thingy which for a bizzare reason, i can't do. =_= so again, my com has "busted". well, darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 100km walk is probably old news... but it's a feat i'll never forget. after all, it made me realise i actually have pret-ty weak will power... T_T. still, kudos to the teammates dropouts (haha) who supported us... and those left over, and mabel, who asked me to go join her. lesson 2: never do such suicidal things when asked by mabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our 14 man strong team turned into a almost dead 5 at the end... i find that highly amusing. the ache afterward wasn't though... good experience, but i'm NEVER doing that again. NEVER i tell you, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i had the PS2 after~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of PS2, i have KHII on the brain, so much so that it carried on to the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blabbers on winnie the pooh, which was the last world i played in. i feel like a kid.*&lt;br /&gt;mum: and your favourite character was eeyore.&lt;br /&gt;sis: well, she resembles him greatly... lethargic... and slow...&lt;br /&gt;me: HEY. ... you like tigger. airhead.&lt;br /&gt;sis: =P&lt;br /&gt;mum: *looks at bro* and you like pooh bear. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: come to think of it, why didn't you two like pooh bear?&lt;br /&gt;me and sis: cuz he's RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation was something like that anyway... and we went on to talk about power rangers, thunder cats, teenage mutant ninja turtles, sailor moon, my little pony, bob the builder, and teletubbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about deprived childhood. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the topic of KHII, i keep expecting one of the organization to stop, and tell sora (or riku, rather) "...I am your father."... I can't help it! it's the black cloak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past two nights, i have WEIRD dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first one: i dreamt of a decently good (sorta) looking chap. who i don't even know, let alone SEEN before. ...though come to think of it, he had a slight resemblance to squall... =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: because of a movie i watched (an animation movie "like the clouds, like the wind" or something like that) i dreamt of going to this military like school. and yes. it was supposed to be an all guys. =___________= it wouldn't be half bad, but the work totally made it horrible. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my brain trying to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, like do'oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean, come on! you don't have a BOYFRIEND, let alone a crush. it's a crime i tell you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... in case you haven't noticed, there's O levels next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excuses excuses. you're supposed to feel your youth, dude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= are you even supposed to exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like, yeah, or else why would i be here? go for a GUY. GO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because i don't think you are supposed to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just because i'm so-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not you, and am utterly-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool, and know what's best-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you, and you really should-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat myself with a mallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;find yourself a bf-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unless you are an idiot-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... look who's talking. wait. you are NOT supposed to exist. where did you come from anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cackles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are unnecessary. leave now, and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meannie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;copycat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P begone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, that part will be exterminated. as soon as i find out HOW. because, that is... is... *shudders in horror.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...XD ohkay, so you didn't need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like i'm way too affected by regan, white and the seven deadly sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! i'm not on crack! guess i just have to play more... *cackles* die, you heartless, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;why? i'm not high. XD and i lost my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: *stares at pile of things cluttering my table* you have to clear them.&lt;br /&gt;me: *procrastinates*&lt;br /&gt;mum: really soon.... your books are reproducing there.&lt;br /&gt;~ on the mess that is my table. and two chairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116378213124649443?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116378213124649443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116378213124649443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116378213124649443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116378213124649443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/11/khii-on-brain.html' title='KHII on the brain!'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116300013026624915</id><published>2006-11-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:35:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORA CAN SING. WIN.</title><content type='html'>... i am listening to Little Mermaid from KHII. I think i might actually start singing disney songs on the walk this saturday. Not to mention rant on the CUTE that is Roxas+Axel friendship and Sora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGING SORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm starting to play KHII now (isn't that rather late?) and boy, i lost count of the times i leered at the screen. or squealed. And did i mention that sora and roxas are made of win? Ohkay, so sora is still as dorky/dense as ever... but but!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't remember my name?&lt;em&gt; Thanks alot&lt;/em&gt;, Kairi! Okay, i guess i can give you a hint. Starts with an 'S'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is only the beginning of the win that is sora. He grew up with witty speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL be ranting on KHII this saturday and sunday. Mopy is so going to try to gag me or something. Or she'll grin in the sidelines when i traumatise the hell out of our teammates. which ever comes first, nevermind that we need them or we'll get hopelessly lost. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mopy, i have to correct you. I. Am. Not. Horny. If i were... i'm not going to complete that sentence. I may be perveted, but not horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mindful of your vocabulary, &lt;em&gt;darling. &lt;/em&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i shall depart from the computer to play PS. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"No one would miss me."&lt;br /&gt;"That's not true... I would"~ Roxas and Axel&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"You should share some of that hatred with Sora. He's far too nice for his own good."~ Diz to Roxas&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"You're lucky..."~ Roxas to Sora&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"We're were sleeping"~Goofy&lt;br /&gt;"Where? In Cold Storage?"~ Cid&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know-- Those two would fall for anything."~Mushu&lt;br /&gt;"I'm right here!"~Sora&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"You two play nice."~ Sora to Mulan and Shang&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa... Watch it, soldier!"~Shang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i better stop before i start quoting the whole script.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116300013026624915?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116300013026624915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116300013026624915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116300013026624915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116300013026624915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/11/sora-can-sing-win.html' title='SORA CAN SING. WIN.'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116257569578173759</id><published>2006-11-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:41:35.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomnessrificfully</title><content type='html'>Events that occured in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While going bonkers over this online story, mopy complained about the mature content. the sweet, young and innocent girl was disturbed by it. i, on the otherhand, was disturbed by the fact that i wasn't disturbed by it. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting very irritated teaching two classes who just wouldn't shut up (the poor soul), mrschang snapped at us, "Are you having verbal diarrhoea?!" I found it funny eventhough i really symphatise with her. goes to show how much of a sadist i am... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mopy seems to be hard of hearing recently. omm was mumbling about something, and Mopy heard a totally different version. "Huh? You want me to stop irritating your pencilbox?"... This totally proves how mopy mind works. beware the mopy. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. lainey and tuna were most probably traumatised by how the three of us (mopy, omm and i) are extremely random. We topic hop, do stupid things out of the blue every 5 seconds, and have tons upon tons of sort-of-insider jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore: i am a very random person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very, very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why my writing style changed somewhat today is because i'm practicing writing sentences. XD in preparation of a small want that my procrastinator side will not allow me to finish. so, on top of random, i guess i'll have to add pathetic. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, i had this really weird dream about... building a flying garden. or at least Aeris wanted to. and she told yuffie to keep it, and her presence, a secret from cloud. bahamut knows why i dreamt up such a weird dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i did dream once of a sane sephiroth in a library (like the Jurong library... =A=)... working with cloud, and i do believe zack was somewhere there... and they were all very close friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==" is my brain trying to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...whatever. i'll deal. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm counting back the number of the steps it took for me to get back on the wagon of the weekend"~My Alcoholic Friends, The Dresden Dolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116257569578173759?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116257569578173759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116257569578173759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116257569578173759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116257569578173759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/11/randomnessrificfully.html' title='Randomnessrificfully'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116248840793417109</id><published>2006-11-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:29:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little monkeys sing a song</title><content type='html'>Title has absolutely nothing to do with post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please leave all over coats, canes and top hats with the doorman, from that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed." song title at the bottom; it's the same song. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're (nope, no monkeys in pockets) - as in sis and i, well, her more than me- are in a Panic! attack. XD she has become... a fangirl. and don't underestimate the word fangirl. ever. you don't know what fangirls are capable of... *cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's November, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are here. My rest hath finally cometh. Not. T_T For the gazillionth time, i feel as though life is laughing at us toil away endlessly. Among the things that are certain in life, along with death and taxes, is work. So work isn't all that bad actually, but still... omginoiwannakickbackrelaxandplaydammityoustupidschooldoyouhave&lt;br /&gt;somethingagainstme?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i get to laze around somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i should make a list of what i want to do for the hols. whether i actually complete them is a WHOLE different matter entirely. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Draw. (but i don't want to go for art class. IRONY. XD)&lt;br /&gt;2. write. (no MSword currently, let alone music to keep me going. blasted old piece of rock named computer)&lt;br /&gt;3. nanowrimo (right. like i'll actually get round to doing it)&lt;br /&gt;4. clear table (when i clearly have no space to pack them. no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grudgingly...&lt;br /&gt;5. revise a little, cuz it's you know, o levels next year and *gasp* i'm going to shave a few years off my life because of it! ...nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;6. practise music till i drop. acursed competitions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guessed it, i am currently not feeling high. i feel sleepy. and whiny. wait until i get loaded with sugar. then you'll see me bouncing around like a... a... fangirl... who just won a figurine she always wanted. or a trip to japan squeenix. or can finally play KHII after a long and terrible wait. or maybe FFXII. ohkay, so maybe not that delighted, but you roughly get the picture. after all, you see it almost every other hour. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost i said, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the new cancer, never felt better, you can't stand it. Because you say so under your breath, your reading lips 'when did he get all confident?'"~ There's a Good Reason Why These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet, by Panic! At the Disco. Long titles, anybody?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116248840793417109?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116248840793417109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116248840793417109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116248840793417109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116248840793417109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-monkeys-sing-song.html' title='little monkeys sing a song'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116187895163971616</id><published>2006-10-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:09:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL ENDS!</title><content type='html'>I hereby declare officially: Mabel is certified to be highly mentally unstable and should be kept at a safe distance. Being near a Mabel may result in you freaking out and run away screaming in horror. Do so at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say i didn't warn you. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S OUT! CHEERS! i felt so gleeful, i was actually bouncing after dinner. mum told me to stop cuz i was giving her a headace. XDXD but anyhow~ HALLELUJAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Child of Our Time, i realised i'm sorely lacking in the creativity department. T_T i'm not going to survive at this rate... feed me plot bunnies! please! i've yet to create a colony of them! How am i supposed to write if i don't have even a teaspoon of creativity in my bones?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a higher note...&lt;br /&gt;Crack. crackity cracking crackistic cracky crackle crackish crackable crack. nope, i'm not telling what crack i'm reading currently. but only that it's &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to my dearest sister, i am now hooked on The Dresden Dolls and Panic! at the Disco. Dark Cabaret, or they call it Punk Cabaret and Alternative Rock is the way to go, yo. Caution: they are not meant for those who have sensitive ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Dresden Dolls sure know how to string vulgarities in a nice rhythmic way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i topic hop alot, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives."~The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage, Panic! At The Disco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116187895163971616?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116187895163971616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116187895163971616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116187895163971616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116187895163971616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-ends.html' title='SCHOOL ENDS!'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116117948689108363</id><published>2006-10-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:51:26.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past, present tense</title><content type='html'>T_T my com almost broke down. and i think it's gonna break down soon again, or something, seeing as to how slow it still is sometimes. or maybe it's Livemessenger. i don't know. i nearly lost all my files. the horror! and now? i still don't have MS word yet. =_=^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i haven't updated for a long time since... i was too lazy to. Thus! it's a great achievement for me to haul my fat self to blog! Cheers! i'm back to terrorize! (it would seem the majority aren't affected, seeing as they already have an immunity system = =")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam result were pretty so-so, though i do wish i could do better. i guess i shouldn't have played so much com eh? but then again, i never learn, cuz i'm still here. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to the NEWater plant (i feel OLD; i went there before when i was like what? P5, P6?) thank goodness there wasn't that annoying water droplet mascot. The technology there is still cool (boy, do i wish i could have a door that opens by itslef). then, while the guide was talking about filtration, he mentioned that there was a certain chemical (filtered off, of course) that when added to a tank of male guppies, something would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinks up something crazy* "they turn to females?"&lt;br /&gt;guide: "They turn into females."&lt;br /&gt;Me, OMM, Mopy: O_O *jawdrop* ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then OMM accomplished a feat by slanting her bottle and making it stand slanted. we were all OMG! and i wish i had taken a picture. it was really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, there was a signature book, except it was on screen. so the class chairpersons had to type something in. Somehow, it just struck to me to type something in. Mopy and OMM jumped on that idea and we three ran to Yiting to tell her to put it in. THUS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was a guy"-312 guppies, NHSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FTW, i think. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeathNote is coming out! YAY! Raito and L! woot! *does a jig* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"There is life outside your apartment. There's a pigeon squashed on the street &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ew)&lt;/span&gt;"~ Avenue Q, the original broadway cast. lovely songs, i tell you, lovely. *sparkles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116117948689108363?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116117948689108363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116117948689108363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116117948689108363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116117948689108363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/10/past-present-tense.html' title='past, present tense'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-116023592368025704</id><published>2006-10-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:45:23.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through the fog, er haze</title><content type='html'>And now, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, i shall thus proclaim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!! *pops a champagne*&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE! REJOICE! THE LIGHT OF JOY HATH LIT OUR GLOOMY MINUTE LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it's for a short while. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-autumn was so so. i like tea! and that makes me feel like an old geezer. but i still like tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haze levels are at an all time high. =_= my lungs are burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACC!!!!!!!! *makes grabby motion* I WANT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and Crisis Core!&lt;br /&gt;and Magna Carta!&lt;br /&gt;and FFXII!&lt;br /&gt;and FFXIII!&lt;br /&gt;and PS3!&lt;br /&gt;and PSP!&lt;br /&gt;and headphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i don't have anything to blog about. O-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"We disapprove."&lt;br /&gt;"We? You have a monkey in your pocket?" ~Tyler and Regan, in Regan, White, and the seven deadly sins. XD so crack. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-116023592368025704?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/116023592368025704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=116023592368025704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116023592368025704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/116023592368025704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/10/through-fog-er-haze.html' title='through the fog, er haze'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115954861654429128</id><published>2006-09-29T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:50:16.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DED</title><content type='html'>I spelt Macbeth wrongly. it came out as Mabeth. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams!!!! *hides in corner and peers around fearfully* i hate exams! My english paper was totally blah, i'm screwed for my chemistry, i was STUPID in emath and i... blabbered nonsense for geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did i mention that i hate exams alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug. i want to mug. both ways. and kill something that aren't ants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*repeated headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro got a wooden puzzle for childrens' day. now my head is full of odd shaped wooden pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC4.... *makes grabby motion towards ps3* Dante seems more insane or messed up in the head or something. but we all know he's just being trashy as per usual... XD Nero seems just as almost as insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hearts these silver haired wierdos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wait. why are most of the insane ones have silver hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante: it's my best feature&lt;br /&gt;Sephiroth: really now? =_=^ *signals to own longer silver hair*&lt;br /&gt;Dante: *leers*&lt;br /&gt;Riku: But i'm NOT insane!&lt;br /&gt;Sephiroth: even i admit to it. to ignore is to leave a weakness. *evil chuckle*&lt;br /&gt;Dante: riku, you were once you know... and still are.&lt;br /&gt;Riku: =_= at least i'm not as gay as Ansem...&lt;br /&gt;Sephiroth: i don't see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Riku: O-o... there IS.&lt;br /&gt;Dante: look on the bright side. At least it's not as bad as Pervy kakashi. Or kuja for that matter!&lt;br /&gt;Sephiroth: Look who's talking. *raises brow sardonically*&lt;br /&gt;Dante: *grins* and u? with kadaj and loz and yazoo all being a mama's boy?&lt;br /&gt;Riku: *shakes head and sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my not so humble opinion, i think they're all nut cases. which is why they are adorable. (wait. seph and adorable don't go together *brainbreak*) To those who don't know, kakashi is from naruto. dante is obviously from DMC (along with his twin bro vergil), Riku and Ansem are from Kingdom Hearts and Seph and the silverhaired trio (kadaj, yazoo and loz) are from FFVII. and this is utter rhetoric. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how many silvered haired chaps there are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost whisperer is nice. although a bit fast (like, emotion swing in 0.3 sec flat) it is nice to watch. Nothing ever beats House MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've got nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha'? What's goin' on?"*sleepily*&lt;br /&gt;"You've been chosen to be the new leader."&lt;br /&gt;"Pain in the ass. Forget it." ~ Cid and Barrett, on chosing Cid as leader after Cloud's pratically comatose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115954861654429128?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115954861654429128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115954861654429128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115954861654429128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115954861654429128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/ded_29.html' title='DED'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115927983073045379</id><published>2006-09-26T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:10:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pish</title><content type='html'>Dear Mopy and Wibble: i'm not a pink fluffy pink pin cushion, dammit! T_T *sings Elvis Presley's Wooden Heart "Treat me nice, treat me good, treat me like you really should. 'Cause i'm not made of wood and i don't have a wooden heart." out of tune* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having mood swings lately. it's either: a) math, b) stress from upcoming exams, c) PMS, or d) all of the above. &gt;_&lt; save meeeeeee... or save Mopy and wibble, seeing that they have to deal with it. yet again, they bully me, so SAVE MEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i vow to not be grumpy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now dead from stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiyi: *points to 2 idiots 'fighting'(and being terrible at it) in class during recess* "It's like we have a low-budget kung-fu movie here." FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, previously, on the mrtan is lame show!&lt;br /&gt;Mopy and i: "today supplementry do what?"&lt;br /&gt;mrtan: "Eat lah!"&lt;br /&gt;Mopy and i: O.O???&lt;br /&gt;mrtan: "eh? eh. eh... nononono! i mean optics."&lt;br /&gt;Mopy and i: *snark*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrtan talking to another 'cher: "HAHAHA you're joking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mopy, Wibble and I: O.O *jawdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time we've heard him laugh so... not so evilly? erm. anyway, it was really boyish and the three of us were like *stone* for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mrtan is lame show is on every monday, tuesday.... erm as long as it's on physics class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... stupid squeenix! what on gaia is blu-ray?! you stupid money eater piece of... crack. T_T i want to watch that AC version you know!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisis Core! *rawrs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Something wicked this way comes"~Mabeth, William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115927983073045379?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115927983073045379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115927983073045379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115927983073045379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115927983073045379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/pish.html' title='Pish'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115910951089289826</id><published>2006-09-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:51:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><content type='html'>Mug. no, really. i'm serious here. everyone knows what mugging means in singapore: study very hard. Guess what the other meanings are (funnily, me ma says mugging for an exam is correct O_o):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mug:&lt;br /&gt;a) a drinking cup (oh-kay, this is pretty much a given)&lt;br /&gt;b) used as a quantity measuring device (a mug of coffee)&lt;br /&gt;c) slang: i) the face&lt;br /&gt;ii) the mouth&lt;br /&gt;iii) an exaggerated facial expression; grimace, as in acting&lt;br /&gt;iv) even better. a &lt;em&gt;thug or punk&lt;/em&gt; d) to assult or menace, esp with the intention of robbery (he mugged me!)&lt;br /&gt;f) slang: to photograph a person, esp in compliance with an official or legal requirement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the icing on the cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) brit slang: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a gullible person; dupe; fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least now i know where the HP term "muggles" came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i think i'm going to be amused whenever someone says "I'm going to mug/mug for an exam." Even if it's correct, that is (then WHY haven't they put it in the dictionary or something?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. to respond to your request, Mable, i'm still going to call you Mopy. It's just too cute to give up *evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current goal: to squash my overinflated ego that has grown over the years. you got to be more humble, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a little more crisis core: Sephiroth is... wryly cute? (seph and cute don't fit in the same sentence omg) Angeal is officially a bit weird (although it seems FFVII!world has tons of weird people). there is zack and seph friendship (i'm going to die of YAY). Win for Zack/Aeris! and Zack and Cloud friendship (double YAY! and i can say Cloud is cute oh-kay!) and ZACK. 'cus he's so... zack. It's Canon!!!!! Zack is Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. i'm fangirling so close to the exams *chants "crisis core"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Aeris? I'll have to get back to you later. I've got a guest."&lt;br /&gt;*puts phone away and readies Buster sword*&lt;br /&gt;"I'll try to be a polite host." ~ Zack. talking to Aeris while fighting Bahamut. zackzackzackzack~~~ FTW! omg i'm fangirling over Crisis Core again. *squees in delight*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115910951089289826?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115910951089289826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115910951089289826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115910951089289826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115910951089289826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115885117041501755</id><published>2006-09-21T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:11:43.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not in IMH. Yet.</title><content type='html'>Things that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lame talks and jokes by siian, mabel, rosary, weiyi, charmaine, vivian and i (omg, very, very lame XD)&lt;br /&gt;e.g&lt;br /&gt;siian: elephant shit are as big as footballs and float *plonk*&lt;br /&gt;mopy and i: O_O lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Siian is know known as Kenneth Tan Liyan (hardly a teacher pronounces his name correctly. i wonder &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; lol XDXD)&lt;br /&gt;mrchee: Kenneth right?&lt;br /&gt;siian: =_= no.&lt;br /&gt;cher:then what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;siian:siian&lt;br /&gt;cher: oh! liyan?&lt;br /&gt;siian: =_=... siian&lt;br /&gt;cher: ian?&lt;br /&gt;rest of group: *points and sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. we whack our heads with books. no. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;me: it's as funny as mopy telling me about whacking your head with ur amath book!&lt;br /&gt;weiyi: *attempts to show expression* *picks up mini-dictionary and whacks head* with a pokerface, see? it doesn't hurt! not at all!&lt;br /&gt;rosary: O_O *jawdrop*&lt;br /&gt;weiyi: see?&lt;em&gt; see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of group: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.and i'm on crack. or something.&lt;br /&gt;me: *zone out a little*&lt;br /&gt;mopy and weiyi: "laughs over something"&lt;br /&gt;me: "WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;mrschang: "what?"&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks at mrschang* "what?"&lt;br /&gt;mrschang: "what what!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "what?"&lt;br /&gt;mrschag: "you asked what!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh. lol. not u"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;me to mabel: "what!"&lt;br /&gt;mrschang: *gives me a look*&lt;br /&gt;me: "no!!!! not u! T_T"&lt;br /&gt;mopy and weiyi: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. and again. =_=&lt;br /&gt;elaine, sarah, charmaine ann, weiyi, mopy and i: *writes on ways to study*&lt;br /&gt;from torturing ducks to burning others' hair, to running around in the nude, haunt teachers and ask them stupid qns, eating potato chips, facial and spa...&lt;br /&gt;hey! we're creative, oh-kay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. and it doesn't end there&lt;br /&gt;after sch...&lt;br /&gt;mopy, weiyi and me: "SARAH SARAH" x goodness knows how many times&lt;br /&gt;sarah: *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;other "spectators": *STARES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. apparently mrtan is too...&lt;br /&gt;mrtan: *makes big hand motions to denote x and y-axis*... *then procedes to use a broom and zhaohan as the axis*&lt;br /&gt;mopy, weiyi, me: ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. and we go on to mskoh&lt;br /&gt;weiyi and me: "mskoh! souveniers~ souveniers~ "&lt;br /&gt;mskoh: "you want them? *points to arm and legs* i give u! i've 26 of them!"&lt;br /&gt;mabel, weiyi and i: O_O lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. even at home, it's crack.&lt;br /&gt;on msn with JH...&lt;br /&gt;no, no details. cuz it's nothing but "blahs". literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. and i'm not the only obsessed thing out there...&lt;br /&gt;rosary is OBSESSED with her chinese romance novels. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. cross-overs are fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;"This is the ultimate showdown, the ultimate destiny. Good guys bad guys and explosions, as far as the eye can see..."~ song! go guess. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. my sis is a ripper.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. i had a dream that i had to take my olevel math. i think it's my brain telling me that i'm actually stressed. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.and more crack!&lt;br /&gt;weiyi and i go crazy over this story, whose main character is a guy named Dawn. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Macbeth is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I realised alot of things i post, it's either i post it first or mopy posts it first. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i went to listen to the english dub of Advent childern on you-tube, the fight between seph and cloud. and then.&lt;br /&gt;me:.... seph sounds absolutely gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Jack Black rocks!&lt;br /&gt;"This is just a tribute~~~"~ Tribute, by Jack Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. did u know a panda can sneeze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. JH tried to traumatise me. he failed :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Weird Al rocks too.&lt;br /&gt;"I think i'm a clone now" guess who i was thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.So does House MD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the show is getting more and more sacarstic. *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. oh no. i'm back on a omg-guild-wars-i-wanna-play-but-no-money-no!!! spree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is getting funnier and funnier. i think someone's been drugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow are exams. well, *curses* *zips off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;( I dreamt I was a moron)~ Squall, FFVIII. lol. squall, news flash. you ARE a moron. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115885117041501755?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115885117041501755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115885117041501755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115885117041501755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115885117041501755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-not-in-imh-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not in IMH. Yet.'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115858753142739208</id><published>2006-09-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:09:12.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In which more stupidity ensues</title><content type='html'>Remember the disclaimer in my first post? the one that says "i will not be held responsible for any brain damage whatsoever?" I would like to remind everyone that it is still very much in effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some self-reflection, and i realised one thing: I'm a very mean, evil, cruel, sadistic, sacarstic, (insert not so nice words) person. Why? Because if it can be mocked, it shall be, will be and must be mocked. I can't help it!!! it's like it's lying there on a silver platter, squealing "mock me mock me!!!" and it's known my self-restraint is practically non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... i think of it as a special feature, and not a fault. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA, i'm not listening to complains~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while wibble and wabble (i prefer Mopy) and i were studying in Mac, Mopy got kinda impatient over something. Wibble thus told Mopy to meditate, which Mopy attempted to do so. She then promptly said she would levitate and float around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied that we'd have to tie her down with a string, and then i could bring her back home.&lt;br /&gt;"Look ma! i brought home a balloon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be funny to see peoples' reaction if that really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, the family were talking, and we ended up on the topic on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my sis goes : "I've seen those young girls' blogs, and they are so..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Twitish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma: "They're so young! isn't it dangerous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: "Well, the internet is a free zone... unless there's a machine that can scan your thumbprint and then go [access denied. underage.]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "what about teeth? can check 'em to see if they are underaged..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis: "then go scan the teeth ar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "then those without teeth cannot access lor. will go [fake teeth. access denied]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole family: "ROTFL" (because the mental image is too funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop deviantart browsing. must... do.. work... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i shall shall attempt a sad shot at being productive and do constructive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"You made us both gay for about 10 seconds dammit!"~Kingdom Hearts!Cloud to Sora, a gag comic by MangaLoca. What happened? eheheheheheh... It was so, so amusing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115858753142739208?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115858753142739208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115858753142739208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115858753142739208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115858753142739208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-which-more-stupidity-ensues.html' title='In which more stupidity ensues'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115843147402496126</id><published>2006-09-17T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T16:49:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the morning</title><content type='html'>It's 2.15 in the morning. and my hair hasn't dried yet. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been on crack lately. laughing for supposedly no apparent reason in physics (what? mr tan's notes sounded like he was high!) and i couldn't stop. and then weiyi was whining about a bug (and i'm insectophobic too) made me laugh non-stop. LOL. And mrs chang. who makes the most amusing comments sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and it turns out our class did pretty well overall in terms of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ma was right about stupid talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they give out drugs in the morning so the teachers can survive the day. I also think they should share, those mean mean things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i type weird at this hour. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was pushed forth. and. i was rocking the chair throughout the whole thing. &gt;_&gt; but on the whole, i think i can pass. at least. THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! did i tell you i want to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have an odd fascination with doughnuts and XXXHolic. don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe you can. if you want to risk being scarred forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! i'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm seriously typing weirdly. shoot me with a tranquilizer, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i shall end this highly pointless, silly and inane post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm jealous of those artists on deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil May Cry!!! Danteeee!!!! Vergilllllll!!!! Neroooo!!!! Trish and Eva and Sparda!!! Yay for demonic dysfunctional families!!! *fangirls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Castaways&lt;/em&gt;"~ Awesome Town. You'd have to watch it to get the joke. or maybe it wasn't a joke. How would i know? i'm sleep depped, remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115843147402496126?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115843147402496126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115843147402496126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115843147402496126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115843147402496126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/early-in-morning.html' title='Early in the morning'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115814454779025465</id><published>2006-09-13T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:06:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be the weather</title><content type='html'>Knock out zone! i was terribly tired this morning for goodness knows what reason, so i conked out in the parade square. then later i conked out in the classroom. First period was Mr Tan, and instead of the mandatory "go away i so don't like you" greeting, i went "Gooo moornin mr tan. *collapse back on table and SNORE*" 10 min later, he woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr tan- "&lt;em&gt;Good&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt;, kuolyn." *waves*&lt;br /&gt;Me- *raises head*... *blinks and stares*...*waves back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think mrs chang gets real irritated by us now and then. last time, class was less... disruptive. Well, aside from mabel being slighty insane behind and me snoring my gob off infront of class.h Now that weiyi and i sit behind, MASS CHAOS. we were laughing and laughing, the four of us, Weiyi, Siian, Mabel and I. well, at least three of us. and then we had to play a prank. and shoot people who were sleeping, namely... *ahem*. then weiyi decided to be funny and shot in siian's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hit. right at the neck. We (aside from siian who was... in deep pain (xD)) were almost rolling on the floor with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel- "It makes a loud sound when you hit your head with the Amath textbook, but it really doesn't hurt." *hits own head lightly but creates a quite loud THUD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pratically in hysteria with laughter. Maybe it was because Mabel was doing it in a matter of fact way, like hitting your head with a &lt;strong&gt;thick&lt;/strong&gt; Amath textbook is perfectly &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i had a laughing good time in school today. almost. and now i shall conk out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;We direct our own destiny. Whatever happened, has come to pass; everything is impermanant. Yet, to forget is to deny. ~i'm just crapping, for the lack of anything to put here xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115814454779025465?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115814454779025465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115814454779025465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115814454779025465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115814454779025465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/must-be-weather.html' title='Must be the weather'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115798517917639048</id><published>2006-09-11T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:32:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: homework</title><content type='html'>It's official. I'm dead. or as dead as i can be anyway. Way to go dear, messing up your social studies test (and the first one of the semester). On the first day of school no less. DOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't found my lost homework yet. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all have books buried in our noses"~Ms Koh. slip of the tongue eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis cut her hair and highlighted it today. her hair's still long though &gt;_&gt; Makes me hope i can chop off my mess i call hair... But i will prevail and wait till the school holidays! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN can't be used. i want to kick the computer and curse it till kingdom come. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i want to do alot of violent things. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minority Reports is showing right now. It's a pretty cool show. and very philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a criminal if you only thought of the crime but did not act upon it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change the result the path leads too? Can you prevent yourself from commiting a crime if you knew you were about to do it before hand?&lt;br /&gt;Diffrent paths, different possiblities, different outcomes. Can we forge our own road?&lt;br /&gt;"The question you have to ask is: What are you going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"You know your future. You can change it if you want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now House MD is on! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos&lt;br /&gt;"This is sickening! You sound like chapters from a self-help book! Prepare yourself!"~Kefka FFVI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115798517917639048?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115798517917639048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115798517917639048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115798517917639048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115798517917639048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/lost-homework.html' title='Lost: homework'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115769679560297688</id><published>2006-09-08T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:32:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme time~</title><content type='html'>1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 ppl at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I am shuffling from my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shakespheare in Love- Layla Kaylif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. OMGWTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Collide- Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a premonition of a car crash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Crazy- TRAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovin' you- ANNA inspi NANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best friend's theme song? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Genoku- Kaggra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amused, considering she doesn't know this. But ironically, it's one of my most favourite songs... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Complicated- Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I Will Never Cry - Clazziquai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i did... &gt;_&gt; but i won't! *is highly amused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Almost Here- Delta Goodrem and Brian Mcfadden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD. i feel pathetic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Trigger Situation - Dirge of Cerberus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for... fits of insanity? LOL kinda true huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a Disaster- OK Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Senseless- Asian Kungfu Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... woah. spot on, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Psychedlic Lover - Pierrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vanilla - Gackt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... please note it's quite a crazy song.... =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they pl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ay at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Move Along- All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o lol it would be a good one though (and i was wishing for the One Winged Angel from FFVIIAC... godhood. yea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Puzzle - Se7en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-on! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Crash the Party -OK Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's a good sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Everything I'm Not - Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... LOL. and mabel here agrees. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tattoo- Clazziquai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... =_=^?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's Raining - Bi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'll dance chocobo dances in class when it rains. yay. trauma all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's A Fire- OK Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN TEH SCHOOL. or someone. or something. *cackles evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OHMYGODIMONFIRE - Logan Whiteburst and the Junior Science Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... no comments. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 5 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;*Andrea&lt;br /&gt;*Weiyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no more cuz i only want to sabo them... &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... and i was hoping for very weird songs, since Dawn's one cracked me up so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"It's because you Asian guys are too pansy!"~Asian girls white guys documentary. FTW. Jin Hong should watch this. &gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115769679560297688?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115769679560297688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115769679560297688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115769679560297688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115769679560297688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/meme-time.html' title='Meme time~'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115764476633406951</id><published>2006-09-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:59:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's back to nonsense</title><content type='html'>Dress up Vincent Valentine. And i'm playing that. OMGTEHCUTE. what? it's fun! ...albeit a little sadistically on my part.... (well... if dressing him up on a cheerleading suit or in a hawaii grass skirt isn't sadistic, what is?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a picture: Road Trip by rubyd &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37735422/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/37735422/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sephiroth family vacation through the universe, as their mother had always wanted. Driving the planet to parts unknown (it gets like 40bajillion mpg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud's the hood ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being perfectly normal, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know, i wished does bunnies on my blog would mutate into a monster if they were run over by the mouse again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a "...WTF" dream last night. i dreamt that i had mabel's quote book. and i put it in this really messy room. when i came back, i found a corner ripped off. so i put it somewhere safer. when i returned again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a rat eating her quotebook. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i DID dream we had Pirates of the Carribean as our lit text...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only dreams could come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARBLE! it's your fault i'm watching a WTF anime!!! T_T shakugan no shana... now i'm watching people with BIG eyes running around. and a dead guy as a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm... dead?" ---&gt; and that was the 1st ep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i do like how Shana disses the teachers off. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to blog about the things i didn't blog about. (LOL total rhetoric)&lt;br /&gt;1. i HATE treetop walks. except for the steep slope part. that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;2. CCA is about to be suspended soon. WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;3. did i just spend $20 in cash to PLAY a GAME? for financial planning too. talk about irony, gheez.&lt;br /&gt;4.teacher's day was a blast! no ACES, and 312 rocked with their performance! go yong jin you mr yeo wannabe! lol&lt;br /&gt;5. i'd never felt proud of dance before... and i just did during said 'cher's day performance. =_=&lt;br /&gt;6.why does si ian always ask me : "who are you?" =_=^&lt;br /&gt;7. i LOVE ffvii fan art. squee.&lt;br /&gt;8. the croc guy died. expected, since he created the conditions himself. oh well. may he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;9.i got my ears pierced last friday.&lt;br /&gt;10. and i got a skirt too. T_T&lt;br /&gt;11. when my sis, mabel, weiyi and i went to miss claritiy cafe under miss koh's suggestion, we were like "OMG THE FRONT IS PINK." luckily, inside wasn't or we'd all be blaming miss koh. and we ate escargots! and that freaked weiyi out. =D e food was GOOOD. and the owner apparently is the aunt of a friend of nicholas, who is my sis's friend. =_= LOL.&lt;br /&gt;12. on the same day, mabel and weiyi cut their hair. i was laughing cuz weiyi had a slight resemblance to paul twohill. slight. it was the hair, dude.&lt;br /&gt;13. on monday, i decided that i must do something that isn't permitted in school, and not just eating in class. so i jumped off the railing on the last stair so i needn't go one big round to walk down. well, i hadn't thought of it, but when mabel, weiyi and i saw valentina halfway down... and xinyun down there... i thought, WOO! why not! ... and they did it cuz yong jin and si ian did it. =_= XD and in felt like i was jumping off the top of the monkey bar when i was younger... i want to do it again! mabel scrapped herself. weiyi gave up and walked down the stairs at the other area. it was so fun! and no, the fun part was me jumping, not mabel getting hurt. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call mabel Mopy from now on! valentina came up with it. she put mopy's initials and tada! an instant nickname! weiyi became Why. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life. It's a constant SNAFU, so don't mind the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring your own refreshments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Like game addiction, which i'm sure alot of you have."&lt;br /&gt;*promptly raises hand* "and i've never played the game!" ~miss koh and i, in a class disscusion about internet safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115764476633406951?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115764476633406951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115764476633406951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115764476633406951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115764476633406951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-its-back-to-nonsense.html' title='So it&apos;s back to nonsense'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115755835506698321</id><published>2006-09-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:20:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who we are</title><content type='html'>There was a broken piano at the corner of the room. And that wasn't the only thing that was in pieces. Casting a look around, i wondered how whoever stayed here actually managed to live in this room. For the life of me, i couldn't figure out HOW, let alone WHY or WHAT was i doing in somebody else's room. Somebody whom i definitely didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny how everything seemed so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/I'm not dreaming am I?/ It felt so surreal. I could even hear the quietness of the room whispering around. It was so familiar, yet not and my brain was starting to hurt from all the cogs turning. Maybe i fell asleep in class or something. Most probably i did. ooh boy, i'd better not have any glitter in my hair... Why was i still dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piano wouldn't play. And i still couldn't figure out where i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not often i get to see someone." I whirled round. A figure slowly slid of the bed. Even from the relative darkness of the room, i could see her half-smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm. It's your house, er, right? I'm sorry-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There isn't a need to apologise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged. "Like i said, i don't get anybody here, so you'll have to forgive the... untidiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a thick silence after that. She walked up right next to me with the grace only one could achieve after staying in a messy room for years. My mind stupidly decided to realise that she was my height, instead of wondering why i was still-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dreaming." Startled i gave her a wide eyed look, that ranged from a blur "wha?" to "OMGWTF"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is all in your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. so my mind was a wierd place to be. Cliched too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it could do with a little more light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your fault for coming up with such a dreary place." sheepishly, i looked around once more. So. why was my mind, to put it mildly, a mess? The only other person in the room seemed to know what i was thinking, and smiled wirly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like i said. give the room light." But how? there weren't any curtains, or even a window for that matter... What did it mean, to brighten up this room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, you think too much sometimes. You teenage angst emo-er wannabe. After all, your life isn't bad you know. It's all-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""superficial.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the room lit up, light flooding in from a window that had appeared out of no where. She laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If things were that easy..." And i could see that the room wasn't messy anymore. The occupant of the room had waltzed over to the piano and had started playing a few notes. and she was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am what you percieve me to be." And i smiled, finally understanding what she meant, what she was trying to show me with her window and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So will you stop running away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. "You're me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm you; I'm Id." And then she grinned outright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And lessons are going to end soon, so you'd better wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed this becaue i wanted to. =P I'll be back to crapping next post, i swear. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"If this is all a dream, don't wake me up."~ Cloud Strife, FFVII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115755835506698321?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115755835506698321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115755835506698321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115755835506698321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115755835506698321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-we-are.html' title='Who we are'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115643353227505131</id><published>2006-08-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:32:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoony!</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness. my goodness. i just got lots of emoticons from Dan. and guess what. one of them... one of them... *bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harrrrdooooooooo Gaaaaaaaaay!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. kill me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty boring, aside from the fact that Mabel is obessed with Weiyi for Kupo-knows-what reason. and that ms koh is making me do another compo competition. again. T_T and the title is.... dum dum dum.... "That's Hot". Tell me. HOW ON GAIA DO I WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! although i have an idea... and it's not pretty... ms koh is gonna go "O_o" at me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i using Final fantasy vocab? is it becuase i'm a overly-obessesed fangirl? is it because i'm being a dork? is it becuase i'm going squee-omg-roll-on-ground-laughing at FF? yes, yes and yes. i saw a bunch of quotes, and they just killed me dead. so i expect the next don't know how many quotes will be all FF... *snerk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pigeon turd alert!" -FFIX. *dies from laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worship Dan. she gave me the other album of OK Go. *kneels on ground and worships* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wishing i had more money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i-suck definately is working, albeit slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did mabel become the one known for quacking? oh yea. when i infected her and she started quacking MORE than me. *smirks* mission infect mabel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to stock up on phoenix downs. and softs. and eyedrops. and remedies. and materia or soemthing. and i'm becoming way too much of a FF geek am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will be in constant denial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos&lt;br /&gt;"You spoony... guy!"~Boroan FFII&lt;br /&gt;"You spoony bard!"~Tellah FFIV&lt;br /&gt;spoony is now in my cuss dictionary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115643353227505131?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115643353227505131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115643353227505131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115643353227505131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115643353227505131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/08/spoony.html' title='Spoony!'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115634226242578757</id><published>2006-08-23T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:11:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News of the day</title><content type='html'>i think i should create a brand. and make it a total rip off from i-pod. and what shall i call it? i-suck. cuz there are people in this world who need a way to vent their frustrations by not whining! with i-suck, people can now express their whineyness in a not whiney manner! i'd be so totally rich that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it does Work. Mabel, rome was not built in a day. I whined less today, mind you! *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that my greeting to teachers most of the time is "oh NO. i don't like you. go away." instead of "gooo...oo..d... a..f.tternoooo...n... *snore*" call it reflex, albeit one that will get me into trouble if they heard me... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back our physics paper today (omGee, mr tan, HOW in the 7 seas do you do mark that QUICKLY?!) and ... i got 42.5/50. i should have tried to hide, cuz weiyi wanted to murder me. slowly. help. then, looks like i got +1 mark for my amath!.... yay?... yay. ...yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm perfectly alright. why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosary can get $50 for PASSING her amath. rosary can get $50 for getting A1 for her physics. how come i don't get any money?! ... because my parents will go broke, that's what someone said... ==. i wish i had more money... my life's so sad it's funny... DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 thoughts of the day:&lt;br /&gt;1. valentina likes to stick to/bother me a little. SAVE ME. (and stop laughing OMM, Marble!)&lt;br /&gt;2. mabel sucks in cantonese. not that i fare any better.&lt;br /&gt;3. we poured a little glitter on Si ian while he was sleeping. he flipped us the finger.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mrs Chang gets irritated with us fequently. (not that i can help it... XD)&lt;br /&gt;5.i LOATHE tree-top walks.&lt;br /&gt;6.Miss Koh SCARES me. a little.&lt;br /&gt;7. i have a few people plotting my oh-so-convenient death X-x&lt;br /&gt;8.I'm still fanfic deprived.&lt;br /&gt;9.and not over FFVII yet. shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;10. D.Greyman is OUT!!! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;When Romeo says "Juliet is the sun," we are meant to understand that LIKE the sun, a) Juliet lights up a room, or b) she's a giant flaming gasbag. ~Things you didn't notice in The Shining. XDXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115634226242578757?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115634226242578757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115634226242578757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115634226242578757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115634226242578757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/08/news-of-day.html' title='News of the day'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115626176301887120</id><published>2006-08-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:49:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd goot typeos</title><content type='html'>exactly what the title says... wait. you can't read it? I've got typos... er ...yea. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back a few of our results today... i'm not happy with them.like...&lt;br /&gt;37.5/50 -chemistry. actually, it's a miracle i got that high...&lt;br /&gt;31/35- emath... *bleep* nooooooooo......&lt;br /&gt;33/35 -amath... T_T noooooooooooooo x2+emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;20/30 -english... T_T one more bl00dy mark.... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'm psycho, and many people will be more than happy to tell me so but still.... IT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo-s....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD i've been doing that alot lately ya, and lots and lots of bitching. and whining. uh oh... must stop now!!! okay, tomorrow, i shall say "i suck" when i want to whine. in a not whiney manner. yay! problem solved *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nose bleed today. It must have been the weather... and so i was covering my nose during Social studies making "ngh! uuun uhhh! mephr norse ish bweeeedhing!" being absolutely well versed in the art of being a ventiloquist, mabel didn't understand a thing i was attempting to say. so, i had to make for a mad dash to the toilet, blood, nose and all. i could hear mabel's "oh shit" as i was running out, so she managed to get the idea after all. later, when my brain wasn't full of "bleeding nose= must stop= X-x" the first thing that came to mind was an answer to mabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No shit, sherlock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for sarcasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides being sleepy and just "uhhhhhhhhh"-ing my answers to valentina who tried to keep me up, emo-ing over kera, the day was pretty much uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs chang is funny though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ms koh says i msn like mabel. and that my english isn't lousy despite what i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm amused.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"Aeris and I had to scrub twenty years worth of make up off of her, and that's what we found underneath."&lt;br /&gt;"Damn..."&lt;br /&gt;Aeris elbowed him. Again.&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, you look very nice, ma'am."~ Sephiroth,  Zack, Aeris, Sephiroth-stalker&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"I'm horny, Rude, not stupid."~ Reno to Rude&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;and the winner......"Did my stalker just ditch me?"~Sephiroth&lt;br /&gt;Dude, This Army Life, a FFVII fanfic, by Nicolle rocks palms down... erm... i meant down on the... O-o somewhere decent anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115626176301887120?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115626176301887120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115626176301887120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115626176301887120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115626176301887120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/08/id-goot-typeos.html' title='I&apos;d goot typeos'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115608485117967027</id><published>2006-08-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:40:54.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaaaaaa nanana na nana na~</title><content type='html'>Naaaaaaaaaa nanana na nana na, katamari damanci~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDXD saw this flash pic of a moogle rolling FFVII charcters katamari style, which includes most bishonens.XD katamari fantasee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so HIGHLY amused. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, weiyi and mabel came over to my place to study physics. And then chat. and chat. and chat. and ate pizza for dinner. and chat. Hey, we studyed, okay? and had lots of fun. who says fun can't go along with studies. huh? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD moreover, i learnt even more new things about my two dear friends. XD *cue sappy music*... *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, i was blabbering stuff to my mum. so much so that she told me, "You think too much."... has any mum told their daughter this?... &gt;_&gt; w.e.r.i.d. but that's ma. *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got pissed at my bro again. X_x actually, i felt nothing. nada, zilch, no irritation whatsoever. 0_o. but i went for a jog downstairs just because. in sandals. And only a few minutes into jogging, i met an old lady, who wanted help to take pictures to finish the film. so i helped. and...the scenary was the trees... in-ter-est-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And running further on, i was like: Meixi lives on the 2nd floor leh... so i ran to her house. She just came back from camp and was all sleepy, just waking up and all, and she still has CT2 too... o_O stupid organisers. We talked alot (and i feel so happy cuz we haven't talked in a VERY VERY long while. sappy, i know. but what to say? she's been my very close friend)And now! i have material to tease Jia Cheng with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not emo-ing. Good. Life's been good thus far, or so i currently feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take life easy, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving OK Go. squee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel accomplished. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos&lt;br /&gt;"We'll burn that bridge when we come to it."~ Jack Sparrow FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115608485117967027?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115608485117967027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115608485117967027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115608485117967027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115608485117967027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/08/naaaaaaa-nanana-na-nana-na.html' title='Naaaaaaa nanana na nana na~'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115589868895765252</id><published>2006-08-18T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:58:09.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sparkles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lionfish!Will~ Lionfish!Will~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saw a fanart of Will. I KNEW there was a reason I liked William Turner~ Can you imagine him being Captain of the Flying Dutchman? And then Jack Sparrow, sorry, Captian Jack Sparrow commandering the Black Pearl again! SQUEE! I Love PotC~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*sparkles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lol, actually, there's CT2 going on... well, all i have to do now is brave the stormy seas of... er i mean go through chinese and physics. at least i scored for my lit... 20/25~ highest score yet for me... I do hope i do well for my math, because it was really quite easy... *prays no careless mistakes are made*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Been off my rocker lately, as usual... emoing, bitching, whining, the whole ten yards. not to mention going high too. What's new? so why have i been high/emo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;High:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. do'oh. it's ONLY what i LIVE for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. everythings fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Emo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. i saw an old kindof friend... and well... i started wondering why i was so ugly T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. I suck at art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. teenager. 'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeelll... at least i don't get stomaches when i see radiant creatures... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching this anime, and the name is well, long, so i only know the translation: "The Ones Being Sung". it's so RPG fantasy game like, and i get amused so often... i feel fanfic deprived. save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos&lt;br /&gt;"Never put much stock in suavity, and courteousy, and chivalry, and gallantry, and all that useless jewelry."~ OK Go, Let's Crash the Party. i like that band. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115589868895765252?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115589868895765252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115589868895765252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115589868895765252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115589868895765252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/08/sparkles.html' title='*Sparkles*'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115409085331031500</id><published>2006-07-28T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:47:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kweh.</title><content type='html'>the class/common tests are in the house. ladies and gentlemen, now is the time to run around screaming in horror like headless chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been getting into badminton. It's fun and for once, I'm Excercising. with a capital E. hopefully, i'll grow. hopefully, i said. can't you let a girl dream? &gt;_&lt; Maybe one day, i'll actually be enough of a challenge for Mabel... or for that matter, my dad. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall be off studying! for real this time! GAH!!! curse you laziness and inability to resist fanfics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself regressing too. I've been whining, moaning, grumbling... or just plainly, b!+(#ing. dear me... and i actually wanted to throw a tantrum. a TANTRUM. *hits head repeatedly on the wall* must..stop...now...ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Ouran High School... the cuteness/crack is killing/blinding/maiming me. It's as though it has become a great thing to be Worshipped and Adored. i mean... it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiigh... the normal and pitiful life of a run-off-the-mill school girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to... read more fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos&lt;br /&gt;"I hear the screams of the vegetables~~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115409085331031500?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115409085331031500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115409085331031500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115409085331031500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115409085331031500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/07/kweh.html' title='Kweh.'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115288536243363470</id><published>2006-07-14T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:56:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drainbamaged</title><content type='html'>Homework. and more homework. and omgihaveafewprojectsandi'mgonnadieeeee. *le sigh* one thing i never will rid myself of will be school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an extremely late note: Zidane, why can't you keep your head to yourself? ;_; and it just has to be the PERFECT headbutt.... =_= first time i notice the world cup and then the team i support at the finals just has to lose (not that i cared much anyway...XD). oh well... if my mother was insulted i'd most probably.... kick him in his *censored*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i ended up with a rant about braids. again. not to flame anyone (really! it's constructive criticism!). Braids. TWO accursed braids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard, if a girl swings her hair, she'll attract a guys attraction. we don't want that, so we want the girls to tie their hair in two braids. Hardeeharhar. guess who said that. even if it was meant as a joke, i don't like it. First: i can appreciate jokes, but this, a) shows the mentality of the speaker which i would not respect, b) is a chauvinist remark that i think goes a tad too far. Second: this is insulting. Third: Not all girls attract guys by swinging their hair. If they did, that would imply that mankind is nothing but animals with a hair fetish. Fourth: it's not only the girls' fault. why don't you go and blame the guys' minds who seem to only stick to anything that goes on two legs and is of the other gender? Fifth: being a person of high authority, one must always be careful with ones words. enough said. Sixth: it's messier than ponytails. Seventh: excuse me, do we look like we spend hours on end in front of the mirror so much so we LOVE to tie our hair in two braids? Seventh: (this one does have a point) Reputation matters right? i'm sure it's an unknown rule somewhere. But i have comments: "HUH? so old fasioned..." coming from adults, nonetheless. what does that show? that we are nothing but a bunch of people who are never going to move with the times, never going to keep on improving, as we head towards the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't even go into making guys look like they're from the manchuria era... gee... to rant that much.... i need anger mangagement. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topics hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, it's the weekend. that means no school!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pathetic life i lead. and i want to watch pirates of the carribean. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"There's Jurong point! and there's.... Jurong point!" XD insider joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115288536243363470?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115288536243363470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115288536243363470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115288536243363470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115288536243363470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/07/drainbamaged.html' title='Drainbamaged'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115245111598181895</id><published>2006-07-09T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:25:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosfest '06~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was a cross-dresser. again. whose name i can't remember since i don't remember names easily. =_= and katamari~ and ALOT of bleach (omfg) and Ouran High School (yay! fanservice!). Dan really really really looks like Watanuki. and Ivy does a good Yuuko. Poor Jenova. (i forgot her name too =_=) she stand all day... And! lotsa lotsa emo goths and lolitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O-o er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It seems that there are alot of new people. and lots more are gonna join, apparently. now cosplay isn't that unique/great anymore i suppose... kinda sad. dunno... it just is.... er...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ANYWAY! kudos to the cosplayers~!~!~!~! *fangirls over mokona er i mean XXXHollic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining though so alot of extra people decided to go in. Big crowd, a stupid damn car inside for display when it could be used as walking space(goodness knows we needed that), high volumes... O-o... aiyee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no shinies T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good cosfest i guess.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos&lt;br /&gt;"You're pitiful, you're pitiful, you're pitiful it's true." damn i want that song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115245111598181895?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115245111598181895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115245111598181895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115245111598181895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115245111598181895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/07/cosfest-06.html' title='Cosfest &apos;06~'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30105828.post-115237491295297221</id><published>2006-07-08T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:27:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I can't believe i'm doing this...</title><content type='html'>When the first post is something about FFVII, you know something is TERRIBLY wrong. Not that i mind (in fact, my brain still hasn't connected with the fact that I have a blog. cuz i never thought that i would want one... 0.o) ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: i will not be held responsible for any brain damage whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this applies throughout the whole blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was being fantastically normal (AKA fangirling over FFVII. AGAIN. &gt;_&lt;) and then i think i got too high. Thus this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU KNOW WHEN YOU ARE TOO OBSESSED WITH FFVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You try to cheat during the 2.4km run by using a round sphere/ball/whatever to try and cast Haste on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You try to cheat during exams by using said round thing to cast Sense. 0_0 wish i could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You go wacko when you see a handsome guy. then you sob and cry "NOOO!" (okay...so that didn't really happen. but cloud goes wacko all the time esp around seph anyway...and not to mention i'd emo if i saw a radiant guy anyway...T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You start writing stuff like this. no. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You spend 5 years in secondary school and think that your eyes will start to glow. (yes, the school IS as bad as a lab and Hojo combined.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You name a toothpick the Masamune and go er stabbing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You set your cat's tail on fire (this totally takes the cake... Nanaki! XDXD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You start acting like your friend and when you see said friend you go wacko again and say "Who... am I?" (No, this was so not taken from the Jackie Chan movie, thank you very much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You crash your bike trying to do stunts that are pratically almost impossible to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You run from your Bio teacher. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there were 3 KH ones my brain spewed forth though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you throw your friend into a cess pool and scream, "NO!!! He's taken by the darkness!!!" (confirm chop guarantee he WILL go to the darkness and try to kill you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You see a Big Shiny DoorTM and say "Kingdom Hearts! Come Forth Light!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then it turns out to be the Principal's office and you shriek, "No there's heartless in there too! NOOOOOOO!" and promptly slam the door shut. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much i'm out of whack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...congratulaions, you just made it to the end of the post. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;"So lets talk about you then. The guy from My Chemical Romance called and said he wanted his Emo look back." "Bite me, Cloud." "I thought that was YOUR job." ~ Vincent and Cloud in "Cloud MV" on Youtube. an ala Doctor House. The show rocks, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30105828-115237491295297221?l=crackistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/feeds/115237491295297221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30105828&amp;postID=115237491295297221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115237491295297221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30105828/posts/default/115237491295297221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crackistic.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-i-cant-believe-im-doing-this.html' title='OMG I can&apos;t believe i&apos;m doing this...'/><author><name>Oreos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664909102382228229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
