<?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-19319838</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:08:15.215-07:00</updated><category term='New'/><category term='Niamh'/><category term='HELP'/><category term='Cookies and windows mobile'/><category term='emooo'/><category term='moBlog'/><category term='Fish Fillet'/><category term='Dan'/><category term='rape'/><category term='Falling'/><category term='more falling'/><category term='McDonalds'/><category term='love'/><category term='Sappy'/><category term='Night Drive'/><title type='text'>Instinctive Notions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5057914314915083037</id><published>2010-04-29T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:08:11.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR!</title><content type='html'>Right &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People, I've moved on to another blogging service called Tumblr (if you haven't heard of it already), so, clickity on http://danull.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;New domain woot! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5057914314915083037?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5057914314915083037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5057914314915083037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5057914314915083037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5057914314915083037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/04/tumblr.html' title='TUMBLR!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3439355164770600612</id><published>2010-02-24T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T04:34:42.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niamh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rape'/><title type='text'>NIAMH ATTACKS THE BLOG :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/S4Ucosjs9fI/AAAAAAAAAcI/doOEjbvUNN0/s1600-h/niamhd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441787210228364786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/S4Ucosjs9fI/AAAAAAAAAcI/doOEjbvUNN0/s320/niamhd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NIAMH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That is all. I raped your blog with not a notion what to say, loike, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, I can feel a big blabber &lt;strong&gt;rambling&lt;/strong&gt; session coming on so I'lll stop typing before it get's to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen both sides, and I choose love over anything else&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; you dan, ehhm. On &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt; to you now so I guess I should talk to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Niamh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;xo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3439355164770600612?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3439355164770600612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3439355164770600612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3439355164770600612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3439355164770600612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/niamh-attacks-blog.html' title='NIAMH ATTACKS THE BLOG :)'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/S4Ucosjs9fI/AAAAAAAAAcI/doOEjbvUNN0/s72-c/niamhd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7852002747981038999</id><published>2010-02-19T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:23:37.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laike… PMFG MICROSOFT WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luuulz, ilyyy Nicky, thanks for teaching the nub hao to MS word =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7852002747981038999?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7852002747981038999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7852002747981038999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7852002747981038999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7852002747981038999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/laike-pmfg-microsoft-word.html' title='Laike… PMFG MICROSOFT WORD'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-4360194263033085361</id><published>2010-02-13T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:46:19.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELP'/><title type='text'>Help :(</title><content type='html'>In very traditional asianness, the act of parentals controlling the lives of their offspring is quite common and a major pain in the ass. I was just out in the main hall roughly 5 minutes ago, walking in on my dad and my uncle talking about my future. What did I hear? "I'm thinking of going to the phillipines with Dan and he'll go to one of the universities in Cebu" and I just stood there behind one of the pillars thinking '... Wait, isn't this my life too?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the creation of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents do want the best for their child, but in most instances, they don't know if it is even possible to do it. Like for one; The O' Levels. I was taken away from what I hold dear to me in pursuit of academic success and a 'more recognized qualification'. A tad bit overkill Don'tcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker; I'm to do a 2 year course within a span of 7 months, and I'm to "Focus and put in a lot of effort", and that loosely translates to "Put your social life on hold till its over". I'm sorry but my attention span is terrible as it is, and the only release I get is hanging out with my peeps after school for a bit. But noooo, its full steam ahead with the studying, learning and revision for a 'quick' 7 months. Time passes by fast yes, but its gonna be zonks doing 7 months straight of no social activity or interwebs and stuff like that. Yes people, they're thinking of taking away the interwebs from me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to a certain degree, its understandable, but they didn't have to go overkill on it. Perhaps if they can actually fathom how stressful or hard its gonna be, instead of regretting over their missed chances during their childhood on how they should've done more studying and all that shite and trying to redeem themselves through me, I'd be fine instead of being problematic and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm talking to my mom on MSN. She's under the impression that its something mere tutoring can help me learn. All she thinks is just "You can study and listen well in classes, you'll do well". Honestly... HOW THE FUCK? Sure it makes sense when I put it just like that, but basically, for Irish peeps, think about doing the Leaving Cert in 7 months whereas all the other lads have got like, the past year and 2 months in the bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! I'm just soooo frustrated right now. Iono why I'm doing this through my blog, but if someone has enough balls to explain to my parents that this is a bad idea and going back to Ireland would be a better one, just, please hit me up on msn or something. I'm just feeling really helpless and powerless over my own future right now =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-4360194263033085361?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/4360194263033085361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=4360194263033085361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4360194263033085361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4360194263033085361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-very-traditional-asianness-act-of.html' title='Help :('/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6105779285025398805</id><published>2010-02-12T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:16:02.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish Fillet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sappy'/><title type='text'>Fiish Fillet helps you think :3</title><content type='html'>Its funny how much minute details can bring back some or all memories related to that image. I was listening to some The Fray on a night ride after school to just think and as I stopped at a red light, I let my mind slowly wander around. As I let my eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relax to&lt;/span&gt; stare into the blankness of the night, I refocused my eyes as soon as the lights on the other side of the much empty road start to turn yellow. my first image was a wet patch of grass accompanied by the intro of Never Say Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just rushed back in, and I felt like I wanted to remain in that limbo between alert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; and semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; dream-like state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I could do was smile as I smelt the grass from Summer evenings spent with everything painted in a wonderful pink and gold as I strolled through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Castletown&lt;/span&gt; Park with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Niamh&lt;/span&gt; or perhaps the greens around the playground with peeps pissing myself laughing. Just the little things.&lt;br /&gt;And the main highlight of that evening would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Castletown&lt;/span&gt; house steps in view of the gold-pink bathed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; with the gazebo towards the left where memories have been made, the hills that resembled the Hollywood hills which we have dubbed so. Then towards the left where we know the River &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Liffey&lt;/span&gt; would be, and always be regardless. And to top it all off, the stroll back through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Castletown&lt;/span&gt; forest to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Niamh's&lt;/span&gt; where we just sit and talk about sweet fuck all... Love's a wonderful, terrible thing. Its pure bliss, but it drives you nuts. Especially if you're much of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nut job&lt;/span&gt; beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not too long before I hear blaring horns of a retarded driver who could just reverse and take the other lane considering its a very empty road. I'll consider that a slap real/metaphorical bringing me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say things happen for a reason, and I guess me leaving Singapore paid off after all. But me coming back. There's a reason to that too yes? Its not to have a taste of love and move on - or at least I hope. So far, it proves that the relationship would be more to it than sex no matter how great it is, there's still more to it than that. And also its a test of strength and in my opinion, we're still as hard as a rock. But... It might be fading. Or at least I have this sinking feeling that it is. I do believe its the added pessimism with this train of thought but its nevertheless terrible. And also the pessimism I get from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I don't really mention it to people but I suppose I'll use this as a medium to get it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;accross&lt;/span&gt; to people I'm not that close with. Adults seem to think "Ah, its just normal, first time in love, he'll get over it" But to be honest; would you? Like... Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio is just... Fail as it kinda puts the name of young-love to shame. No wait, I'll take the young-love word back. Love's love yes? Like, yeah... Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ludacris&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Puhleaase&lt;/span&gt;. Just listen to it.  Puts love to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Valentine's day is on Sunday. Fun shite yeah? When you're kinda alone-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, I never ever was alright with someone calling me "theirs". Especially in exclusive relationships. Because I want to be my own person... But now, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;someone's, regardless of the distance&lt;/span&gt; is the only thing that keeps me going these days. Keeps me able to function on 5-6 hours of sleep everyday, and maybe less in order to keep communication going. Communication's crucial peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Blahh&lt;/span&gt;, corny sappy post. I'm just munching on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; after passing the drive-through as I type this. Gotta head home before midnight so, yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; head home now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Fantailyxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6105779285025398805?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6105779285025398805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6105779285025398805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6105779285025398805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6105779285025398805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/fiish-fillet-helps-you-think-3.html' title='Fiish Fillet helps you think :3'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3462101256069034942</id><published>2010-02-05T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:33:01.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you come from a family where your very own respect is based on your academic achievements instead of what you are as a person, you tend to get bombarded by lectures regarding how everyone else goes all over the world and how going to that university would do wonders for the lecturee.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's that dark lil part of it; The green eyed cookie monster that wants the bestest cookies of them all, blinded by jealousy or envy, parents usually stop at nothing in order to attempt to top the other members so that they can go to their little get togethers, they can brag about how their daughter or son is in Switzerland going to some elite academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, academic success does play a crucial role in life, but its not the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; thing in life yes? What about friends? The sense of belonging somewhere? Love? They tend to prioritize academic success over all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, would you be happy if you're wealthy and have an awesome car that turns heads but spend most of your time working to the extent that you rarely get to use your car, or socialize for that matter. I'd rather live in some average house, where my peeps are and with someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being thrown around places in the name of academic achievements basically fails. As soon as you get settled down, you get taken away again and you're like "...Kill me". Just... take the lil things in life and love it like no other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3462101256069034942?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3462101256069034942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3462101256069034942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3462101256069034942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3462101256069034942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-you-come-from-family-where-your.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5111158119526703155</id><published>2010-02-05T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:09:35.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emooo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faaalll! Whoooshhh. Ever wondered what it would be like falling? Like... From a really tall building, then at the last second seem to come to a major halt, then continue falling at the remaining speed landing safely? Well, yeah, if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to being bummed out, I tend to pathetically let myself fall deeper into it. And no, not like a "Ohmygawd, oh the black abyss of emotions" like an emo. Just... Falling, really. And falling deeper usually starts with a routine consisting of; feeling sorry for myself, followed by a pessimistic outlook at the current circumstance then finished with a dash of "FML" for a lil kick to it.&lt;br /&gt;But after the waterworks, don't you feel kinda liberated and ready to take on more shit? I mean, letting it out entirely, or as much as you can till you can't cry no more. Then hope there's someone to catch you when you do hit the floor. Or at least make your landing much safer. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Bring it on bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5111158119526703155?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5111158119526703155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5111158119526703155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5111158119526703155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5111158119526703155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/faaalll-whoooshhh.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2611895797232992074</id><published>2010-02-05T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:28:10.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moBlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>Heyyy noobs and pros alike! its beeen aaages since I posted amirite. Know them itty bittie thoughts at the back of yo head (IS REDICULOUS) where you find near-wisdomish or Confucious-like that you wanted to share with the rest of your peers but fail to bacause you're in the bus standing next to some old lady that's about to drop anyy moment, then when you get home going all "Ah fook" since you forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm reviving this blog with a new kick to it. Posts will be short and sweet and gets to the point. I hope. Unless I decide to share my ways of the ninja and how to kill people as I take a long ass bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either ways, I'm baaaack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2611895797232992074?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2611895797232992074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2611895797232992074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2611895797232992074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2611895797232992074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8856735505283284352</id><published>2010-02-05T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:22:45.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies and windows mobile'/><title type='text'>omnomnom</title><content type='html'>Whooo happyface. Attempted blogging from Windows Mobile noobs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8856735505283284352?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8856735505283284352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8856735505283284352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8856735505283284352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8856735505283284352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2010/02/omnomnom.html' title='omnomnom'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2564395268290596502</id><published>2009-10-18T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:35:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks around* Shi- muh baaad! Sheesh its been a while since the day I figured I'm gonna let this blog crumble to dust and fade into the wondrous oblivion of wasted and oh so unneeded bytes that is &lt;u&gt;teh interwebz&lt;/u&gt;. Just a major case of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CBA's&lt;/span&gt; I'd figure. Then again, come to think about it, its more of a realization that perhaps this blog consists of mostly rants and cheap shots directed at Le Grand Kahuna when things in life try to shove a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;giant watermelon&lt;/span&gt; in your &lt;u&gt;ass&lt;/u&gt;. Its not like the watermelon is a big enough fruit as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda funny (in the comical J.D lets-drift-off-into-dreamland kind) how the simplest of things could bring back memories, be it good or bad, and causing a chain of remembrance which is now called &lt;u&gt;'reminiscing'&lt;/u&gt;. The word has a nice ring don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;... That's pretty much what a huge chunk of this blog contains; reminiscent-worthy memories that I just wanted to relive or perhaps wanted for it to continue. But now I seem to have a more Buzz Lightyear-like approach to things, know that classic quote: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"To infinity(!), and beyond!"&lt;/span&gt;. This wisdom was actually instilled by an amazing person which I will touch(hehe out of context, geddit) on in a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the feckers that read this blog usually ain't online (time zone difference), lets have a minor recap on the summer that just passed. Yes, I am indeed going into details here so if you're just gonna go TL;DR hit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alt+f4 nowww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the advent of a state exam which in my opinion, is the most overhyped up examination history. Its this whole craze about that very day(s) when you enter the exam room feeling that sense of accomplishment having made it that far ready to ace or fail whatever they got to throw at ya. Then the moment of truth, you head in to the general purpose room which was terribly turned into a makeshift exam hall since the school sucked that way. As I stood there, the only thing going through my head was the Pokémon theme tune and plans on how to spend my days of summer inside. Then another thought jumps in; "Wait, this is it? Feels like all past Christmas tests I've ever spent in here". And in essence, it basically is, with the only exception (youuu are... the only exception =D) of that retard you never really liked but he's convinced you're his friend sitting right next to you giving you the odd smirk or thumbs up every 5 secs. followed by a heavily skag-accented "ALRI DANO!".&lt;br /&gt;After the initial zerg of over-hyping the tests just died, it was smooth sailing. With chilling at the greens outside of school, daring friends to do really stupid shit right before an exam like getting stoned or downing 12 cans of cheap ass energy drinks to see how fucked up one can get while we blow through all of them. Basically; summer kinda shiznits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the beginning of it all. You see, back then, I was this kid who decided to spend the remaining of his free time indoors playing ultimately pointless online games for minor social superiority in his small group of nerdy friends. But I blogged as a release for whatever I thought up of in my weird ass head (shhh, normal's overrated). Through the luck of blog cruising a couple of months prior, I came across this blog; Candyshop Cocaine. Whoever that was, I was enthralled by how one person can turn a mundane(sorry Lucy xD) life into something fairly enjoyable to read. After every post, the thought "Needz moar gurlz laike this in Dublin". You see, the reason why I became anti-social was because of my initial year here of hanging around with someone I thought was a close friend, and he was indeed. Its just that from that experience, I realized that around 70% of the population consisted of skags, which just turned me off entirely, and this mysterious blogger was a really nice breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, the blogger went along the lines of looking for someone to talk to or whatnot, and I was just like "Kaykay, why the feck not". We did talk a bit, here and there, till she was like "Danny, come to Celbridge!". I'm not one for real life meet ups and shit like that but I never knew she lived that close. I never really bothered with it until I figured the proximity of it. So I jumped at it. Little did I know, she was gonna be my first proper girlfriend in the history of Danville. Those two weeks were pretty good, even though I didn't see her much. I think I might've mentioned her in much earlier posts, so if you're gonna go all Curiousbear, scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her, me and 3 of my closest friends had a social life for the entire summer for once in a really long time. Previously, all I wanted was to head back to Singapore, and I bitched and whined on how much I wanted to. Now I look back and was like "Wait what? I said that? Really?". I just can't do it now. Previously, things were going well for me like it did in Singapore, then I had to move here. As bitter as I was, I adapted. Now when things are going good here, they want to send me back there... Its just another case of be-careful-what-you-wish-for's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Lucy dumped me, I was obviously pretty down about it. And I (think) kinda pissed her off with my really quick rebound, and to top it all off: with her ex best friend; Fiona. I never did it intentionally, it just seemed to happen like that. So there was that time period where I was trying to get shit right, and kinda failed and got even frustrated and bummed out. Especially that one day where we did talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Came &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Niamh&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my emo mood, this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; haired girl&lt;/span&gt; came up to me and was like "Hey, what's wrong?" and with me in my emo-ish mood, I didn't really wanna talk about it, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there was just something about her&lt;/span&gt; that made me feel more &lt;u&gt;comfortable&lt;/u&gt; and somewhat &lt;u&gt;safe&lt;/u&gt;. So she offered to walk with me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gala&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its basically an European version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leven&lt;/span&gt;) to talk about it. And by then we got acquainted name-wise. That talk really cheered me up for some reason. Like I said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's just something about her&lt;/span&gt;. She had to go around 15 minutes later unfortunately, and about 2 minutes later I was like "Dang, she was a really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person, and its gonna be the last time I'm ever gonna hang out with her =/".&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;delight&lt;/span&gt;, she got my number from Efa later in the evening. With both of us having free texts, we texted like there's no tomorrow. I spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;500&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; texts in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;one week&lt;/span&gt; clearing my mailbox multiple times xD Reading back, there was kinda sub-conscious flirting going on. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I can't flirt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know how to, so it was just kinda there :L And I didn't see her for another week since she was off to Kerry which is like a 4 hour drive away from the main shiz I hang around in. A small bit into the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;texting craze&lt;/span&gt;, I came on the conclusion that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I like her.&lt;/span&gt; Out of the blue I was like "Hey, when you get back, we should hang out :3" and on that very day, I didn't plan on asking her out either, it was more like to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;The good ones are rarely single, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and again&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's something about her&lt;/span&gt;, just something that kinda spurred me on to ask her out much sooner. My method? While she was playing cards with the peeps, I had a quick discussions with the guys, and came on "You go up to her, bend down and just kiss her". As nervous as I was, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the safety of my ass was threatened&lt;/span&gt; since Diarmuid's (pronounced Dermot but with a more Irish take to the spelling) ass slap is a force to be reckoned with &gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made my day&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then began &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Niamh&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of hanging out at the playground doing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fuck all&lt;/span&gt;, we started doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proper &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; stuff&lt;/span&gt;. Headed down to the Liffey (a river that runs through Ireland, and conveniently through Celbridge), played round in forests, pelting swans with rocks, then heading to the local diner to grab some food and rest, then out again. And I went all corny-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;romantica&lt;/span&gt; on the whole take. Throw in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kiss in the river&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;in the rain&lt;/span&gt; on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;basket swing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;watching stars&lt;/span&gt; while lying down on top of a picnic table, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;slow dancing&lt;/span&gt; to songs that play on my phone when I forget to lock it on that very picnic table.&lt;br /&gt;About a week in, my mom with her incredible snooping abilities, found out I have a girlfriend going by the name of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niamh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I was like "Lovely..." and told Niamh xD She didn't have to tell hers too, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but she did anyways&lt;/span&gt;. And that went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty well&lt;/span&gt; with that meet the parents bonanza. I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nervous as fuck&lt;/span&gt; but it turned out nicely =D&lt;br /&gt;We're practically joined at the hip when we do hang out, and her friend Oriana has a plan to surgically seperate us xD Plus, interesting and long phone calls that ride up the bill. I can talk to her about anything it feels so liberating that I didn't feel like blogging, but now I wanna blog because I don't wanna let this crumble.&lt;br /&gt;With the whole shiznit going on, something surprising happened: I fell in love. Its not something I take lightly, hell I even have problems saying that to family, let alone her. Yet things just... Came out. It scared the shit outta me, but yet again comforts me. I'm pretty fucking lucky to have her since she's practically the awesomest person I've ever met (both meanings of met hun =p) and I'm glad she's in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Niamh&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2564395268290596502?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2564395268290596502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2564395268290596502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2564395268290596502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2564395268290596502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/10/rawr-looks-around-shi-muh-baaad-sheesh.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6555654593573204655</id><published>2009-08-12T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:02:25.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Circumstance circumstance circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I do take my midnight walks, things have really gone wrong or my mind's in way too much conflict. This time, it really has…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the advent of a whole new group of friends, I suppose unwanted drama goes in hand. I’m not complaining about drama; social lives aren’t really complete without them, but the unwanted ones on the other hand just takes the piss. It doesn’t help either when feelings for someone come into play. Top it off with major confusion and emotional conflict and a cherry of crappy circumstances which completes the patented crappy Sundae that diner seem to think is ‘the shiznit’ even though nobody ever orders it because it basically fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying this summer sucked, not yet at least, and I’d much rather avoid what seems imminent. Perhaps I’m in a pessimistic mood, so thoughts are really biased right now. This summer has to be the best, and probably the worst thing that happened. “Self contradicting” I hear Sherlock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is scared of relationships right now. I don’t really feel like I want to be one. Because in all fairness, at most times, are they worth the risk?&lt;br /&gt;In current day, I’ve heard about people ending relationships because they seem to be interested in someone else. I thought the point of it was that you actually like a person for who they are and kinda stick with them?&lt;br /&gt;I mean sure, you like someone else during the relationship but I’m pretty sure at any given time, everyone else does. No matter who you’re with, you’re always going to like someone else too. If you say you don’t, its either you’re a liar, or perhaps it’s all in your subconscious. Unfortunately, whenever I do go out with someone, I tend to be the latter. Extra feelings for whoever person may be, just gets redirected into the subconscious. As soon as I’m single, everything kind of just slams into me like a tidal wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk, I type this on my phone. I seem to have retained my awareness from living in Tallaght, where you got to look out for skags which will either go “Here, gis yer phone” or shank you, or both. Then again, the thought “Oh wait, you live in a posh ass area…” comes to mind, I feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t really been myself lately, or have had time to think about what’s up with me. That’s why I haven’t really blogged lately. The random musings in my head usually go somewhere, but now there are no random musings at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Previously, I was a nerd, without much of a life, had a small circle of friends, and didn’t do too well with the ladies (I still don’t). I was actually content with that life up to a certain extent. It was a small yet tight group, we stick through whatever. In simpler terms: Life as a no-life nerd was much easier in the sense that all you had to do is wake up, head online, talk to people that love you unconditionally, kill some shit online, get pissed off at the next noob who couldn’t get a clue, kill more people, hang out in secluded parts of the virtual world with close friends and their in-game alter egos then back to sleep, the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it was luck that out of the blue, paired along with the sudden urge to blog hop any link that I can find on my friends’ blogs that I landed on one that really intrigued me. Reading throughout this person’s posts made me go “Someone like this actually lives in Ireland?” Little did I know, that a month or two later, this person was going to make me one of the happiest people in the world, then the saddest, then back up again in more ways than one. Yes I’m still into you even though there was conflict, bad timing and circumstances; and I apologize for everything. You gave me a life, got me out of my shell and I’m ever so grateful. So here I am, with everything else dropped, all yours. Does what you think is right and tell me whatever direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna go grab breakfast at Dunnes Stores in a bit since its 24 hours and I can’t sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I just need someone that knows me to talk to for opinions. Peeps that read this blog have my msn, hit me up, or call me. Either ways. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6555654593573204655?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6555654593573204655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6555654593573204655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6555654593573204655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6555654593573204655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/08/circumstance-circumstance-circumstance.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1662687636790732557</id><published>2009-07-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:43:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gunz's&lt;/span&gt; show on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Idobi&lt;/span&gt; Radio. I'm Just a Kid by Simple Plan started playing which just brought a smile to my face. Before I could say anything else, DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gunz&lt;/span&gt; just laughed and went "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, this is the song that just makes people go 'I've never heard that in a long FUCKING time' and brings a smile to their face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So great, I've met a good bunch of people, and in a very short time span, and during that time, I got closer to the ones I already knew and also know my blog exists. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, MENTION &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TIMEZ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky: Mr Twin, we're alike in so many ways, especially on the fact that we both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;overthink&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frick&lt;/span&gt;, which would and could be the downfall of this friendship. Nevertheless, we still manage to get by. Keep me same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;moar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Seán&lt;/span&gt;: Music taste person. You were practically my guide to Dublin and/or anything Irish related like slang, socializing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shiznits&lt;/span&gt;. You guided moi through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shiz&lt;/span&gt; all these years, and also you've given me a great music taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;RawrRandomGaryMistress&lt;/span&gt;, you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ultimatlely&lt;/span&gt; random, but can be a good friend to go to whenever needed. Just quit ruining my moments =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Irwan&lt;/span&gt;: I can tell you practically anything, and we confide each other without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;problémo&lt;/span&gt;. We've known each other for a really long while now, and fingers-crossed that we keep it that way till we're eating stuff through a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Keevs&lt;/span&gt;: We've known each other for uh... 3 weeks tops? Yet I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; love you to bits. You look out for me and help peeps regardless of your position, you're caring and I do hope to do the same to you whenever needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gaia&lt;/span&gt;-fag: Another person that keeps me sane. All you did was just tell me "Don't worry, it's gonna be okay" followed by a hug or a kiss melts my worries away and I couldn't care less about anything else. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Shiz&lt;/span&gt; happened between us, but oh well, like I said, sometime in the future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever written above was in drafts for a fairly long while. I tried to put off blogging due to recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;occurrences in my life, so I might as well do something right now to kinda kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've been up for the past 24 hours, and counting, and I'm about to meet up with Fiona and Lowa within the next 4 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Know those moments when you're in dire need of sleep, that you're willing to blow off almost anything just to get that bit of shut eye? Its just those moments of bliss where you're kinda in that limbo between a conscious and unconscious state. And me personally, when I'm in that state, I tend to not have a guard up at all, where anyone can ask me the most personal questions and I couldn't care in the world what the answer was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;You're kinda hoping you did now didn't you =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yeah well its moments like these where I'm really hoping I can. But hey! Life's too short, so is this summer, and its getting shorter by the minute, so why waste what precious time we have left right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So minor update to Danny's love life; I'm single now. I'm not too bummed out about it, but I won't deny it. I won't go into it, but bottom line, I still like the person, but there was just no chemistry there, which I unfortunately admit to. Oh well, shit happens right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At this very moment, my brain's shutting down, its practically screaming "No, fuck off, quit bothering me for articulate shit to write about and get some fucking rest..." which I now will gladly give in to and publish for the sake of publishing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1662687636790732557?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1662687636790732557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1662687636790732557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1662687636790732557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1662687636790732557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/07/listening-to-gunzs-show-on-idobi-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1331055505794483666</id><published>2009-07-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:23:00.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking Back Sunday - Cute Without The 'E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="its about time" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Dits%20about%20time"&gt;Its about time&lt;/leo_highlight&gt; that I actually blogged because I wanted to. Not because I was &lt;u&gt;pissed&lt;/u&gt;, or &lt;u&gt;wanted to get things off my chest&lt;/u&gt;. I just wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I've perhaps had a moment of clarity like this very moment which induces a minor hunger to blog. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOG OR DIE KAI KAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a really long while, my social life basically took off. I've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;new awesome friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and an equally, if not more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; out of it. Goodbye to the summers of either being abroad somewhere with much more awesome weather or just staying inside playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pointless online&lt;/span&gt; games with fellow nerds and nerdettes from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on a hiatus from being outgoing and just being Danny in general which I chose to spend by wasting countless hours online talking to other people from Singapore and my peeps here in Ireland. Either ways, I'm still talking verbally, and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lil' 'me' time&lt;/span&gt; since I've just been way frustrated with myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I just blame the lack of music that gets pumped through my head these past few weeks. Being a self-confessed music junkie, I practically live off it. Its the music (or lack there-of) that's my inspiration for everything I do or say and why I do or say it. And when I lack it, I tend to overthink - - a lot.&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, me overthinking, its a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;curse&lt;/span&gt;, but can also be viewed as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt; since overthinking stuff makes you notice shit that people with a somewhat 'normal' train of thought can't. Its kinda like putting 2 and 2 together but at a much bigger scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; to anyone that found me much of a snooze-fest conversation-wise seeing as I'm just not too well right now.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;on the very day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I started going out with Lucy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Big Kahuna&lt;/span&gt; decided to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pull a fast one on me&lt;/span&gt; yet again by deciding that I'm going back to Singapore within a few weeks. At that very moment, I just felt like a total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dickwad&lt;/span&gt; towards Lucy, and a tinge of regret with the words 'Be careful what you wish for' etched at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sure, perhaps a month or two ago, when I didn't have that many awesome friends, nor have I found a girl that would show a slight interest in me&lt;/u&gt;, I would've went "Sure why not?! Let's get packing!". I guess things change...&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty moody the next few weeks, and I didn't feel like telling anyone about it since I don't wanna make the day feel like a bummer for anyone else, so I just gave the old 'smile 'n' chuckle' followed by a "Nahh, I'm fine =D". I'm sorry to have kept this from some of you guys when you asked, but I do hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;After constant debate with the parentals, I've managed to convince them to let me stay. It comes at a price of minor struggle and hard work. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORTH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I just wanna thank the people that kept me sane during the whole shiz and just being there for me. Either ways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sweet Child of Mine&lt;/span&gt; playing. 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1331055505794483666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-back-sunday-cute-without-e-its.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7330676657406764564</id><published>2009-07-16T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:12:22.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyylooo there she-peeps and gentlepeeps alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; long while since I last updated, and like I said in the previous post, I've got nothing muchos to complain about, and too many things to write about that I just go "Meh, too lazy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a minor update to my life: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan's got a girlfriend!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So he's off the market (not that there is a market for me anyways). Why am I ecstatic about it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Why shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt; You see, this girl ain't one of those random cuties you see on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that does/did read my blog (please find something better to do xD) will recall musings of me whining about the skags (or chavs for future refference) that are everywhere and the ones that are not skags and are pretty nice, are just way outta my league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Screw that&lt;/span&gt;, I landed one that's just waaaay outta my league, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great music taste&lt;/span&gt; (apart from Metro Station), an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome personality&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great writer&lt;/span&gt;, and to top it off: She's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful towards my curiosity when it comes to blog hopping and clicking on that link on Naddie's blog which is practically how I found out girls like her existed, and things went from there.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: &lt;u&gt;I'm lucky :3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her scent rubbed off on me way too much, and I'm not complaining here, but mom was since she got a whiff of it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, watched Harry Potter yesterday, which was also practically my first ever date, and I almost believe everyone watched it on the release day, and to be honest, it wasn't THAT awesome, apart from the things that happened while watching the movie ;)&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't feel right since it lacks the awesome 'pewpew' of wands and epilepsy-fit-causing light flying around the screen due to the spells ricocheting off walls. Now its more of Dan Brown-ish take to it. I suppose that's gonna occur in the last two installments which I hope I'm gonna be here long enough to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny might be leaving Ireland soon, but I just don't since there's just too much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7330676657406764564?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7330676657406764564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7330676657406764564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7330676657406764564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7330676657406764564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyylooo-there-she-peeps-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1780217379832694468</id><published>2009-07-02T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:58:42.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rawr! Heyy guys :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the lack of mah blogging recently. Since its the summer, there's just one too many things happening for me to keep up with writing about.&lt;br /&gt;So a minor heads up, I won't be bothered to blog as much. I've got nothing to complain about too. Well up to a certain point, but still!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to hang with the chickas at Liffey Valley for a bit of a chillout. Y'know; Starbucks, a movie, McDonalds and stuff like that. Little did I know of the berry very evil plans they had in store for me &gt;.&lt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Sk1fpAXBTbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gnF1iAvaNg8/s320/01-07-09_1756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354040690089217458" border="0" /&gt;As you can see, I wasn't too pleased &gt;.&lt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Sk1gCb38E3I/AAAAAAAAAbw/yCvY5kN4Zyw/s320/4808_124676365730_744985730_3431270_1998589_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354041126971773810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or till Lucy was all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMFGG! ITS DANNYYYY! O.O"&lt;br /&gt;*takes picture*&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Sk-0UFNuBAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tg6xSBr4tPQ/s1600-h/Dan+And+Lucy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Sk-0UFNuBAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tg6xSBr4tPQ/s320/Dan+And+Lucy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354696739056911362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She had half her snakebites on. The other half was given to me for the mean time since she just shoved em onto my lips &gt;.&lt; id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1780217379832694468?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1780217379832694468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1780217379832694468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1780217379832694468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1780217379832694468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/07/rawr-heyy-guys-3-i-apologize-for-lack.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Sk1fpAXBTbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gnF1iAvaNg8/s72-c/01-07-09_1756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3122278711319646207</id><published>2009-06-30T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:23:06.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm white, nooooes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Skot2m79R9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QFOE01R3xaY/s1600-h/image-upload-82-785936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Skot2m79R9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QFOE01R3xaY/s320/image-upload-82-785936.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;See Cat, told ya. Now time to get hammered with Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this kid just gave me the middle finger... What is he 3 foot 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3122278711319646207?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3122278711319646207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3122278711319646207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3122278711319646207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3122278711319646207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-white-nooooes.html' title='I&amp;#39;m white, nooooes'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Skot2m79R9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/QFOE01R3xaY/s72-c/image-upload-82-785936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3620165544593345999</id><published>2009-06-27T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:22:00.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the previous post, guess who came on?!&lt;br /&gt;CATTT&lt;br /&gt;Aaand, she be drinkin... :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*katrina&lt;br /&gt;*beautiful name&lt;br /&gt;*katrina's my teacher's name&lt;br /&gt;*: )&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOOL&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*You leik your teacher..&lt;br /&gt;*Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*So shah where you live?&lt;br /&gt;*son.&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*is that suppose to make me go wtf?&lt;br /&gt;*i live in mars with a cricket called bobo&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Eh?&lt;br /&gt;*Sexxxy.&lt;br /&gt;*I live in scotland with a cow called Morrine.&lt;br /&gt;*And I eat haggis yo.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Waiiit&lt;br /&gt;*Guy with red.&lt;br /&gt;*whats yo name?&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*my name&lt;br /&gt;*is shah&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Shah&lt;br /&gt;*Sexy name!&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*i am sexty&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*That's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;**sexy&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*No you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*Megan Fox vs Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Christina.&lt;br /&gt;*Has aids.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*she got the same b'day as me!!&lt;br /&gt;*we are clones of each other in a different time&lt;br /&gt;*: D&lt;br /&gt;*right dan?&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*Totally, she soooo has a penis&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Me and dan has same birthday&lt;br /&gt;*we are clone of each other in a different time&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*march 24?&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Yes.&lt;br /&gt;*Its a sexy day&lt;br /&gt;*xD&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*niecceee&lt;br /&gt;*december 18 is a lusty seductive day&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*Where's my pussy?!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*cause i'll seduce girls in my party&lt;br /&gt;*jyeahhh&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*inbetween your legs?&lt;br /&gt;*Seduce&lt;br /&gt;*Loool&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*No has QQ&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Slipping pills aint flirting&lt;br /&gt;*yo.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*dia dah mabuk xD                          [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She's drunk&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Daan&lt;br /&gt;*haii&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*CAAAAT&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*sial r 2 psl                                                   [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol figures...&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAII&lt;br /&gt;*CAT&lt;br /&gt;*I WUFF YUUU&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*OKAY&lt;br /&gt;*SEXY&lt;br /&gt;*Eww&lt;br /&gt;*Okay sobering up.&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*Yep, tengok lah, mabuk tu                                  [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;See, told ya she's drunk&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*hha sial ah                                                       [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol wtf &gt;.&lt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kk aku nyer turn try                                             [Right, my turn]&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says: *Soberrr up&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says: *&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*pakai i wuff you bende&lt;br /&gt;*oi cat&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*wttff&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*II WUUFF YAAA&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*yousaying&lt;br /&gt;*Eww&lt;br /&gt;*No.&lt;br /&gt;*Fuck off and die plox.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;3. _l_ =",=" id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-dies-&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Get a fucking gf.&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*Nigga its asia&lt;br /&gt;*Hard shit &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*i cant afford this year due to O levels&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt; *LOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*after november&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*You can afford a gf..&lt;br /&gt; [Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt; *That sounds wrong xD&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *thats called a hooker.&lt;br /&gt; --------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *LOVE YOU LONG TIME&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt; *srry fer sayin yr trippin : (&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *Oops wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt; *Cat's secretly a Vietnamese hooker :3&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *Totally.&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*They literally talk like that&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*$50 or gtfo&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *DAN&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt; *whoa&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt; *CAT&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*HOOKER &lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *I LOVE YOU LONGTIME&lt;br /&gt;`Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*dude&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*KK&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt;*I KNOW&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says: *Me and shah are best frands. *k ----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*k shah&lt;br /&gt; *i love that&lt;br /&gt;*im just like saying "shah&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says: *over and over again&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says: *Yeah, Cat be saying his name over and over again :3&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says: *Shush&lt;br /&gt;Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says: *cos im sexy&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *Not like that.&lt;br /&gt; *No. Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt; *iam * sexy&lt;br /&gt;*i rr rr&lt;br /&gt;the sex Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt; *NNo you're not.&lt;br /&gt; *)=&lt;br /&gt;Shoryuken Shah  shesbuyingmeafrappe : D says:&lt;br /&gt;*aww u havent seen me yet.&lt;br /&gt;*cos if you do&lt;br /&gt;*u will not take your eyes away frm meh&lt;br /&gt;*: )&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*... *I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;[Dannysaurus] says:&lt;br /&gt; *LOOOL&lt;br /&gt;Cat (= - Garden Tewl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*unless you're like...&lt;br /&gt;*Ehhhh *Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;*Rob Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;*K eww I sound like a fucking fan girl&lt;br /&gt;**shoots self* &lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3620165544593345999?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3620165544593345999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3620165544593345999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3620165544593345999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3620165544593345999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-previous-post-guess-who-came-on.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6357225318817991609</id><published>2009-06-27T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:44:39.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawrrr</title><content type='html'>Oh lookie! You made it through the Meatspin trap!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmh, well some brahs be bitchin bout me, about how "gay" the shit I write is, well, why the hell you reading it then? Orr, it could be, you're just too emotionally fucked up or insecure to actually share how you would feel in words. So there's whatever Meatspin is. Tbh, I've never been Meatspinned, its just something I was told to put as a redirection for them fags, I'm curious, but the reaction I've seen was horrible, so, not happening :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for leaving this blog dead as I've been heading out more, so I just snap shit from my phone and chuck em here so that you can have a gist of what I'm up to: Just meeting new people, chilling with them, getting to know them. Well, its a pre-requisite I have to fill in my to-do list before I leave Ireland since it might be either much earlier or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you ladies say we guys are more confusing exclusive relationship-wise?&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you have &lt;u&gt;no fucking idea&lt;/u&gt; how much you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overestimate&lt;/span&gt; us. We're actually simple, yet complicated beings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How boutchu guys huuuh?&lt;/span&gt; You're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muchos&lt;/span&gt; more confusing than we can ever get. Its; mixed signals, thrown in with hormones, and everything nice with Chemical "Bitch" as a topper. I'm not saying all of the above comes out during the moment of truth. Y'all can be nice when you are, soft and cuddly too.&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as a bunny with a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glock"&gt;GLOCK&lt;/a&gt; tucked somewhere in its fur ready to shoot you in the ass as soon as you bend over. A GlOCK's reliable, easy to use, and can perform under extreme circumstances. Basically, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're a walking &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trump card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; equipped with everything that's anything to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;obliterate&lt;/span&gt; the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;And when under pressure from the opposite sex, you just use &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;emotional warfare&lt;/span&gt;: The one thing we all dread. Thus the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perform under &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;extreme&lt;/span&gt; circumstances&lt;/span&gt;" part.&lt;br /&gt;You can make us feel like total dicks when we have done nothing wrong, confuse us to oblivion, then be all nice to us later on. Its like sleeping with ear-plugs through a tornado. The big swirley thing obliterates everything around you while you sleep soundly. Then wake up sleeping on what's left on your bed thinking "THE FUCK WENT ON HERE?!". The damage was done, but you don't really realise it till it hits you square in the noggin saying "Hey wake up and smell the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; dickwad!". Then sure, its over, you rebuild shit, waiting for the next disaster to hit as you sit in a corner in foetal position rocking back and forth muttering &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"There's no place like home..."&lt;/span&gt; over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Then it gets to the point where you go "Know what? Fuck this..." and move to another almost disaster-free "state"(analogy for a new girl). Why "almost"? Because in all fairness, no relationship is perfect, there's always ups and downs, but if you can grit your teeth and pull through and willing to stay for it, that's what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this rant? I don't need one! But I'll give it anyways; Dannysaurus is in like with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Not love no, love is a bit too strong, and I'm not getting there anytime soon, but I'd be thankful if I do.&lt;br /&gt;Either ways, Dannysaurus is in like, a very strong like, and he just doesn't know what the frick to do, because this girl is just something else. Not those randoms cuties you see on the street.&lt;br /&gt;So Dannysaurus is confused as he thinks she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; like him, but more as a friend instead of something else, but other people say otherwise. What if Dannysaurus does something that will insinuate that Dannysaurus likes her and she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; feel the same way? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There goes a friendship with an amazing girl&lt;/span&gt;. Dannysaurus wants summer love, so he'll see where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Wish Dannysaurus luck!&lt;br /&gt;Peace guys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6357225318817991609?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6357225318817991609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6357225318817991609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6357225318817991609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6357225318817991609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/rawrrr.html' title='Rawrrr'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2684890316766844534</id><published>2009-06-23T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:43:19.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkF2pvWaRNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hx6cp3yruyM/s1600-h/image-upload-62-798467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkF2pvWaRNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hx6cp3yruyM/s320/image-upload-62-798467.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh lewk! Nicky's on the working side of the screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2684890316766844534?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2684890316766844534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2684890316766844534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2684890316766844534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2684890316766844534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-lewk-nickys-on-working-side-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkF2pvWaRNI/AAAAAAAAAbI/hx6cp3yruyM/s72-c/image-upload-62-798467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2876192232576303414</id><published>2009-06-23T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:42:26.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkF2cSC-XrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UMKVSpOOt2U/s1600-h/image-upload-76-745007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkF2cSC-XrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UMKVSpOOt2U/s320/image-upload-76-745007.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2876192232576303414?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2876192232576303414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2876192232576303414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2876192232576303414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2876192232576303414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/ports.html' title='Ports'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkF2cSC-XrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UMKVSpOOt2U/s72-c/image-upload-76-745007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7653171759333579691</id><published>2009-06-22T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:53:04.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkAnb9-4LBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bMoFWojKryA/s1600-h/image-upload-5-783593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkAnb9-4LBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bMoFWojKryA/s320/image-upload-5-783593.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7653171759333579691?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7653171759333579691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7653171759333579691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7653171759333579691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7653171759333579691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SkAnb9-4LBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bMoFWojKryA/s72-c/image-upload-5-783593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7878640323974043704</id><published>2009-06-16T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:51:39.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dannysaurus is on his way to Belfast. Oh noes, not in the Republic no mores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a 3 hour journey so I will be half asleep and when I get there, no more MSN for me(stoopid roaming). At least I've got Death Cab For Cutie albums to entertain me while I cam-whore oh so slightly at the back with my epic fail rawr face =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not bloging much lately, just Dannysaurus isn't in the mood to do so. But thanks to Gary I'm in a slightly happier tone. Just tag, and whenever I can check my blog through a computer, I will go to j0o blog and say hi too! Plus I gotta catch up on your blogs. Much reading to do... Yes, much much reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a post in the making somewhere in my very vast "drafts" folder. Somewhere ~shrug~&lt;br /&gt;When I'm at a computer, I'll fo sho edit it, so lay off pestering Dannysaurus for now mmkay :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7878640323974043704?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7878640323974043704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7878640323974043704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7878640323974043704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7878640323974043704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1948909373814606885</id><published>2009-06-13T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:42:14.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting all touristy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SjQrRbFRxvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3NTDNXP-EmQ/s1600-h/image-upload-66-733696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SjQrRbFRxvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3NTDNXP-EmQ/s320/image-upload-66-733696.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Upcoming post, just a bit too hyper to blog right now. Gonna edit them lat0r with a bunch of pikchurs mmkay? Its just I don't blog well if I'm hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1948909373814606885?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1948909373814606885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1948909373814606885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1948909373814606885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1948909373814606885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/acting-all-touristy.html' title='Acting all touristy'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SjQrRbFRxvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3NTDNXP-EmQ/s72-c/image-upload-66-733696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5677119647175436892</id><published>2009-06-09T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:56:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tiramisu effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Si7idZcoptI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hruHc6wdjw0/s1600-h/image-upload-443-712976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Si7idZcoptI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hruHc6wdjw0/s320/image-upload-443-712976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Herrow randoms, e-stalkers and my oddball circus of friends! Just trying to squeeze in that post before the end of the day, and trying to make it a point doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Tiramisu just knocked off cheesecake in my "OMG I'M SO FUCKING HYPER BECAUSE ITS AWESOME" list. And no Lucy, straight men love themselves some cheesecake too! But dang, it got me singing songs from my entire "Dannysaurus"(NO STFU) playlist on my iPod, and that's the most cheery of my vast sea of playlists across 10 different genres!&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisuuuuu :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add a tad bit more of yesterday, I spent a good bit trying to convince SOMEONE(dun dun dun...) that I won't take my shirt off and take a pic of myself for her sake.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I envy about chicks, they can ask a member of the opposite sex to do stuff like that without getting weird looks or anything, the male usually obliges because of your hocus-pocus vodoo thingy. But if a guy has a similar request, you're just gonna leave a deep imprint of your hands on our faces =\&lt;br /&gt;Horny bish x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand, well, my aunt died. I'm a realist in a sense, and personally, I do believe it was her time, and it actually meant well for her. You see, she was almost blind, and had some kidney disease so she was to be carried to a dialysis centre every other day. The sweetest part about it is, for the past 3 or so years prior to her death, my uncle lovingly carried her, and I don't mean figuratively, in the literal sense, carried her up to the dialysis centre's every "other day" for très years without a single thought. Now that's love. The very same love I would like to share with that somebody in the VERY distant future. Either ways, R.I.P Aunt Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, consuming a bottle of red bull, or any of its generic variants during a state exam is a big no-no. You will get hyper. Really really hyper. Its like I'm an hour into the exam looking at the bottle in my hand with it shaking due to the amount whatever the hell's in there. As my eye's widened at minor shock as I read the bottle's contents. It contained a minimum of 170% of the daily amount you should consume of whatever energy inducing nutrient it is! As a dude, I rarely notice this shit, but due to the sudden burst in energy, I finished my paper amazingly quickly and went on over analyzing stuff around me. And "stuff around me" included the bottle which I scrutinized every single inch of it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna squeeze in like 30 more minutes of History for the test tomorrow before I my eyes start closing involuntarily. Anywho, peace out guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5677119647175436892?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5677119647175436892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5677119647175436892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5677119647175436892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5677119647175436892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiramisu-effect.html' title='The tiramisu effect'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Si7idZcoptI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hruHc6wdjw0/s72-c/image-upload-443-712976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-550217082072054681</id><published>2009-06-08T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:57:39.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The towel dry dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Si2MN6vNcwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qiq7INe5Mfs/s1600-h/image-upload-382-799141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Si2MN6vNcwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qiq7INe5Mfs/s320/image-upload-382-799141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know, I actually achieved that with a towel dry, nothing else. Similar to my much older hairstyle: ruffle it with my hands, shake my head like them dogs do, then got the fuck out. Which resulted in what would resemble a 70s afro gone emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of emo... The previous post... Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;You see, its just one of those days(or couple of days) where everything, down to minute details, just went terribly wrong, which is then topped off by issues with the big kahunas of the house, a.k.a my parents. It may appear as something minor but it runs deep, so that kinda took the cake. So I just... Flipped really.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm regretting the absence of a laptop. Then again, now I figure, I don't really need it that much. My phone has practically everything I need for a fairly active social life, albeit my love of online games and the lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to thank you guys for the awesomesauce words that you said, they really mean a lot, and made me realize how much I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the blog ain't going down after all, just perhaps a new link, might use the default skin and make it open to the entire Blogger community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny doesn't enjoy being called Danny, unless you can pull it off well, I would've made an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It recently came to my attention that some pricks were picking on a fellow acquaintance, or friend(if he allows me to address him as such) just because of his sexual orientation. Beforehand, dude, I'd like to apologize for being a total dick to you back then because of the same reasons, but in time I learned to be tolerable of other people's differences and be more accepting, I was a kid back then knowing no better. Back on topic, seriously, why the hell would you even care if he's different? Perhaps you're just over-compensating for your insecurity of being straight by picking on someone that is secure about his sexual orientation be it gay or straight. Either ways, screw those guys (not like that)! Be whatever you are, I'll support you since you're true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social life hasn't really been alive lately, with the advent of exams and everyone I know being stuck in them, it never really has a chance to flourish. You know how I complained about wanting new friends? Well, apparently all I had to do was ask. I asked Jake and he was pretty cool about it, so hooray! A new circle of people with lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched one of those cliche love stories aired in the 1980s, where love actually kept its beauty, between teens coming to Europe for the summer, then they fall for one of the locals etc, you know the drill. Then I start thinking; Since this is my first summer stuck in Ireland, why the hell can't I find a decent Irish girl, and spend the summer in that bliss?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know, cheesy and unexpected of me but dang... All I see on the streets are the 'How-yis' and skangers trying to be 'gangsta' and end up with shitty music taste involving any artist that would give these people hope of producing a first Irish rapper known worldwide. Wannabes...&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the chicks with any decent music taste gone? I'm the guy that will try anything once, so I have a versatile taste in music.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I've met a fair bit people on the internet, and I spoke to a good few of them verbally, and still do on a regular basis, but there seems to be this mental block I have when I seem to fancy someone by that means. Its just... Well, as wise Jake once said, the point of being in a relationship is to achieve that sense of closeness and intimacy with your other half. By being more than 400 miles away, doesn't that defeat its purpose?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Big Kahuna up there has a good sense of humor. Lets break this shit down&lt;br /&gt;There's a match for everyone out there right?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna position you on... This side of the world, and... Your better half on the opposite end, then I'll watch you flip out on how awesome she is yet unobtainable!"&lt;br /&gt;Hur-fucking-hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is tired, and greatfull towards his fate for allowing him to meet and have such great caring friends. Its an odd bunch, but I freakin love you guys to the very core since we all work well with one another. I'm tired, and have a big test tomorrow, wish me luck peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-550217082072054681?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/550217082072054681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=550217082072054681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/550217082072054681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/550217082072054681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/towel-dry-dilemma.html' title='The towel dry dilemma'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/Si2MN6vNcwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qiq7INe5Mfs/s72-c/image-upload-382-799141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1024706844326261747</id><published>2009-06-05T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:40:51.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML...</title><content type='html'>Too emo, sorry for the cause to worry guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1024706844326261747?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1024706844326261747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1024706844326261747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1024706844326261747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1024706844326261747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/fml.html' title='FML...'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5656953742266081705</id><published>2009-06-04T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:01:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and communication</title><content type='html'>Know how you women complain about your other half, be it your boyfriend or husband, on the fact that "They don't talk"? Or maybe how men are retarded at much more meaningful communication in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, its kinda just... There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in general, just seem to find an excuse not to converse verbally, more through "intuitive" and "complex" hand signals (,,|,,) and minor grunts which can range from "Hey dude, what's goin on? What's the deal with that new chick?" to "Dude fuck off, can't you see I'm eating pizza here?". All in one swift motion, yes. That's a trait acquired from the stone age. While the women stayed at camp gathering the stuff, talking, communicating, we were out hunting for food. In most cases, boars. And during the hunt, silence is crucial to your tribe going to sleep with a happy tummy or starving. So how did they communicate? One simple motion; Point at the boar, then make a swift horizontal motion near your neck to say "You shoot boar. Boar die. Boar no die, shoot more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when men go into the bathroom to do whatever he wants to do, we keep everything quiet. Its an unspoken rule, that&lt;br /&gt;-you do not speak to another man while taking a piss&lt;br /&gt;- face forward, don't look the fuck around, nor at the direction of his penis&lt;br /&gt;- do not make eye contact&lt;br /&gt;- only speak when out of the bathroom or cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;- Flash photography not allowed :3&lt;br /&gt;- You do not loiter inside the bathroom if you have no other business to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls on the other hand, talk in the bathroom, or at least that's what I was told. They share cosmetics, and all that girly stuff. Plus! Its a perfect opportunity for them to cam-whore too. How do I know? I was left waiting outside for 15 minutes while my ex and her BFF's cam-whore and said stuff about me. Well hey, Danny got slightly curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sense of insecurity and fear of vulnerability is what makes men in general such handicaps when it comes to communication, especially with the opposite sex. It's in most cases, the guy trying to act as close as possible to the pre-defined mold that was determined by women, then re-enforced by the media, as a perfect or interesting guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help hopeless men. (Not a firm believer, just fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaaank yew Lucy for inspiring me to blog about this, soooo *giefs credits*. Not fancy enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Danny is fairly tired (nevar call meh Danny cae cae?!) so its either I add more tomorrow morning, or I don't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5656953742266081705?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5656953742266081705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5656953742266081705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5656953742266081705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5656953742266081705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/men-and-communication.html' title='Men and communication'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5167382964340704892</id><published>2009-06-04T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:12:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 on a Thursday afternoon can have its consequences. Nevertheless, sorry I've not been blogging much lately, I just have nothing much to say, or I just don't have the time. Either ways, quit hitting me &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summer hair&lt;/span&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the previous post; We had an English exam throughout the day, 2 and a half hours each, and a 2 hour break in between. Sweet right? Since Al's house is the closest, and his rents ain't home, we went there to kick back and play a lil' Burnout on his Ps3, you know, guy stuff. With Liam there, its bound to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;So around 15 mins in, Al ran up to his room, came down a minute later with a "suspicious" bag. I thought "Lol dude, no fucking way...". He opened it; ta-dah! Weed! Well, shit weed anyways. I took around 2 puffs and no effect &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know, don't do drugs and all that, or at least not anymore, but its kinda that social thing we do without really thinking. Know? Don't be hatin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to an entire The Academy Is album like, 3 times now. Its ultimately rare to find an artist that can produce an album whose songs are bearable, or even likeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hair cut recently, and I DESPISE it! Its just... Too short. Short as in the "I've-never-spiked-my-hair-in-my-entire-life-but-now-I-can-spike-it" kinda short. Anywho, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/359/dsc00648sqm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/359/dsc00648sqm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A catch up from what's happened, a new addition to mah contact list: Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;You see, she was really emo one day and blogged about "shutting down herself". I figured I might give someone a helping hand from someone that's felt the same way before. Thaaaankfully she saw how emo that was beforehand. Though, I do apologize for not being a good conversation carrier because I've been having a mental block that's gonna fail me in English this week... And no, you're not a wallflower &gt;.&lt; math ="/" id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5167382964340704892?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5167382964340704892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5167382964340704892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5167382964340704892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5167382964340704892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-sunday-morning-by-maroon-5.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7796994405029062969</id><published>2009-05-24T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:36:00.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Lay Awake In Lust</title><content type='html'>Summer's here! School's out!&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless! Then again I have my Junior Cert to look forward to... I can't wait to fail! I really can't! No seriously, its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the things I listen to on a daily basis, Jason Mraz wouldn't really fit in all snuggly with the rest of my music collection. Its that oddity that everyone has as a human being. Normal's overrated! As much of a nerd as I am, and my knowledge of how anything remotely technological works, I still prefer to think there are little live versions of the artists in my playlist chillin out in some odd place inside my iPod. It's like, Papa Roach + Rise Against + Jason Mraz + Semi-hardcore rockers is not a very wise combination. Giving ol' Jason weird looks and starting fights and stuff(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*shrug*&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to social lives, there is always drama in good doses, but it just irritates me when drama goes out of hand just because some prick wants to make their lives interesting at the cost of others because their life is so mundane that he/she has to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to life, I think everyone should go through the following&lt;br /&gt;-First date&lt;br /&gt;-The desire to run away with someone you 'love'&lt;br /&gt;-First kiss&lt;br /&gt;-A first motorized transportation, a bike(motorbike) or a car&lt;br /&gt;-First Job&lt;br /&gt;-First deep moment&lt;br /&gt;-Firsts in general and all the cliches that come with life.&lt;br /&gt;-First time getting your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;-First time getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;-First time getting high&lt;br /&gt;All these shapes you as a person throughout life depending on your reaction towards that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, at some point, there is such thing as having "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;" friends. I'm at the point where I have to start taking shit in life much more seriously, and organizing every bit of my life so that I'm "fair" to my friends by hanging out with them equally so that one doesn't get too pissy whenever I'm busy and they go "Yeah but you hang out with him/her more than you do with me..." and you know you didn't mean to and end up feeling like a total dick throughout the day. I should narrow the amount of friends I have. Tbh I think it'd be better having that small group of friends you can really trust instead of a much larger group which you can't really trust THAT much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, summer's here, and I've been getting spammed to get my ass back to Singapore, but here's the bad news; I doubt its happening. Its either I'm going to Italy or France for the summer, and to be honest, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't really mind all too much&lt;/span&gt;. More of Europe seems pretty fine to me. Cute girls there too, do the math. Its summer, in one of the most romantic places to be, a cute Italian/French girl, and I'm within the vicinity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess what?!&lt;/span&gt; I gave up fags for like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I hope)! During those midnight walks I take to clear my head and try to sort my issues out, I saw this dude at around 1+am. Homeless obviously, but still awake looking pretty troubles. I always carry a pack of cigs with me. Its that "if the world's gonna end" mentality, I wanna have that last drag before whatever it is gets me. But getting back on topic, he looked troubled, had obvious signs of a smoker. What did I do? I gave him an entire unopened pack and walked away with him screaming "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHEERS MATE! I FOOKIN LOVE YE&lt;/span&gt;!". He needed it more than me, so meh. The significance is that, I walked away feeling pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indifferent&lt;/span&gt; to the situation, meaning I don't care, thus I concluded I'm off it for ever. Or at least till something fucked up happens in my life that will drive me to go to that for minor comfort, which seems pretty soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, re-reading this, I don't think its viable to have Jason Mraz as my blogging music since its just way peppy! Blogging is my outlet for my slightly deeper or even troubling issues but its hard to think about them with these lyrics playing through my head =) Looks like I found my new drug, at 4.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours I'm gonna have to head in to school even though its only open because summer exams are going on to hand in my project brief for my technology practical. A minor percentage given before I even sit the exam is so worth it, so might as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, peace ho's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7796994405029062969?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7796994405029062969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7796994405029062969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7796994405029062969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7796994405029062969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-lay-awake-in-lust.html' title='We Lay Awake In Lust'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8483569730681860169</id><published>2009-05-19T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:47:35.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its odd when you relate to shit "back then", its uhm... Awesomesauce, I'd add more but I'm just gonna publish this so Cat can see it. Kthx. Add more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Nicky is MY bish. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Wave&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Heeeerrows&lt;br /&gt; What's goin on girl?&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt; Just patching&lt;br /&gt; How's the reformating?&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Brilliant&lt;br /&gt; Things are running smooth as sto0f&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; You downloading patches?&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Noes, didn't I tell you I ain't WoW-ing for a fair bit?&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; No lol..&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I DID&lt;br /&gt; Listen woman&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NO YOU DIDNT.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Lewk at chat logs&lt;br /&gt; K&lt;br /&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol later.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; fien, but yah, I had to study&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; )=&lt;br /&gt; My exams are almost over.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Likewise, well somewhat&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; 3 more left.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt;  /hate&lt;br /&gt; Mine hasn't even started&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol owned.&lt;br /&gt; Sucks to be you.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Did I mention you're awesome?&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; No Dan, you didn't. )=&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Good&lt;br /&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Mah shoupz account is broke.&lt;br /&gt; Saying my password is incorrect when it's not..&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Its called Karma&lt;br /&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; It's called being a bitch D=&lt;br /&gt; Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; HILARY FTW&lt;br /&gt; K&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Is quoting Hilary Duff songs )=&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt; Bunch of faggots.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; NO U&lt;br /&gt; I WAS 11!&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; No you fail.&lt;br /&gt; Hilary is a hateful hag that needs to diie&lt;br /&gt; Kthnx &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; How so besh&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Dont like her.&lt;br /&gt; Catriona (=             -             Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase                says:&lt;br /&gt;*Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;*I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES&lt;br /&gt;*LIKE SERIOUS LIKE RABIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; You don't like almost about every female sing0rz&lt;br /&gt; and lawl&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; I like.&lt;br /&gt; Lily allen, Katy perry, Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt; Just all the hos&lt;br /&gt; Like Britney&lt;br /&gt; And Hilary.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt;  /facepalm&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna set my priest on yew&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt; Dman&lt;br /&gt; fail.&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Mhmm&lt;br /&gt; Face&lt;br /&gt; K&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt;          Catriona (=             -             Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase                says:&lt;br /&gt;*NICKY KISSED A BOY AND HE LEIKED IT&lt;br /&gt;*DISCUSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ^ true  story.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Its either he kissed a dude in WoW or he didn't&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; )=&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Quit brainwashing him!&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Shush you.&lt;br /&gt; I hate Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Whai o.O&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; He likes Cascada.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Set lise's slap macro on him&lt;br /&gt; I mean, she's bearable&lt;br /&gt; Thats all&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Liking her on the other hand, is a feat of fail&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt; She's a skank.&lt;br /&gt; Admit it.&lt;br /&gt; You know she is.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Never seen her music videos, or I can't recall it, but whatever, it just reminds me of the music retards at school listen to&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt; The one's that think they're all bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Pff&lt;br /&gt; Its gay ass music&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Naw it's all the freaks.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I once heard a sped up version of Don't Wanna Miss a Thing and was all "WTF?! Its fekin ruined..."&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; WTF&lt;br /&gt; WTF&lt;br /&gt; WTF&lt;br /&gt; WTF&lt;br /&gt; WTF&lt;br /&gt; SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I know...&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NO&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Whut?!&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; THIS IS SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; *srsface*&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NNICKY HAS NEVER SEEN THE LION KING.&lt;br /&gt; OMG&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Oh, yeah, he tolds me&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; He hasn't watched Cartoon Network either&lt;br /&gt; Only Nickelodeon&lt;br /&gt; For like, ever.&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; )=&lt;br /&gt; FREAKZ&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt; Trufax&lt;br /&gt; He's gotta learn teh sto0f we learnt when we were kids&lt;br /&gt; Like; don't play with lions near cliffs&lt;br /&gt; Black lions are mean, white lions are good&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt; Racism in a kids movie&lt;br /&gt; )=&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Mhmm&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Awful.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and Dumbo; ELEPHANTS CANNOT FUCKING FLY&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; I've never seen that.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; And bubble figures that move at free will is scary&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; My mum wouldn't let me watch it.&lt;br /&gt; Apparently lol it was too sad.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol why o.O&lt;br /&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt; Kinda&lt;br /&gt; *shrug*&lt;br /&gt; I liked it&lt;br /&gt; BAMBI&lt;br /&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; BAMBI &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt; I asked my mum if she'd buy me bambi for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt; When I was like 3.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Awww, I wanted a Toy Story figure xD&lt;br /&gt; I got Buzz Lightyear&lt;br /&gt; Twas uuuuuber&lt;br /&gt; I could fire forks from his launchers xD&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt; No i wanted Bambi&lt;br /&gt; As in the actually deer&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Like, a real dear?&lt;br /&gt; *deer&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt; Like the actually bambi&lt;br /&gt; I thought it was real lol.&lt;br /&gt; Actual*&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol, buy a deer and name it Bambi&lt;br /&gt; Lolwhat?&lt;br /&gt; Win moar&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; We all thought everythig unreal was totally real at some stage&lt;br /&gt; Still, forks + Buzz Lightyear&lt;br /&gt; My cat was traumatized&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt; FINDING NEMO.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; HELL YEAH&lt;br /&gt; No waits, Shark Tale&lt;br /&gt; I remember McDonalds having a Finding Nemo ice cream and McFlurry&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt; Shark tale was meh.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Prefferences&lt;br /&gt; Monster's Inc&lt;br /&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; OMG&lt;br /&gt; THAT IS WIN&lt;br /&gt; BOO &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Mhmm&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Mike&lt;br /&gt; SULLY&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Mike r ftw&lt;br /&gt; Boo = OMG CUTE&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Yah&lt;br /&gt; A WHOLE NEW WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; ALADDIN&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; A NEW FANTASTIC POINT OF VIEW.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; WIN&lt;br /&gt; The tig0r was awesumsauce&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; HERCULES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; YUS&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; HERCULES&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; IM GUNNA WATCH THAT TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Way head of ya&lt;br /&gt; Torrenting Lion King nao &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt; I have it on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; But but, Hercules, that was awesome&lt;br /&gt; I bought the shield and sword thingy xD&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Seen Lion King 2?&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Noes&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Send me a link to the torrent or whatever.&lt;br /&gt; I lost mah dvd.&lt;br /&gt; Lion King 2 is awesomez.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Noe spoilz it fer me&lt;br /&gt; I r watshchshch it lat0rz&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Kaira.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; NO&lt;br /&gt; HUSH&lt;br /&gt;  /block&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Simba's child&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; No wait, actually I watched it&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; DECEPTION BETRAYAL&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Lolol&lt;br /&gt; DISGRACE&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; HE HAS FORSPOKENT HE MOMENT HE CAME.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Win more xD&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Naw.&lt;br /&gt; Its lion king 2&lt;br /&gt; havent seen it in years.&lt;br /&gt; I'm watching it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; It was like, white girl likes black guy, then white girls parents is like all "OMG WTF NEWB /DENIED!"&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; LITTLE MERMAID&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; I LOL'D.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Under da seaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Why am I capzing?&lt;br /&gt; )=&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; BECAUSE I IS&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I swear that song was in my head for ages&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NEED MOAR DISNEY&lt;br /&gt; SNOW WHITE&lt;br /&gt; CINDERLA&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt; The top 3&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; CINDERELA&lt;br /&gt; BEAUTY AND THE BEAST&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; OMG&lt;br /&gt; THE SONG&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; The little danceing tea pot. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I CAN PLAY THAT ON PIANO&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; REALLI&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; YUS YUS&lt;br /&gt; I did that for show and tell when I was 11&lt;br /&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt; All to impress this girl, ruflz&lt;br /&gt; http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/4810244/The_Lion_King%5BDVDRip%5D%5B1994%5D&lt;br /&gt; ^ Thar&lt;br /&gt; Gogo&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; LOl.&lt;br /&gt; I'm on mute.&lt;br /&gt; atm.&lt;br /&gt; Oh nvm&lt;br /&gt; Shh&lt;br /&gt; I was failing&lt;br /&gt; didnt read it.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; It nawt muvee&lt;br /&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; How long will it take?&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Iono, looking at the amount of seeders, 2 hours tops&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; I might just watch it on a website.&lt;br /&gt; Stream.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Streams fail, mmkay&lt;br /&gt; Its all messed up&lt;br /&gt; Torrent is teh way&lt;br /&gt; Especially for old movies.&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Meh&lt;br /&gt; I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Trust me, I'm asian, I get pirated sto0f all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; D&lt;br /&gt; A&lt;br /&gt; N&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt; WE FORGOT THE JUNGLE BOOK&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; HOW THE FRICK&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; i KNOW )=&lt;br /&gt; Lol i was 3 when the Lion king came out.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; This conversation just inspired me on something to blog&lt;br /&gt; I luff yew&lt;br /&gt; I was uhm&lt;br /&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt; Lol&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt; Send meh the link&lt;br /&gt; When you're done, k?&lt;br /&gt; DId you block my drunken conversations )=&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I'll just paste the whole freakin convo&lt;br /&gt; I will, lol&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Actually&lt;br /&gt; do eet&lt;br /&gt; Give me some laughs.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Teh whut?&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; http://www.watch-movies-links.net/movies/the_lion_king/&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; And uh, I r just pasting this convo&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; I meant the drunken ones.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Uhm, lolol FIEN&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; It'll be funny I love laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt; Takes a while for it to become funny though &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; FUCK&lt;br /&gt; I HATE YO&lt;br /&gt; OMG OMGOM OMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt; IREFORMATTED&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; WUT LOL?&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; NO CHAT LOGS&lt;br /&gt; OMG&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; QQ&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; QQQ&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q_Q&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; Q&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt;  (          &lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol win.&lt;br /&gt; I have a bottle of Jack Daniels.&lt;br /&gt; In mah room.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; NOT NOW&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Saving it for a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; LOW BATTERY&lt;br /&gt; YES&lt;br /&gt; GOOD GIRL&lt;br /&gt; I luff yew&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol..&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Fail quality bish&lt;br /&gt; Torrent it&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Naw&lt;br /&gt; I'm too lazy&lt;br /&gt; I think I'll go buy it lol.&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; ^&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; It's up in the loft&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Teh whut?&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Like the loft loft not mah room.&lt;br /&gt; Nvm lol.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt;  /facedesk&lt;br /&gt; Buy eet&lt;br /&gt; "remastered in blue-ray"&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; *blu&lt;br /&gt; Do eet&lt;br /&gt; Then like, go into one of the many unbooked hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt; And snuggle up with hot chocolate, and watch Lion King&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; O&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt; I'm doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; SPAM&lt;br /&gt; FACe&lt;br /&gt; IN TEH FACE&lt;br /&gt; SPAM&lt;br /&gt; SPAMSPAM&lt;br /&gt; SPAM&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt; KEK&lt;br /&gt; SPAM&lt;br /&gt; IWAS TOLD TO DO SHITS&lt;br /&gt; BLAME NICKY&lt;br /&gt; SPAM&lt;br /&gt; SPAM&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt; HI&lt;br /&gt; CAT&lt;br /&gt; DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Nicky's killing me.&lt;br /&gt; DAN&lt;br /&gt; IS A FAG&lt;br /&gt; DAN&lt;br /&gt; IS&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I WIN&lt;br /&gt; K&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NICKY'S BITCH&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; WHO&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; WE WIN&lt;br /&gt; GANK&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; SPAMZ&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; FACE&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; WHEN&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; TYPE MORE&lt;br /&gt; K&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NICKY&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I WIN&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; TELLS&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; LOLTHA&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; HIM&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; THX&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; TO&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; KTHX&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NO&lt;br /&gt; ONE&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; INORITE&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; CARE&lt;br /&gt; S&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; IWIN&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; KTHNX&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; IWINK&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; DA&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; N&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; KTHX&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; IS NICKY&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; WHUT&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; 'S&lt;br /&gt; BITCH&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; NICKY MAH BESH&lt;br /&gt; NICKY&lt;br /&gt; MAH&lt;br /&gt; BESH&lt;br /&gt; CAT&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; NAW&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; LUFF&lt;br /&gt; ME&lt;br /&gt; NICKY&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; CATE&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; BISH&lt;br /&gt; CAT&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; HATE&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; LUFF&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; YOU&lt;br /&gt; TRUE&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; NICKY&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; STORY&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; BESH&lt;br /&gt; CAT&lt;br /&gt; CHEESE&lt;br /&gt; DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; DAN&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; FACE&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; IS A WHORE&lt;br /&gt; D&lt;br /&gt; A&lt;br /&gt; B&lt;br /&gt; DAB?&lt;br /&gt; DAN*&lt;br /&gt; NEED&lt;br /&gt; S&lt;br /&gt; TO GET DRUNK&lt;br /&gt; OKAY&lt;br /&gt; GLAD WE AGREE.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; WE NEEDS DRUNK&lt;br /&gt; Tell you what&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; You kids have school tomorrow? D=&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I get drunk, you get drunk, we go on vent&lt;br /&gt; Nicky Kuchiki says:&lt;br /&gt; Loool&lt;br /&gt; I think you killed her&lt;br /&gt; tbh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Nuh uh.&lt;br /&gt; Me drunk&lt;br /&gt; Isnn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; SAVE IT FOR VENT LADY&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Nicky's nudges.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; This friday, please be drunk&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Killed me.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; And I'll luff yew foreva&lt;br /&gt; Lol, I can do that just fyi&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe&lt;br /&gt; Dont&lt;br /&gt; Please&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; I figured two of us spamming nudges is a bit of an overkill&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; I cant take anymore.&lt;br /&gt; But I want to know how to doo it.&lt;br /&gt; Want to do it to faghizz.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Its a script&lt;br /&gt; Though, get Messenger Plus&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; I have it.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; There's a infinite nudge script somewhere&lt;br /&gt; idontwannatellyou@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt; damn, saw naked pics of yours or maybe the one in pic is similar to you    .... crazy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://my-secret-gallery-download.com/pic_gallery.html&lt;br /&gt; Seriously&lt;br /&gt; Who the fuck&lt;br /&gt; Falls for that shit&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Wtf?&lt;br /&gt; Lol...&lt;br /&gt; Who'd download that..&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; Chhyeah&lt;br /&gt; CAT&lt;br /&gt; I SAW Jo0 NEWDS&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; A&lt;br /&gt; M&lt;br /&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; CATSNEWDSNOTREALLYITSAFUCKINVIRUS.com/virusfolder/itsfuckingobvious.exe&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;[c=36][Dan][/c] Shoot me, mmkay :3 says:&lt;br /&gt; WTB less retarded people imo.&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]Catriona (=[/b][/u][/i] - [i][b][c=31]I lost Nemo[/c=32][/b][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; Imagine someone actually downloaded that.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8483569730681860169?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8483569730681860169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8483569730681860169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8483569730681860169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8483569730681860169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-odd-when-you-relate-to-shit-back.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-645282365783884294</id><published>2009-05-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:49:32.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry Guys, I'm Still Sane - - And Alive</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating my bishes! Just busy, somewhat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do right now, is just sleep, even though I have much important matters at hand. Its that depth of indifference where even the most crucial aspects of life seem less important compared to my own mental well being. You might be thinking: "If you feel that way, why don't you start caring?". Well, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Its the very fact that I don't care, and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; care, thats frustrating me. I know how its getting messed up, and I know I should do something, but oddly I'm just not able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after coming home, the laptop disapeared to a land far far away; one of mom's friends. As always, she does it in a futile attempt to get me to pick up a book and do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, computer's gone, you'd think I'd do something productive right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. I went down to take a walk with We The Kings and All Time Low. Along the way contemplated on jumping down from my 6 storey apartment building since the decent would be much faster than taking a claustrophobic elevator with people I don't even know nor like. Yes, nor, and yes, I'm anti-social. I guess its the computer that keeps me sane, its the fact that I'm merely a click away from communicating with everyone I know in the real world who happens to be on that very time. Plus if I'm feeling a bit down, I can just talk to peeps, get a trivo or more going on, or just talk on Skype, whatever floats my boat that very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked, why do I play WoW (World of Warcraft, for future refferences to you noobs) or any other online multiplayer game and why do I prefer spending most of my waking hours on it. Here's my reason;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2386/2178621140_96d8636531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2386/2178621140_96d8636531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in an online game, there's that cute or cool looking avatar(the character that you control), move around, talk to people in real time masquerading as "Brutal Gladiator Pewpewfish" or "Pewpewfish the Love Fool" not your old self. Its the whole insecurity deal. Everyone has something they hate about themselves, and try their very best to change who they are to suit another person/people's needs. In-game, the avatar you created was made to your prefferences, or a portrayal of your ideal self, so there's the insecurity gone. With that gone, you can just go to some random player and be like "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey, what's goin on&lt;/span&gt;?" or "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh hai thar, kan I haz newdz&lt;/span&gt;?" without feeling that silly. Imagine that in real life. If I can just get over the insecurity, gain more confidence, I wouldn't be such a screw up with matters concerning the ladies, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad truth; I play a priest. Out of all the classes, I play a priest. For one, its fun when I go into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shadowform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and bend the dark-side of "&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" to my own dark deeds. But the main reason was so that I felt needed. DPS-ers (damage dealers) are a dime-a-dozen. You can be in the "Looking For Group" channel to raid a dungeon for hours due to the sheer amount of them. But as a priest, you'll get tells like "Hey, could you heal for us please?" without having to go search for a group. The group finds you. And when you heal, people on the vent ( a voice communication utility) will be telling you what a good job you're doing keeping them alive and keeping your cool in pressurizing situations. Plus, you get this sort of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;God complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where its up to you if the group lives or dies. Know what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you get hurt in real life, either physically or emotionally, you'd want &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but what if the person is someone you can't take down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you get hurt emotionally, say someone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;shatters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your heart, you sit down, take it like a man even though you're dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shits different in-game, someone fucks around with you, and if you know how to play your class really well (be it a rogue, a mage, a hunter, warrior, whatever), you can kill them over and over again as soon as they respawn to your hearts content, or until they say "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck it&lt;/span&gt;" and log-off and hope you go away or perhaps quit the game altogether. That by itself is a personal victory, thus healing whatever wound there is to heal, be it fully or partially, nevertheless, its a quicker healing process. Plus, you've gotta admit, the fact that getting owned by a teenage kid playing a &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;priest&lt;/span&gt;, going by the name of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pewpewfish&lt;/span&gt; owning your ass to oblivion has to sting don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I flip out whenever the threat of having my laptop being taken away from me is imminent. After taking a walk and coming back, its still 3-in-the-freakin afternoon. With me still thinking: I should study... No wait, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a family sized coke, and turned up Kerrang TV and just chilled chugging it down slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I figured, since its sports day, I might not go to school, just take a day off, who the hell cares about tomorrow anyways, right? Well, I used to. But it went out the window along with my sanity. Then again, I had to do my tech project. Like the loner that I am, I stayed inside, filing away at the brass piece I cut out while the others are outside in the huge field chilling in the sun. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently with Joey chillin at the library checking on shit I've missed the uhm... 48 hours I was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a short time-period and I'm already going insane. How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive by the next time I get my computer, gonna Twitter more, blog more, Facebook more, oh you get the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out ladies and gents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-645282365783884294?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/645282365783884294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=645282365783884294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/645282365783884294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/645282365783884294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-worry-guys-im-still-sane-and-alive.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry Guys, I&apos;m Still Sane - - And Alive'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2386/2178621140_96d8636531_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1885365731059515468</id><published>2009-05-02T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:25:10.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SfzWVbHefuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YmTYbQfiNJw/s1600-h/image-upload-66-709611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SfzWVbHefuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YmTYbQfiNJw/s320/image-upload-66-709611.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1885365731059515468?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1885365731059515468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1885365731059515468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1885365731059515468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1885365731059515468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SfzWVbHefuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YmTYbQfiNJw/s72-c/image-upload-66-709611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3579050072276070392</id><published>2009-04-25T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:58:22.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SfOHfmaoxkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JZk323Ht63E/s1600-h/image-upload-309-702283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SfOHfmaoxkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JZk323Ht63E/s320/image-upload-309-702283.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the 21st century, most of the communication done is through the impersonal method of electronics and via teh interwebz(lol), which somewhat broadens the horizon when it comes to chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nice as it may sound, depending on either party, technology is a very evil evil thing. For example, when you ask someone out, it usually begins with the request of certain means of contacting one another, like a phone or by instant messaging. Either ways, it doesn't really fit right. Why? In most cases, they will find out about each other beforehand, and maybe have already peaked having conversations that they won't have much left to say. But what if things go well? You send her home, kiss at the door, then drive home with that adrenaline from the initial kiss that you think might be the beginning of something beautiful. Or is it? You then head home, head still pumping but nothing to do... You look at your phone... You pick it up, and start typing.&lt;br /&gt;Wait what?! Didn't I already say good night along with the kiss at the door? Whatever happened to I'll CALL you TOMORROW? Yes, call. Most of it is done through mini bite-sized notes which we dubbed texts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats actually not the worst part, its the fact that it is saved, unless you choose to delete it.&lt;br /&gt;Right, so you text her. Oh joy, she replies! You've got a good conversation going right? OK good. As it gets deeper in, where what you say next may either get her more into you, or put her off completely.&lt;br /&gt;You press the send button...&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth...&lt;br /&gt;No turning back now...&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;You see, silence isn't really a good thing because men have a really bad habit of overthinking when things start to not go according to plan. We factorise EVERYTHING down to the last smiley face. The fact that its a text, it can be perceived in any way. Something like selective perception. And our perception is ultimately retarded, it forces us to perceive the worst of things no matter how we try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you start overthinking;&lt;br /&gt;The last reply didn't have a smiley face, is she getting bored of me?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say something to come off as a player?&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, she's taking longer than usual... Nah she's just sleeping... Or did she not want to talk to me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts paired with nothing to do is the ultimate cookie cutter for total retardation.&lt;br /&gt;If you have your phone long enough, you will know when a message is coming to it even before it beeps. Maybe your internet sign starts going grey notifying that a phone connection is being used, or maybe something starts blinking, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;You look out for there signs, which result in staring at your phone 15 times every fucking second, and re-reading her texts and your replies to her for comfort, until she replies "Oh sorry hun, I dozed off" at 9 in the morning with drool covering the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Oh great... Now she thinks I'm either too clingy or boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either ways, its total self-sabotage... Thats how we guys are. But then again, its all done for you girls to make sure we can make you as happy as possible without you asking for it. We try to read between the lines though fail epicaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us guys a break once in a while, its all for a good cause; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, yeah, just popped into my head, had to blog it before I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3579050072276070392?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3579050072276070392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3579050072276070392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3579050072276070392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3579050072276070392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/04/courtship.html' title='Courtship'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SfOHfmaoxkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JZk323Ht63E/s72-c/image-upload-309-702283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8992463442307630611</id><published>2009-04-17T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:31:31.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SekRUtFapjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bxWiaJYeL_g/s1600-h/image-upload-111-790635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SekRUtFapjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bxWiaJYeL_g/s320/image-upload-111-790635.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh God no, 3 days, school... But hey, at least I made most of my Easter - I think. Thats a look of how I am if I decide to portray myself as 'shaggy'. No numb-nuts, the noun, not that awesome ass dude from the classic Scooby-Doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured I'd stay away from anything remotely related to computers for a very healthy portion of the day, and went out instead. Yeah, alone, I know (sarcastic sad-face). Its either that, or lie down and over think on every aspect on my current life and what do I do with it, then it gets into deeper depressing stuff, which explains my need for my head to be occupied most of my waking hours. I went for really casual, just a pair of jeans, a shirt, and the coat, nothing much. Things just felt really good, iPod on full blast, just chilling, wandering around town. Its the mere fact that I'm not participating in the ongoing rat race at that very mome which put me at an odd sense of calm and joy combined. I know that look I'm adding sleeping pills and red bull but yeah. I was actually singing in an audible tone in a crowd! To be honest, I didn't give a fuck, I was over the moon. Did the entire routine; Head to HMV, check out whats new in the music scene, then gaming, checked out headphones, bought a new one and picked up a copy of Kerrang! magazine, then to reliable Starbucks. But this time, not the one at O'Connell Street, walked up to Stephen's Green to chill at the tables outside. Grabbed the coffee, and there was this girl... Its not like 'oh that girl', guys would know when they see random attractive girls on the street and give maybe a glance or two, tops. But we seem to have that 6th sense that tells us that a girl is 'some other shit', in a good way of course. Its just everything about her, posture, smile, the drink I believe she was drinking, and that 'aura' she had, just threw me off my game, not that I had any game to begin with. Nevertheless, with normal girls, my confidence falls below average if I'm going to attempt to fish for their number, but these ones just make my confidence drain big time. Maybe its just me, but within a few minutes, I was self-conscious about everything. The way I'm holding the cup, the way I take a sip, the music I'm listening too, hoping she doesn't hear what I'm listening too in fear of her not liking it, and every minute detail hoping its all perfect and not put her off. She caught me looking at her, she smiled, I did almost immediately after. Note, she was with guy friends, so they start teasing her. Oh great, a pre-school flashback... I was already shy enough when it comes to those girls so I got up, and stumbled away. Yes people, I frickin stumbled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away thinking about how I'm gonna abuse myself later, I took a detour, from my usual ongoings just for the lulz. Somewhere I've never gone before because I was too busy on my way to some place that I never noticed it was there; the real Europe. From 3 I walked around till 6-ish, wandering randomly looking at the essence of major world art and current influence, it was just epic win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna add more shit tomorrow, TBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8992463442307630611?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8992463442307630611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8992463442307630611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8992463442307630611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8992463442307630611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god-no-3-days-school.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SekRUtFapjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/bxWiaJYeL_g/s72-c/image-upload-111-790635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5644748528872662975</id><published>2009-04-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:34:15.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emo Corner</title><content type='html'>It just seems to be that every time I have a really lively conversation with someone, I get really down and mellow(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;marshmallow :3&lt;/span&gt;) for a good while later. I'm the one that thinks he can do it all while staying sane at the same time, but recently I figured it wasn't true. Yes, I'm a slow learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see people fuck up real bad, you'd expect me to 'learn from their mistakes', but hell no, its just something about me that wants to experience it first hand, thinking maybe that 2nd time it might be different. Rarely happens, in fact, it never has so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, all I wanna do is put everything into perspective, sort shit out, and also a couple of other people's thrown in. But in all fairness, I couldn't really help you guys out when I'm in a mess myself, it just feels like hypocrisy. At the end of the day, its just you and your conscience, and its something I don't wanna face right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, lookie there, can't even stay on topic for a few sentences. My head is just everywhere right now. I'm actually fucking THINKING about what to blog about. It usually just flows out seamlessly but there seems to be this giant thumb restricting the amount of juice flowing through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't know what I want, but I'm hoping its somewhat meaningful.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I just wanna move on,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reminiscing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; thinking about what could've been, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; drama to dwell upon. You know, there's just too much stuff to do. No matter what I do, I just get sidetracked. It would seriously, really feel nice to get back into my head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole routine is just; Wake up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heads not really thinking&lt;/span&gt;, go to school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head is just trying to get through the day&lt;/span&gt;. Head home, change, immediately head out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focusing on others instead&lt;/span&gt;. Head home, sleep. Thats pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, what I'm reading makes no sense to me whatsoever, just opening a can of worms I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all I need is someone, or maybe something, that I can talk to on a random basis, without me coming off as 'needy' or 'vulnerable'. I'm on the verge of going ultimately insane. I keep looking at the pack of Winston's in my drawer for 5 minutes without blinking... Then closing it again. It seems like the answer to everything will come to me if I light one of those up and really think. Then the entire 'Good versus Evil' thing plays in my head.&lt;br /&gt;The angel goes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'Don't blow it, you've come so far!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do it, the moment of clarity is well worth it!'&lt;/span&gt; chimes the devil immediately after.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time I asked for help, or just open myself up that bit more.. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5644748528872662975?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5644748528872662975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5644748528872662975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5644748528872662975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5644748528872662975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/04/emo-corner.html' title='The Emo Corner'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2740610171314120638</id><published>2009-04-04T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:36:34.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kudos to the inactivity-streak. Maybe I just got tired of this crappy looking computer mom refuses to lend me the cash to restore, or maybe I'd rather head out since its spring! Or maybe she just takes away the computer. Whatever, an excuse to go out nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heyyyy! It's Easter! And to celebrate it, I went to catch Knowing with Nicky. Whatever gets him out is fine. Then again its like an emo-grenade... Weather's all fine till he goes out &gt;.&gt; No, I r kidding brah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, when things are usually going well, I jinx it by mentioning how well its going then get myself screwed over. This month wasn't one of the best I would say. For one, I came home, then passed out at the door, had to go to the hospital and see a shrink due to 'Physical and emotional exhaustion'. Another factor in my inactivity. I had to take a break and clear my head a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much time to think or blog these days, its either I'm out at work or I'm doing some project since I tried my best to put it off to the last minute as usual...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2740610171314120638?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2740610171314120638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2740610171314120638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2740610171314120638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2740610171314120638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/04/kudos-to-inactivity-streak.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1181492269348696093</id><published>2009-03-19T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:21:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*rolls up sleeves*&lt;br /&gt;Yay! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;New blog skin&lt;/span&gt;! And its just flippin perfect! Took me around an hour, a not very productive one at that. It seems that looking for the &lt;u&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/u&gt; blog skin is a far greater task than looking for the right type of clothes that might fit you or your peronality, perhaps both? Yes, far greater... Its like, you're looking for something that kinda says '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey, its simple, clean, what you see is what you get!&lt;/span&gt;' when you have stuff like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Grunge rawkz!&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;" skin's. Whats wrong with them? I can't really say why, but lets put it this way: I don't really like to be affiliated to some larger group and practically become a walking statistic to represent the groups' population/fans/members. This is just, nice, sweet, simple. Pluuuuus! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A scrubs reff.!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official, I've lost my ability to multi-task at a bigger scale. Looks like I have to take life slow now, though thats not much of an option. I've got a tech project due at the end of April, likewise with a science one. Oh how wonderfull life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;could&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had those moments where similar scents from your past could induce a rush of nostalgia? A perfume? Rushing water? Or just the musty scents of old buildings inhabited by elderlies? Looking back, I can say this: I didn't have the perfect childhood. I bet no one did, or maybe a small lucky minority. Sure there are bumps and bruises along the way, but I turned out fairly well didn't I? I guess everything thats anything affects how a person's mindset develops as they grow. From things like music, down to minute details regarding how their room was decorated or managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy with myself at this moment, and I can safely say, I wouldn't change a thing about myself right now, personality-wise, that is. The ability to carry out rational decisions or thoughts mostly on my own is something I'd rather have than anything else. But we all have our breaking points as we're merely human. I won't say there's a god, but I will say there's a higher being, or we're just part of a much bigger plan, too caught up in our lives to see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that simple difficulty of not 'stopping to smell the roses' that makes us regret later in life. No matter how good it was, there will always be the prime need for 'more'. Nevertheless, we're all human. Its like Oscar Schindler from that movie 'Schindler's List'. He rescued about 13,000 Jews, at the end, when the war was over, he just broke down when he looked at his assets. His car, his gold rings, even the very clothes he wore, he was willing to give them away, just for '1 more Jew'. Off topic, but I watched it recently, and it was majorly touching &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heeeey, looks like I've got myself thinking again, thinking enough to blog! Good day. Really good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1181492269348696093?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1181492269348696093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1181492269348696093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1181492269348696093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1181492269348696093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooray-to-me.html' title='Hooray to me!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1303388344593233415</id><published>2009-03-15T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:48:26.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facebook is a very odd thing. Same goes with Friendster, Bebo, and other social networking sites. Iono, I just find it odd. Back then people did it old school, they actually went out, hung out with other people, had conversations instead of doing so via teh interwebz. Its just sooo impersonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its my blog, and I choose what I do, but I apologize regarding my previous post. As Naddie said; out of all the people to know stuff, I should've known better than to keep stuff bottled inside. Its not that I want to escape it forever, I mean c'mon, its life right? But maybe just for a day... So I took the once-in-a-blue-moon midnight walk, where I have that time to think, alone, or with people I'm really comfortable being with, but only to come back at around 3-4pm the next day. I've not a clue what the fuck I was doing, but Kate called me up being unable to sleep, so we just chilled around till the next afternoon talking about God knows what. Its nice to have someone to talk to once in a while, so thanks Naddie and Kate, you guys are just pure awesomesauce yaknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better now, its just the mental block and a few other pricks pissing me off, nothing too major. Yesterday I contemplated whether to quit blogging or not, and that previous post was more or less a sorry attempt at a good bye post. I'm not good at good-bye's, its just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, I'm gonna read more stuff, get the juices flowing again, then get back to blogging. I'm gonna be un-officially MIA for the mean time. If some thought just pops in my head I'll just blog it the very moment I'm able to mmkay? Otherwise, just hit me up on MSN. I'm quite retarded on conversation starters these days so do me a favor and do the work in keeping it alive, I'll try my best to do so too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1303388344593233415?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1303388344593233415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1303388344593233415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1303388344593233415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1303388344593233415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-is-very-odd-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-270317379941550819</id><published>2009-03-12T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:47:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's 'they'?</title><content type='html'>No... Just no... I'm getting to the point thinking "fuck yous all". I mean c'mon, its the twenty-first fucking century, communication should be easier right? I guess not, it just got more fucking complicated. Isn't that how mankind progresses? Usually? Moving forward, right?! If you have issues with how I do things or the things I do, you tell it to me, don't get all pissy just because you think its your divine right to be pissed at me. It is? Well FUUUUCCCK YOOOOU! Mmkay?! I figured you're smart enough to know that, I thought those mind games were a thing of the past? I figured wrong. Maybe you're not who I thought you are... This side of you is just... Frustrating, and I don't want to do anything with it, or you, for a good bit of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OtherFeker(I'll call you that unless you want the other guys to find out), OH FUCKING PLEASE! Look, if you don't like reality, its because you're the one that let it shit, time, and time again on your face so you're looking for some other reality, a virtual one. Welcome to the real world! I doubt you will survive 5 seconds in here with that fucked up bullshit you carry around you. Be yourself, not a total dick or a suck up, or someone's lapdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it seems all I do everytime I come on, is just to e-rage for a good few minutes and I feel all better already. Things these days aren't how I wanted it to be and it just gets 'ARGH!' you know? Nothing of any meaning, just to e-rage. Perhaps I blame the lack of music due to an unfortunate melting accident. I am now broke, and music-less. I seriously can't think straight! I'm not happy! Nor am I peppy though I try really hard to be for the sake of my other peeps. Ugh... Head is just in a mess, and I don't like where this is going. I have a tenner now. What I'm contemplating: 'Should I head into that corner shop, buy a pack of fags, and ration them out, or buy a pair of crappy headphones and knock back a can or two just to see if that extra buzz might make the sound quality better. It works for girls, who knows it might work with music too, right?!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thoughts like 'I need new fucking friends' entered my mind. I'm the guy you lest expect to throw away a friendship without working on it first before saying 'Know what? This isn't working out is it...'. But now, I TRULY MEAN IT. Maybe it is better to have a much smaller group of friends. You don't have to worry whether you're leaving one of them out by accident and them bitching at you for doing so no matter how good your intentions are. Hey dickwad! I'm only human! Suck it! Alright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my birthday is coming up, and I'm 16. Hooray(?). The older you get, the wiser. Perhaps? Yeah... These past few years I've learned more shit than I ever have in my entire life. The Big Man Upstairs works in mysterious ways... He has a good sense of humor too I might add. But I've learned to treat every wrong turn as just a detour from your main path. You pick stuff up along the way to help you in your main journey. For the people that keep asking me what I want, here: I just want to be left alone for the entire day. No, I'm not being emo, I just wanna escape all the crazy-ness and all trials and tribulations of everyday life. Maybe just a few of you guys that I'd rather spend my time with than anyone else in the world. Oh wait! I forgot! Most are more than ten-thousand miles away... Grreeat... Just be glad someone gives a flying fuck once in a while mmkay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-270317379941550819?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/270317379941550819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=270317379941550819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/270317379941550819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/270317379941550819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-they.html' title='Who&apos;s &apos;they&apos;?'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5556652100492737491</id><published>2009-02-25T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:32:58.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SaXHGvGK2mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_G3PaXcBd4E/s1600-h/image-upload-28-777862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SaXHGvGK2mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_G3PaXcBd4E/s320/image-upload-28-777862.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just to say I'm gonna be MIA for a good bit till April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bit of a strain on my personal life and other shit I'm gonna have to settle to get mine, and a few other people's lifes straightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no time, so this message is just a copy and paste to my blog, guild forums, etc. So I won't be attending raid wars anytime soon so I hope you can find another competent healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cruise by from time to time to greet you guys through my phone if I can spare enough credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to paste a picture in order to post. A big bump appeared there, so I figured I might grab a needle sharp enough. I got it half-way through as you can see there, crap came gushing out after the pic was taken. Kudos to mind over matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, all the best guys, I'm sure you can last without me xD since my provider does free incoming calls, feel free to buzz me up. 00353862191605. Its a personal blog anyways. Pedos, I Fucking dare ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5556652100492737491?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5556652100492737491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5556652100492737491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5556652100492737491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5556652100492737491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SaXHGvGK2mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_G3PaXcBd4E/s72-c/image-upload-28-777862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-4248915629101630359</id><published>2009-02-24T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:26:15.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whuts a pl0x?</title><content type='html'>Its days like this where I try to be all cheerful, randomly generate subjects and talk annoyingly fast like good ol' Boxxy down there. Apparently I'm not, things just seem... Not right. Just everything about it. Probably I'm getting even more cynical without knowing it? Nevertheless, I just seem to see the flaws of every single thing, be it animate or inanimate. Think of house-flies being magnified up to say... 100x.  Ain't a pretty sight now is it? But its what makes it a fly, pest, w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a problemo about people not knowing how to ask, period. So I'm just chilling out on my own on a bench, iPod, semi-lying down, then these bunch of nabs out of nowhere started taking random pictures of me. Then again I let it slide just for the mere fact that she was ultimately cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mock exams are tomorrow, a mock of the real deal, the state exams, big kahuna, godzilla, yada yada yada. That's what mocks mean, duh... But I just feel somewhat indifferent. I couldn't care less, and I want to care, I just don't. It seems I'm just indifferent towards everything thats anything these days. For one, on the way home today, I saw this kid messing around with his friends by the side of the road while waiting for the bus, then I pictured this: He falls over, unable to get up quickly, a bike just runs over and in the proccess, his head came off, and blood splattered everywhere, and in that imagination, some landed on my face - - - I couldn't care less. My heart-rate remained the same, as I stared blankly at him picturing that apparently horrendous thingy. Somethings wrong with me (no shit)... Sure, you know in your head that you're supposed to give a fuck, but your emotions say otherwise. Then again, its kinda downright logic for the fact that you're supposed to go at least "What the fuck?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery on the laptop is about to die, and I've gotta make some french toast before the bread starts to sprout nasty things. Gonna head off, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-4248915629101630359?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/4248915629101630359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=4248915629101630359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4248915629101630359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4248915629101630359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/whuts-pl0x.html' title='Whuts a pl0x?'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6624919488142364708</id><published>2009-02-21T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:28:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shoot me, so mom is celebrating her birthday today, and I'm in charge of babysitting her friends kids while some other chicka around my age-ish is left alone. Bleah, looks like the need for a wingman is called off.  Cmon, I'm not all that good with kids. Well, a lil, just not with a huge bunch of em. Not capable of having THAT much energy, plus, someone always cries after a fair bit, gets better, runs around, cries again. seriously, shoot me... This would be an awesome time for a fag, then again, I'm broke &gt;.&gt; Oh life's good, it really is. No peace? Mhmm, I'd rather chill with that other chicka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Brightside, lil cuzzie came to visit! Well its not official but I might as well be, I seriously luuurrrv that lil kid. Plus its fun playing Sonic/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Very-fast-squirrel-with-no-road&lt;/span&gt; as he calls it, while brainwashing him at the same time. I figured some of his babblings are really cute and maybe one of me trying to brainwash him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HE HATES SQUIRRELS&lt;/span&gt;! OMG! So we were playing sonic right right? Then he's like "Whai dun yuu keel the squeerel?" OMG. So I went all&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmkay, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;why &lt;/span&gt;do you wanna kill it? Was the squirrel &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;? Kay fine, how do you wanna kill it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Put it at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;fireworks&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"So you wanna &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the squirrel?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeaah"&lt;br /&gt;"Done"&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, here's some audio clips, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that hamster!? Lol, ignore the first few, just wait till I get to that part. Was browsing Facebook while playing "Teh snowy big carrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.entertonement.com/embed/PlayerText.swf" id="1_b15c2ff0_0065_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562" name="PlayerText" flashvars="auto_play=0&amp;amp;meta_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.entertonement.com%2Fclips%2F80084.query&amp;amp;id=1_b15c2ff0_0065_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562" width="390" height="90" style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertonement.com/clips/80084/Recording-1?ht_link=1_b15c2ff0_0065_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blank" border="0" height="0" src="http://www.entertonement.com/widgets/img/clip/64992/1/1_b15c2ff0_0065_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562/blank.gif" style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px; margin:0; padding:0; float:right" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first corpse hump lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.entertonement.com/embed/PlayerText.swf" id="1_cf5b252e_0065_11de_9fd4_0015c5f4d265" name="PlayerText" flashvars="auto_play=0&amp;amp;meta_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.entertonement.com%2Fclips%2F80089.query&amp;amp;id=1_cf5b252e_0065_11de_9fd4_0015c5f4d265" width="390" height="90" style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertonement.com/clips/80089/Recording-2?ht_link=1_cf5b252e_0065_11de_9fd4_0015c5f4d265"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blank" border="0" height="0" src="http://www.entertonement.com/widgets/img/clip/64995/1/1_cf5b252e_0065_11de_9fd4_0015c5f4d265/blank.gif" style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px; margin:0; padding:0; float:right" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random babbling, I just played along. Awww. Oh, fyi, we were playing some flash-based racing game, therefore the "Ai tink yuu krrashed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.entertonement.com/embed/PlayerText.swf" id="1_a32a807a_0066_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562" name="PlayerText" flashvars="auto_play=0&amp;amp;meta_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.entertonement.com%2Fclips%2F80090.query&amp;amp;id=1_a32a807a_0066_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562" width="390" height="90" style="display: block; margin: 10px auto; text-align: center;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertonement.com/clips/80090/Recording-3?ht_link=1_a32a807a_0066_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blank" border="0" height="0" src="http://www.entertonement.com/widgets/img/clip/64996/1/1_a32a807a_0066_11de_b44e_0015c5f4d562/blank.gif" style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px; margin:0; padding:0; float:right" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Naddie, I hope his cuteness erased all the pissyness my doings of me calling you hamster xD Just had too! Yew naow ai luff yew rait? No moar hamsturz. Do call me squirrel though, I likes it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6624919488142364708?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6624919488142364708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6624919488142364708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6624919488142364708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6624919488142364708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-shoot-me-so-mom-is-celebrating-her.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6265990325382756022</id><published>2009-02-19T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:38:59.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Robocop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SZ3tkybPr6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/wkDeB5Z8HS0/s1600-h/image-upload-213-738972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SZ3tkybPr6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/wkDeB5Z8HS0/s320/image-upload-213-738972.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm just ultimately pissed off. Reason: Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all on the entire fact that she don't know shit about fucking apologies, accepting fault and freakin sincerity. With the computer under her care, it took a tumble, then guess who had to fix it? Your fucking truly. A hinge came off in the process due to me not knowing laptops like i do with normal pc's, so now she's trying to put the blame on me by saying that I should be more careful. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God fuck left hand is shaking. Rarely does unless I'm really FUCKING pissed off. Take that as a sign to shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an attempt to make it my fault, she starts to get all righteous not accepting it wouldn't have happened in the first place if she took some care with it. You know how they are "Oh fiiine, sure, its my fault, we will have to answer god anyways". FUCK OFF. There's never sincerity or anything. Fucking never, unless on special occasions occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know those parents that go or strongly imply "You live under my roof, I feed you, your opinions that may interfere with mine doesn't mean anything, I'm always right because of it" bullshit? Yeah well know what? I'm getting a frickin job, fix up the old one, ditch it, get myself a new one. Its just not cool anymore. Shit eventually adds up, so people eventually blow, and ka-fucking-boom. I blew. I'm just gonna be emo for a good few days, try to get a job, as long as I'm away from home and doing something semi productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6265990325382756022?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6265990325382756022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6265990325382756022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6265990325382756022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6265990325382756022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-robocop.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Robocop!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SZ3tkybPr6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/wkDeB5Z8HS0/s72-c/image-upload-213-738972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8927620537118092620</id><published>2009-02-16T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:47:33.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL@Boxxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/2aeqfkp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2aeqfkp.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BOXXYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that chick is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoyingly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yavx9yxTrsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yavx9yxTrsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogogo! Watch it! Get annoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the noobs that don't know what the term "trolling" or "to troll" is, here's the definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troll:&lt;br /&gt;An Internet troll, or simply troll in Internet slang, is someone who posts controversial, inflammatory, irrelevant or off-topic messages in an online community, such as an online discussion forum or chat room, with the intention of provoking other users into an emotional response or to generally disrupt normal on-topic discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;User: What's your opinion on Obama getting elected for president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troll: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh hai thar! HE r laik teh combo breakurz!!1one-one!!!1eleventy-oneimanoob!!!11 No fo srs, dewd! Lewk right thar bish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.microbrainx.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/obama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 367px;" src="http://blog.microbrainx.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/obama.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, mom's birthday today and I'm skint &gt;.&gt; How fail is that si? Ah well, she bought a ton of beer, coke, etc. Well booze mostly. Anyone that has ever been to these parties all know she lets us drink, but in moderate amounts. Its like every year, "Dan, want a beer? Ask your friends too if they want some". I mean omg?!?! Its like one of the rare times she is fairly cool... Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoes, gonna dress up and shiz. Happy birthday mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, a random pic for teh lulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailyhaha.com/_pics/y_so_srs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 555px; height: 485px;" src="http://www.dailyhaha.com/_pics/y_so_srs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8927620537118092620?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8927620537118092620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8927620537118092620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8927620537118092620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8927620537118092620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/lolboxxy.html' title='LOL@Boxxy'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2aeqfkp_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1645904961670131358</id><published>2009-02-14T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:15:50.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One With The Popsicles</title><content type='html'>Wow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my 101th post&lt;/span&gt;... Kudos to me lasting that long aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Friends a fair bit ago, thus the title beginning with "The One With...". I'm sooo doing that from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human mind is a very complex thing (unless you're special, its simple), and at the end of the day, with different dilemmas that comes with everyday life, dreams come into play to kinda break em down to you and help you come to a conclusion in dealing with said dilemma. So you're wondering "Riiight, so where does Popsicles come into play?". The way the brain breaks it down is through suggestive imagery (in my opinion/experiences at least) which makes sense. Remember the game "Logic" back on those old black &amp;amp; white phones? Its kinda like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://penguingeek.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/humor-penguin-logic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 436px;" src="http://penguingeek.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/humor-penguin-logic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, figured I might blog about a recent one regarding popsicles. Right, so I had a dream, two girls that I know are willing to get into a relationship with me, yet I didn't know, neither did I care jack shit about it because of other stuff on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this dream, its vague, but, the crucial ones was that there were 2 popsicles, one Orange, one Lime(Green). &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultimatum: Pick one, you're gonna lose the other one, make a wise choice or lose both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;. And when I made the choice of picking one, the other packed her bags and left without saying a word. Its either one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Orange: Its the flavor the majority goes for, you know how its gonna taste like, you know you're gonna like it, but its just the usual thing. The downside? You know whats coming to you, its predictable somehow.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Lime: Its what the rest picks out from the ice cream truck apart from orange. It has this "other" flavor to it, and its variations on how its made into an ice cream. Its different, unique? Yeah in this case. Green kinda lights me up somehow, and it has this bitter side to it, no matter what ice cream it is. The bitter/dark side is what makes it awesome right?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not making sense am I? Sure, made sense to me. For those who gets it, looks like the answers obvious eh? No not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh bugger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1645904961670131358?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1645904961670131358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1645904961670131358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1645904961670131358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1645904961670131358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-with-popsicles.html' title='The One With The Popsicles'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5425117493595042769</id><published>2009-02-08T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:19:51.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another unproductive weekend based on an unhealthy consumption of Pepsi (fuck Coke, the hell's the difference anyways) and pasta. Not too sure how or why but I just want to have some time to my own doing fuck all. Well, not proper fuck all, I'll be tapping away at the keyboard, pwning noobs here and there, talk to people I want to, blog(?). Nevertheless, finding the time for myself seems somewhat impossible seeing as its usually dedicated to people that are more worse off than me thats in dire need of someone to actually listen to them, so thats who I dedicate 60% of my time to. 30% towards friends and family that matter to me whom are normal, 7% to school, the remaining 3% is made up of what would've been my time alone interrupted by petty shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, new skin, new link! No more "0mg jo0 r teh em0!". No compréndé, basically means "Don't understand" in Éspanól bish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I bought a new printer for the sake of getting one (extra cash &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SY9gW6UPYEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IErVXVyFhQY/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SY9gW6UPYEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IErVXVyFhQY/s400/DSC00403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300561233165901890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh eff it, played around, scanned the only printed photo I've kept for a good while. Only printed one? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;! Why? Its called newer technology noobs! Lookie, pretty good at 600DPI. Right, looks like its pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A good bit of my chick friends have been asking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;what I like in a girl&lt;/span&gt; that I would wanna be with in an exclusive relationship. To be honest, thats a major wild card. You want the general skinny? Hmmm, someone &lt;u&gt;intelligent&lt;/u&gt; (not academically, what you get in your last chemistry test don't mean shit to me, congrats though), &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quirky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, a &lt;u&gt;good sense of humor&lt;/u&gt;, someone thats not afraid to &lt;u&gt;be themselves&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;doesn't take me for a mind reader&lt;/u&gt; (I know...), &lt;u&gt;open&lt;/u&gt; about themselves, &lt;u&gt;lively&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;spirited&lt;/u&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spirited&lt;/span&gt;, not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; spiritual&lt;/span&gt; xD) and &lt;u&gt;looks aren't everything&lt;/u&gt; but they still count (Its a good bonus). All coupled with a kind of a darker side which isn't kept in. I'm thinking Jessica Stroup's(Jessica &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;? Google it) character from 90210. Overall, they gotta have they're own thing. Them lil' bread crumbs at the bottom of the toaster, thats where its at, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; things that define you as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rants? Not that I can think of right now. Might blog tomorrow, if I have the effort in order to do so something of the sort. Just gonna get through the week and I'll be fine. Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5425117493595042769?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5425117493595042769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5425117493595042769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5425117493595042769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5425117493595042769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-unproductive-weekend-based-on.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SY9gW6UPYEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IErVXVyFhQY/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-4633439154450051139</id><published>2009-02-07T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:17:12.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naddie, here's your orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bonappetit.com/images/tips_tools_ingredients/ingredients/ttar_orange_01_h_launch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, been doing same ol' (apart from the fags which was gone a month or two ago), heading out a fair bit, walking into poles (uh huh) other weird shit, yet I'm pretty upbeat this week... Why?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SNOW BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its a little late for that but it snowed anyways, though it would've been better on Christmas but fek it! It just lifts my spirits seeing as I have a full week ahead of me. No interruptions, no half-days due to some parent-teacher meeting or some special event that would cut the week somehow short, a FULL week, totally full, and it happens like once or twice a year. As soon as I arrived in Europe, I made a list of european shit to do, just in order to live life to its fullest, not missing out on anything (much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the check list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00394.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00395.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty much the start of the mundane week. Woke up, made coffee, dragged myself to the balcony, white stuff (no, not that fags), soft thingies, from the sky, everything went WHITE (not another racist joke Joey &gt;.&gt;). SNOW! Fumbled for my phone, snap-snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00399.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00399.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the school field, was just skiving off class, chilling there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw a Snowball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in class when I snapped this. Boredom, plus it looked better outside rather than look at that ancient face of my english teacher &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home with Seán, saw this bridge, and a river under it, looked really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00396.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, -10, still went out to the balcony and drew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00397.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-4633439154450051139?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/4633439154450051139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=4633439154450051139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4633439154450051139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4633439154450051139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/naddie-heres-your-orange-anywho-been.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6944150453157940032</id><published>2009-02-02T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:58:48.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic win!</title><content type='html'>Hah!!! Talk about epic. I sear to god, this guy fails, and wins at the same time - - EPICALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cruised by to post this xD Thats a total fucking genius. Hallelujah and amen to hopeless men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhE693gemI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhE693gemI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6944150453157940032?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6944150453157940032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6944150453157940032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6944150453157940032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6944150453157940032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic-win.html' title='Epic win!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-599825972412792568</id><published>2009-01-31T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:35:51.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I wanna settle something once and for all, some dispute with some guy named Zatoush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why or how, but after disproving his bullshit theory, he took offense to it, started to get all defensive and just downright retarded. Lets take a look shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zatoush says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so the point is thesepeople are a divison of the evil media society wich is apart of the illuminati pyramid of institutions built with one purpes keep u away from the truth believe me it s hard to see throught this fog of lies people even start to deffend the goals of the enemy we re all just finger puppets manipulated by the people who control the circemctences of our daily life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naddie- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naddie- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess were fucked then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zatoush says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zatoush says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original post: http://mindofamadmonkey.blogspot.com/2008/12/comment-if-you-understood-what-ever.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right, as a blogger, I always drop in my opinion, or in Layman's terms, my "2 cents"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt id="c8136241538216645384"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;dt id="c8136241538216645384"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;d4NiaL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man its just downright bullshit o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part is controversial shit too. Its just random shit put together. Its basically saying: x+y=22+3y/27x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. Plus its self contradictory.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;25 December 2008 12:44:00 SGT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" onclick="" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6241344411843639164&amp;amp;postID=8136241538216645384" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" class="icon_delete" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Delete" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt id="c58229346755618725"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822615733926013661" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;zatoush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;p&gt;fuck you all i m just unfamiliar with the damn language plus your too dump to criticize my thoughts X+y=22+3y/27x is a mathematically possible equation assholes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Fuck you too mate. Try looking at it, it DOESN'T make sense. Try solving it, DOESN'T make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if you're that pathetic to come up with such an excuse blaming other people controlling the circumstances of your life. Learn to take some fault, its your life, you make it as it is, victims of circumstances come out fighting and go against all odds if they want it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illumnati? You actually believe that shit? Right, lets get to the roots, Illumnati, roots in latin which basically means illuminate, or to enlighten, control the world in some sort of shadowy throne dabbling in world afairs. Right, break it down, it translates to "the enlightened", and to enlighten, you give knowledge, not conceal the truth, thus my claim on it being self contradictory. You sir are what keeps these conspiracy theories alive and running. What next? Yetti's exist? (No Naddie! Hah! I read your mind. Creepy huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your homework before you're gonna make such claims, and all this is written on general knowledge which I am firm on the belief that you lack greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second claim, 75% of Irish people are freemasons, and thats a bad thing? Numero uno, what fucking magazine are you reading child? 75% of the population is Christian Catholic, 20% Protestant, the other 5% being other races. I highly doubt that 75% of a population of 4 million would be into freemasonry being there's only more or less 400,000 in England, Scotland and Ireland combined. Learn to take a little criticism you ignorant fuck, or at least a joke. What are you gonna be a little sensitive wuss now? "Ahmagad he sez vulgar word! I call abuse help-line!". Seriously, lighten up, I respond well to criticism if they know what they're talking about, but you flip out when I illuminate your fucked up conspiracy theories. To be honest, as far as reality would go, the most the Illuminati can control is the entire McDonalds chain and maybe a quarter of Burger King's due to the fact that it was made via ignorant red-necks *hands over the banjo*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, next issue, a friend is feeling down, I drop in a comment to cheer her up a little, so did he, everyone's entitled to their own opinion right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: center;" id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;" id="c2216509353776782831"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;" id="c2216509353776782831"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822615733926013661" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;zatoush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;trade(give &amp;amp; take),balance(between the tow extremes) and limits(bounders an infinities) are the bases of the universe and life is only a way for you to own the right to be in heaven so instead of wastin time (u live only once) buy ur way to paradize , and remember that life is just a passage an that home is on the other side (don get too comfortable kuz ur dyin anyway) an the real journey begins once ur dead , also remember that god and satan made a bet on the human race an that god is on our side until we choose to be alleys to the devil . hope it illuminates u .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;31 January 2009 02:39:00 SGT&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;" id="c5400882696646826529"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;d4NiaL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, man, I've been down that road multiple times. The death thing? Choose what you want to believe but its gonna happen, and it does at a daily basis and at a very rapid race, yet more are getting born, its just nature's natural course (lol! nature twice! well kinda =/) "Think positive damnit!" Or in this case, think Lion King xD If it helps you feel better, I used to think about that way loads before I go to sleep, and oddly, cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor, take pride in what you do. Whatever gets you up in the morning be it a nice cup of coffee or DORITOOOS! Gief! Anywho, yeah, live for what you love doing, its your life, if people thinks that it sucks, FUCK EM(in the butt!). You evaluate your own worth mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GCSE's is somewhat of a big deal, but yeah, don't overestimate it, neither should you underestimate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? Your parents are gone for the week, that means some alone time! Grab a bag of doritos(omgdoritos!!!), rent a cheesy movie, have a lie in, watch it. Or whatever counts as a viable relaxing option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, gonna bother you on MSN now!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;31 January 2009 03:41:00 SGT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" onclick="" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6241344411843639164&amp;amp;postID=5400882696646826529" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" class="icon_delete" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Delete" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;" id="c2909773758205046506"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822615733926013661" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;zatoush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah rent a movie and eat doritoes and than in the end of the week u ll find urself more fat more desperate more looser ! i m impressed with ur ideas dan keep up the good work !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;31 January 2009 20:30:00 SGT&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;" id="c5760286481530410400"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;d4NiaL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mate, seriously, you want to talk shit, don't do it at the cost of ruining her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numbed-with-pain.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there, not gonna desecrate this blog with arguments that doesn't concern her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;01 February 2009 05:59:00 SGT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" onclick="" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=6241344411843639164&amp;amp;postID=5760286481530410400" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" class="icon_delete" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Delete" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right, seriously, I could've went on a rant about your opinion but hey, its your opinion and I didn't have a right to interfere or say "That's wrong!" because its yours, mine is mine, fuck off cunt. It just looked like you turned giving opinions or advice into a competition into saying which would be the best. There's no best, its controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;A friend is feeling down, you cheer 'em up, don't go saying shit like that. Get em to laugh, or at least smile. I don't usually candy coat stuff but if it means seeing them happy, I'd do it. If it means making a total idiot of myself, I'm there before you can say supercalifragilisticaspialidocious. Why? Because they mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell's your deal? Oh no! I ate a bag of chips while watching a movie! I'm desperate and growing fat! Grow up kid, that thing up your ass, yeah, I know how you like the feeling of it up there, but take it out and lighten up, because if you're that sad and pathetic to the point where you think chilling at home on a cold night with a bag of chips and a cheesy movie not entertaining, you're fucked up. Know how you whine about propaganda and how its wrong or whatever, you just did it right there. You took stuff out of context and over-emphasised/exaggerated it. Thats a form of propaganda right there. Makes ya feel all warm inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit the pettiness trying to get a cheap shot at me just because I don't agree with your theories, thats just being a whiny little brat. End this already. If I wanted to acknowledge your presence, I would've, but I just chose to ignore you because helping out a friend was more important to me than taking a cheap shot at a guy that disagreed with you. So what if I did? Its your theory, you made it, then you believe in it. Its yours, isn't mine, I merely voiced out my opinion disagreeing with it, not going against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, peace people.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-599825972412792568?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/599825972412792568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=599825972412792568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/599825972412792568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/599825972412792568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-i-wanna-settle-something-once-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2340384158631336930</id><published>2009-01-30T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:04:10.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall of Text</title><content type='html'>A majority of posts I had seems to be a major wall of text but bear with me, pics will come eventually but this is what I do to dump my thoughts somewhere which in turn avoids me going into a cynical downward spiral which I doubt I will never get out of for the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno but right now I just wanna feel a sense of belonging, something I can just go back to which is really home to me. Having watching one too many movies, anything that can be related to life is pretty much considered cliche. You know the ones where main character visits his hometown a couple of years later after leaving, people know you throughout the entire town, perhaps that girl who you used to ad a crush on is still living there, you know the drill. At this moment, I want something like that, a sense of belonging, home. Not sure why, but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty slow on the uptake today, just really really tired, so not myself. I even slept through the entire school day with my friends backing me up. Sure I sleep through classes, but only a class or two and I'm good for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are on my mind that I can't be arsed right now, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2340384158631336930?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2340384158631336930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2340384158631336930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2340384158631336930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2340384158631336930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/01/wall-of-text.html' title='Wall of Text'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6103346569534884505</id><published>2009-01-24T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:02:36.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, its kinda funny how we only realize the greatness of what we have at that very moment till you're faced with the fact of it being taken away from you. Now, I'm faced with one of leaving Ireland. Up to one point I couldn't help but constantly bitch and moan about what a shit-hole this place is, lugging my ass up and down the dark apartment with it all to myself, I never really took notice till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from my apartments balcony. Beautiful aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SXuUGfyv44I/AAAAAAAAATU/7B16jy8l8lI/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SXuUGfyv44I/AAAAAAAAATU/7B16jy8l8lI/s400/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988626238628738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, its not that I dread heading back to Singapore, I fucking worship the very idea of it. But there's the very little or major things depending on how you wanna see it. The people there are just really old-school. And when I mean "old-school", I mean: Superstitious, narrow minded pricks for the majority. Or maybe thats just my family? Oh, and chicks, geez... I'm gonna have to go back to frickin mind-games being part of some fucked up "I wanna tap that" ritual. Just get over it, like someone? Come out with it! Then again that goes against the whole fucking "mind-games" protocol and fucks you in the ass &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one too many things I'm worried about, but there's always the "ah well, worst comes to worst" kinda scenario that plays in my head. For example, its gonna be hard getting to poly or JC there, why? I'm not sure myself, but I gotta do really well, because it means either going back to sec 2, or heading to Poly/JC. Biiig difference there mate(no shit). 2nd, Malay, oh dear god you have no idea how much I suck at it. NO COMPRÉNDÉ CABRÓN/CABRÓNÉSS! The back up? My mindset, which is pretty much I have friends there that mean the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; to me. You guys really do, with y'all by my side, I can't really give two fucks. Hell you're all pretty much the reason why I give a shit anymore and also make me convince myself to keep going. You know who y'all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These good few years in Europe have really been life-changing, eye-opening and mind-expanding. Made me more tolerable of people with difference and accept them as who they are, not judge people at face value and shit like that. Thats what I pretty much live for these days. Paris, London, Dublin, Spain, Italy, big eye-opener to other cultures, you know where they're coming from so you don't mis-judge them. Compare it to Singapore from a whole different perspective, you can see they just spew crap. I've even heard shit like "All white people go to hell" (in malay of course) and I'm like "Mate fuck off (I need new friends...)...". What I'm gonna miss is the openness, the ability to be what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SXuUXRk_WnI/AAAAAAAAATc/2VpxrP0QibM/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SXuUXRk_WnI/AAAAAAAAATc/2VpxrP0QibM/s400/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294988914480601714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats a really old picture on my first trip to Paris. That river, uh, iono, but the Eifell Tower was infront of us. Like 200 yards away. 22/06/05 &lt;333 Good times, PSLE, Primary 6B 2006 was an awesome class, and was the year when I really fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had people ask me why I'm not really into malay people and I have only a few Malay friends and the rest are chinese/indian. 1.) Most of them are just majorly ignorant, and much more ignorant than your average Joe living in a countryside in the middle of Kansas (Hillbillys, cmon slow-poke get with the program!). Wait, not sure what else, but I know there's more, just haven't really been in contact with one of them for a good while. And they're somewhat anti-social and really racist. Its like "Eh, you know chinese people don't bathe?" &gt;.&gt; FARK YOU &lt;3333 But the chinese people, at most times I'm the only malay guy in the group, yet they welcome me with open arms and treat me equally. And this was since young, and for most parts, it was in mandarin so you pick up a good few things. Now they can talk to me in chinese, I'll just reply in english. I COMPRÉNDÉ SÍ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to let my mind go a bit, &lt;3 you guys. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SXuUGfyv44I/AAAAAAAAATU/7B16jy8l8lI/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6103346569534884505?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6103346569534884505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6103346569534884505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6103346569534884505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6103346569534884505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/01/imghttpi117.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SXuUGfyv44I/AAAAAAAAATU/7B16jy8l8lI/s72-c/DSC00353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8357768491221682773</id><published>2009-01-12T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:19:08.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written from my phone a few days back, just forgot to post it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SWtrmy09VcI/AAAAAAAAASU/2wTuJHM8THo/s1600-h/image-upload-31-767847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SWtrmy09VcI/AAAAAAAAASU/2wTuJHM8THo/s320/image-upload-31-767847.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its funny how really simple things like a show title can cause a rush of nostalgia... So while merely pressing the "-&amp;gt;" button to see whats up in other channels, guess whats on Cartoon Network? CARTOON CARTOONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a kid, an uncle from New York came to visit KL every summer and invited us to stay with his wife. He's black so I can say I'm part black? Sup mofos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go there close to every chance we get. Christmas, summer, you get the deal. Went out to chill at the pool, took road trips to Thailand. The one thing we had in common is our love of cartoons. At the end of the day, we just sit back to chill watching the likes of the good ol, classics. Reminded me of the good times really. Well also the crystal apple he has on the table which symbolized New York being called the Big Apple. I remember making a bet during a road trip to Penang about the length of that bridge. You still owe me 20 bucks and an ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times when you're feeling really down, people that are willing to listen at that moment and drop they're two cents are pretty much your true friends and I would like to say thanks a whole lot. You know who you are ^^. Yeah, the cigs will never happen again, just really messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home, and wow its like 12.40am. I'm off, peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8357768491221682773?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8357768491221682773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8357768491221682773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8357768491221682773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8357768491221682773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-funny-how-really-simple-things-like.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SWtrmy09VcI/AAAAAAAAASU/2wTuJHM8THo/s72-c/image-upload-31-767847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8849260484979199290</id><published>2009-01-02T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:08:10.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's</title><content type='html'>Sure, its a new year, whoop-tee-doo? No seriously... These past few days of me being absent from blogging, I'm not sure why. Every few hours I will feel a sudden urge to blog, then when I get infront of the laptop (as always), I just go "Fuck it" and head out, play Guitar Hero, dunno, just don't wanna put in the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For girl's, ever wondered how guys are from time to time? Or maybe every time? To us, girls are probably one of the most confusing of beings known to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mfl/lowres/mfln662l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mfl/lowres/mfln662l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets really messed up from time to time because of the opposite's perception of one another being total bullshit. They hear it from people who think they've got it all worked out. "Retarded prick", I usually retort. Well, along with a couple of insults which may lead to me shoving my foot up a person's ass. Though I would n't do so if you would actually take pleasure in having something up there, especially if you're a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try to help you clueless chicks from personal experience on how we tick and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Things Girl's Don't Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are more emotional then you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try. (trust me on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. (even the pimps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him. (yeah, and it's usually something stupid )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method. (oh yes! what guy has not tried this one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. (yeah, so stop calling 300 guys a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved. (yeah so stop calling 300 guys a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys don't care how gorgeous you are, if you're a *****-- Goodbye. (yeah so stop calling 300 guys a day and work on your personality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out. ( i can't really add anything to this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls are guys' weaknesses. (i wonder if it's the other way around too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys are very open about themselves (and if their not about something they have a damn good reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him more than anything else. (Advice is appreciated though =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. (yep, it goes back to that kindergarden kid that was poking the girl he liked with a stick, all the other guy's saw and thought "wow that's a damn good idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys love you more than you love them. ( yessir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole hell of a lot. ( this is true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key. (nice asses or boobs sure help though, don't get me wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped. (yeah, if your not compassionate, your insensitive, but if your too compassionate your gay....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant. (we really do, beleive it or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl. (and what guy hasn't done something stupid?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside. (this is always true )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that. (so we mean it when we say it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me." (it's pretty much the only thing we say that means something else, so know it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up. (yeah dude, seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them. (yeah, it's really annoying when you compliment a girl on her looks and then end up arguing with her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something. (unless were just spacing out. so check to see if were blinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes. (so get a telescope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily. (oh yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys. (it's actually true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them. (it's very strange)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A guy would give his right nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day. (no way! well maybe leftly, but not mr. right!...okay yes mr. right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it. (yeah, so remember, if we seem overwellmed and we don't ask for help, offer it. we'll accept it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of them...just most. good guys' are a dieing breed. (i blame the damn hippies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Guy's love it when girls talk about their boobs. (haha oh yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually (yeah so avoid guys who do that, they almost always turn out to be Assholes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs. (this is actually true! i didn't think i was but i tested it! so we don't admit it or even crack a smile we just grab your arms and pull them away...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts. (so true, especially after a rough day..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible. ( remember this one )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probaly still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life. (this is very true. takes us guys a long time to get over you girls. can you blame us? your awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this help's both chicas and dudes out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck its 2:07am. Peace guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8849260484979199290?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8849260484979199290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8849260484979199290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8849260484979199290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8849260484979199290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html' title='New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3436023688061234185</id><published>2008-12-16T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:25:44.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, all I want to do is flip off the first person that even slightly annoys me today. Sure I haven't been blogging for a good while but well, effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas Exams nearing (tomorrow actually) kinda had to step up, and when I say "step up", I mean cram as much shit into my head the night before. After I abruptly quit the fags, things seemed pretty alright for a few weeks, sure from time to time I would be going "Fuck it" but its all about will power, and I think I'm running out of it. I'm getting easily irritable, cynical and just downright pissy. Its like some chick with that major P.M.S shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been looking into anything that's just classic-based or some sort. That's where true originality um... originated? Oh you get my drift. Nowadays its just stuff from other different classics mixed up together to form something new, not original, new. Though would it count? Dunno. I'm just taking a break from studying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SUgz4RvJ_vI/AAAAAAAAASM/EJDM-gpwYzE/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SUgz4RvJ_vI/AAAAAAAAASM/EJDM-gpwYzE/s320/DSC00357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280527605018787570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fucking Trigonometry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Withdrawal symptoms have gradually gotten worse. Now I can't be arsed to dwell on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had those things you did way back that just haunt you till now? Like how you messed up or embarrassed yourself, something you did that you regret really. Being alone more than usual being its winter, they've been on my mind much more. Then again so have many other things. Bad things happen when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, gonna get some rest, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3436023688061234185?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3436023688061234185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3436023688061234185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3436023688061234185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3436023688061234185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-all-i-want-to-do-is-flip-off.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SUgz4RvJ_vI/AAAAAAAAASM/EJDM-gpwYzE/s72-c/DSC00357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-296781972163816392</id><published>2008-12-02T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:17:13.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever had those times where you just sit back, sigh and think: " God do I love my peeps..." Thats how I pretty much feel, talking about the randomest shit and having a laugh over it, like seriously, its made of downright crap, but it goes on for ages and at the end of it, my sides will hurt like hell or either my mom would come in thinking what the hell's wrong with me. Geez to my peeps, I love ya guys. And no I'm not drunk! I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of doing something like fine arts or something. Get into the mindset of people, know how they tick, and what better medium than through art right? Something where its hard to place definition being the versatile thing that it is. For example, Mike Ming, check this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m223/leviathanultima/?action=view&amp;current=hp-pavillion.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m223/leviathanultima/hp-pavillion.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it cannot be defined, it says something about the person going for that kinda thing. Thats what or how I feel about it. Everything you do, say, the way you say it, defines who you are as a person. Never in words though, never can be defined in words. Just flip anyone off and use that rusty crank and lift that middle finger up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw art into architecture and you're set. I mean, check that shit out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s105.photobucket.com/albums/m223/leviathanultima/?action=view&amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m223/leviathanultima/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That as some chill out spot outside your house or something would be nice wouldn't it? Dunno, thats whats been going through my mind these days, pure art. Well... Also I've been dreaming of getting my own place. An apartment which is just the first step towards freedom, plus it symbolises like, being single and enjoying life as it is. No other commitment kinda shit, know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, ever wondered why guys are such dick's when with other guys? Because we have to, thats like the unspoken rule somehow. Any form of vulnerabilty will mean getting ripped on for a really good while, so thats rarely good. We're only our true selves when were with guys that we can trust and I know maybe 2 or 3, all in Singapore, so that doesn't ring too well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to DragonForce songs lately. The guitar play is just fricking crazy. Through the Fire and Flames has to be the best really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jgrCKhxE1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0jgrCKhxE1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch at around 3:00+. Just crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, gonna cruise by some blogs now then head off, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-296781972163816392?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/296781972163816392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=296781972163816392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/296781972163816392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/296781972163816392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/12/ever-had-those-times-where-you-just-sit.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3883108751896606840</id><published>2008-11-26T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:53:31.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far I'm actually having a good start in turning over a new leaf. No cigs, no alcohol(well a slight sip yesterday, I try to limit myself greatly), and I've been going out more, thats a good sign right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naddie, I'll blog mmmkay? Here goes, to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when people are worried about you, its just too much. Always is because at times its uncalled for, and usually it would be over-protective, thus adding to the feeling of annoyance. For one, they've gone through it themselves, seen others going down that path. To every action, there's a consequence, cheesy line, but it does ring true, and retribution or reward will be carried out according to whatever you do. I do know that little work from time to time is just fucked up, but its better avoiding any more shit from your parents. At this moment you're thinking "Pssh, easier said than done..." and oh how right you are, but think about it this way: The shit you're going through right now, will the extra things you'll be doing worth it? Worth avoiding crap from your rents? From personal experience, my parents really annoy the living shit out of me, and during those worry discussions, it really pisses me off, but they're just being them. The beauty about it, is they're there when you need them, but also they're there when you don't. My dad is talking to me as I write and I can say, I'm just annoyed the fuck out right now, but he's there nonetheless, so I might as well make it worth his while, as they say, its the thought that counts right? Give it a bit of thought, but not too much thought or you'll end up like me: Fucking cynical... Trust me on this. Sure, the time with them not bothering you is pure heavenly, but after a good while, you're gonna start to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my opinions from here. What I don't get these days is people worried about me changing, and they even compared me to when I was a kid. Seriously?!?!?! Hell the only thing I knew when I was a kid was to eat, sleep, play... Maybe eat sand once in a while, but I didn't know much, and I was easily influenced by propaganda bullshit or anything that my parents told me. "Don't whistle at night or the ghosts will come after you" my mom used to say, and I BELIEVED THAT. Not now I do, obviously I gained more understanding about the stuff going on around me. I mean, sure, back then in the old and really narrow minded times, these were actually believed, and to the minority that knew this wasn't true, they re-enforced it nevertheless because apparently it was very effective in preventing people from doing so. Retarded? Indeed. Smart? True.  Going off point there, okay, but now I've changed from being a dump innocent kid to one aware of the total shit thats going on in this world, what happens? I get chastised for pointing out the obvious, knowing stuff I "shouldn't know". I know they're trying to shield me from that or at times just ignorant, they've gotta know that its just downright inevitable, let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went unbelievably well, I ditched school, but I knew there was gonna be a consequence to this tomorrow. Ah well, half half day, I wouldn't waste my time in school if I'm gonna be there for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to chill around at Nick's place to chill for a really short bit, then went out to Liffey Valley, then back to Nick's again. Damn I found out how badly I sucked at Guitar Hero, I mean sure I wasn't THAT bad, but holy crap. For consolation, he had it for a really long time before I did, so that kinda makes it alright to suck. His lil bro was pretty cool xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do apologize for my cynical-ness, but its just the lack of cigs and alcohol talking, give me a good while till I'm someone fine. Quitting it is like riding a bike with training wheels that can be taken off, yes installed really easily. The training wheels would be the bad shit that I put into myself that seem to make my life easier in the short term, but fucks me up completely on the long term. What happens when you take the wheels off? You will be all wobbly and fall down a good number of times, you feel like you wanna quit, but the end result is worth it. Think back then of the times when you first bought your "big boy/girl" bike, as my dad used to call it. Apply it to me situation, hope you guys understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I'm listening to a news report. A terrorist attack has been carried out in Mumbai. 80 people killed, mostly targeted Americans and other tourists. To be honest, I actually feel sorry for whoever did it. Think about it, what the hell drives people to that very extent where they have nothing else to live for. There are a really good number of factors, not countless, just a fair number that I couldn't be arsed to mention right now, well perhaps one main one: Poverty. It just fucks people over constantly. I've seen those charitable organizations, looked into them, wasn't too pleased. But I learned a few things, there are two types of aid, bilateral and multi lateral aid. Bilateral aid would be giving it directly to the government and they will distribute the money among his people who he vowed to serve, and multilateral aid, where its given to the organizations where they will do it properly. I mean,for a country thats actually requiring aid, the government must've been doing something wrong. So here's the deal with bilateral aid:&lt;br /&gt;Money goes to government, prick takes a "small" cut, then it goes to different ministers and then they all take a small cut, then it goes to the people. So for every dollar you donate, the people are actually getting only 10-25 cents. Likewise with the good people who help bilateral aid, all the money they spend shipping the food, water, medical aid, and the fees for moving the money itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in power these days... If I were to be given such power, I would refuse as I know at what point of power I'm capable of handling. They aren't true the the flag, they only care about offshore bank accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh screw, I'm dying for an intelligent debate. Share like different opinions and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I think I might head off, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3883108751896606840?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3883108751896606840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3883108751896606840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3883108751896606840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3883108751896606840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-far-im-actually-having-good-start-in.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3259787136599120143</id><published>2008-11-23T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:06:57.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, there goes it. My level of cynicism has just gone through the roof. Perhaps its just the withdrawals from lack of fags? Everyone around me? Maybe. Then again it would be just typical to blame everyone else isn't it? I do know I'm in a dark place right now. I'm just gonna stick to my belief of it being a rite of passage on turning over a new leaf. I've went a week without lighting up a cig and I feel great! Well not really, its an attempt nonetheless and also a record. A week, yeah. Been cutting down prior to last week then stopped. Cut off completely. I know its nothing significant but it sure as hell means something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why but any discussion of religion just pisses me off entirely. Why? It just does. In my OPINION, its more of a way of life which people choose to lead. Doesn't mean whoever it is that sets the example of how we should live, is the fucking lord or someone great. We just felt that it was somewhat genius. Still it doesn't make sense right? I mean, back then, people believed the world was flat, the sun and the other planets revolved around the Earth, the Pope was infallible, doomsday predictions etc. All bullshit isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the one about the Pope being infallible in conjunction with the theory of "The planets revolve around the Earth": It was possibly the 1500s (can't be arsed to look it up now, let me rant!), It was Nicolaus Copernicus who made a discovery that the Earth WAS NOT the centre of the (or this) universe, instead, the sun is. He published a book about it. And guess who crashes it? The Church, by the big man himself. He was told to take back his theories because the bible said otherwise to his theories or risk being excommunicated from the Church. And you know, back then, being excommunicated meant either being killed or you go to hell, and people actually believed the latter. So the poor guy had no choice, he took it back. Later in the 1500s, Galileo Galilee, confirmed his theory, and many other scientists went along but had to keep it on the down low. Close to 500 fucking years later, only then, did the Pope admit he was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa, rewind! Infallible was perceived to be some sort of divine right, given by God itself, to the Pope, some almighty wisdom, which means he is never wrong. But what happened there?!?! How the hell was that infallible? He fucked up! Get it?!?! Gets you thinking doesn't it? Gets the believers thinking don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do ultimately apologize for putting it in such light, BUT, its fact. Did I pass out and suddenly in some alternate universe where its wrong to tell the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks bad doesn't it, I'm only chastising one religion. Oh no, no I'm not. My overall message is not saying "fuck religion", I'm saying think for yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more controversial than Christianity and Islam right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason there is news in the first place would be the bad news being fed constantly to the media. Yes, blame the media. The only thing being aired right now is just bad news. Good news comes once every month or two. Ever noticed that? See, that's what causes ignorance, which will be also the cause of our own downfall. That's the cause of all the hate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blogging helps me relieve these things from my head so it helps a lot. I do sincerely apologize if I offended anyone. Just expressing my views. Anywho, end of my rant,&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3259787136599120143?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3259787136599120143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3259787136599120143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3259787136599120143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3259787136599120143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-there-goes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1856533949238926831</id><published>2008-11-17T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:15:35.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well, looks like my sleeping pattern has been fucked yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I came back, I was just absolutely knackered, but I had to help mom move some stuff to the new house. Yeah, we moved, again... Bright side would be that I wouldn't have to changes houses this time, isn't too bad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued with the usual trivo's with Wan and Naddie. I mean seriously, we just seem to click. We talk shit about everything thats anything for ages until Naddie has to go then its not much fun anymore xD Ah well, they're gonna have to head off some time soon. Looks like I've gotta wait next summer to get my old self back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much dead here, the cold isn't helping either, it just seems to emphasize my laziness somehow. This is so unlike me... I was supposed to do my project briefing a while ago but I just can't, no motivation AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom I decided to take one of those personality tests. One of the questions kinda struck a chord in me: What is life?&lt;br /&gt;It was those multiple choice questions and one of the choices were 'That's a stupid question'. Gets ya thinking eh? No? Well it got me thinking. To be honest, you can't really say, tell or describe what life is about. Life is life itself, one too many paths to go down, different views, different mindsets, different OPINIONS. Yes, opinions. With that thought made, my conclusion: Life is an opinion. To some, life is all about true love and friendship, but to others it would be the total opposite. See? So life cannot really be defined, plus, it would really suck if it could because that means no originality, uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again being unique is impossible. Really is in every single aspect of your character. I'm pretty sure there's a loop of human characteristics that make us human but they're not infinite, once it comes full circle, you will then know how unique you are, so technically it doesn't exist, but will exist. Get my gist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to life, you see where I'm getting at? That's not life if it could be defined, thats like a fucking dictatorship. I mean, sure thats ideal but doesn't mean I should devote every bit of my life to it. Like religion. I'm not gonna go into further detail but those who are more open minded will get my reference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ranting about how the world is =. =" perfecto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.10am, GMT+ 0... Fuck this guys, gonna crash at 4, wake up at or 5, wake up at 7am for school later on. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1856533949238926831?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1856533949238926831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1856533949238926831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1856533949238926831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1856533949238926831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-well-looks-like-my-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3114152759270385387</id><published>2008-11-13T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:57:44.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About time I did some shitty slip shot work for something really important like I always do. Ah well I'm gonna have to catch up sometime soon I figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being sick for the past 3 days, I got really bored and decided to clean my keyboard... I know, my keyboard, and not just any other keyboard, its my laptop's keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00323.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00323.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00324.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else better to do =/ Ah well, slept even more then woke up today hoping I've not missed anything important. Screw school I know but then again I wanna do this for myself! And hey, guess what? I'm fucked! Yeah, got majorly boned by trigonometry, perfecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00326.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how gay... Plus, I've got my O' level Technology project planned out by tomorrow. On top of all that, I've got some really pressing stuff on my mind lately so I took a fairly long walk, hell I just came back! I'm not too sure why but I just snapped a pic. Looked way peaceful and sooo European-like. You know, those movies when one of the characters has to think about stuff, clear his head, its always in that setting: Dark, bright warm street lamps, one person walking all by his lonesome. Talk about cheesy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00314.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, checked the temp. Brrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00315.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's life for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier on today, after I came home, chilled around a bit, went on msn, the usual, but while chatting about really random crap, we (we being me, Wan and Naddie) decided to turn our trivo into some conference thingy. Technically it was my idea but oh what the hell. Something I barely do but hope to do more of in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh possible detention tomorrow since I missed Wednesday's due to sickness, hope the prick forgets, I really do. Even if he does, fuck that I'm not going to no detention on a Friday evening. Dick could suspend me for all I care... Geez what's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost 3 and I'm gonna need some sleep for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3114152759270385387?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3114152759270385387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3114152759270385387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3114152759270385387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3114152759270385387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-time-i-did-some-shitty-slip-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7474015777867514190</id><published>2008-11-10T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:16:42.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SRjA2MzrXvI/AAAAAAAAARI/6fSSXqHmFnw/s1600-h/image-upload-110-700642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SRjA2MzrXvI/AAAAAAAAARI/6fSSXqHmFnw/s320/image-upload-110-700642.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know I shouldn't be consuming alcohol at this hour, this state and having school the next day but then again, its kinda rude to turn down an offer for one aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Kar made that for me. Baileys, Kahlua, vanilla ice cream and whip cream to top it off. Lol not too sure what was missing for the toppings so she improvised with whipped cream xD Now I gotta pay by downing a really hot mug of plain flippin water... Ah well. Worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just figured I might do a lil post from my phone before I eventually nod off. Throat is still killing me right now, don't think the delicious desert did any damage. Or at least not much damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 15 mins ago, I saw some sports reporter dude that was in the same flight as me when I was coming back from Singapore. Can't remember the name but since I was promoted to business class for being a kid(one perk i'll miss next year), we started talking. I thing it was the flight from Singapore to Frankfurt but yeah, he was there heading to Dublin to cover the long gone Ryder Cup. The way he introduced himself was just downright cool and utterly professional. Like seriously, if I were a chick, I'd swoon. You know the way they introduce themselves on the news and such. Yeah, that. Anywho, bla bla bla, found out he has a place in Singapore, AND he works for ESPN! Like Fuck how cool is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, thats life. I've still got library books close to a month overdue so I'm gonna return them on wednesday seeing as its a half day, might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting late and I've gotta do my French essay and shit I missed today. Peace amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7474015777867514190?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7474015777867514190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7474015777867514190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7474015777867514190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7474015777867514190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-shouldnt-be-consuming-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SRjA2MzrXvI/AAAAAAAAARI/6fSSXqHmFnw/s72-c/image-upload-110-700642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8234357388353970493</id><published>2008-11-10T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:41:16.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah! Priority numero uno: Get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was coming down with something yesterday but didn't hope I would be sick. I meant it in a good way seeing as my immune system usually boots it out the very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fairly bored yesterday so I headed out to some carnival called "Toys 4 Big Boys". The name kinda gives it away BUT a good bit of it was pretty much well... chick stuff. Massage thingies, nail parlors, handbag shops, well you get the gist. I'm gonna figure that's 12 euro wasted. Went paint balling at some place afterwords and got wet in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you do the math. Sweat + Rain and being wet for about the next few hours = Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next day with a slight throb but anywho, I could suck it up and go through the day without a problem but I just can't be arsed, so I just exaggerated the sickness and well waddya know, she bought it, I can stay home. Just to rub it in Nick's face, I texted him saying "Cya tomorrow =p". Lol its a thing we do to top each other in basically everything thats anything. What's a little friendly competition to keep a good friendship alive eh? But we know our boundaries nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I just came to a conclusion, or maybe a statement or a rule I just set myself: Never want anything too badly. Be it anything, if I get to a point where I would want something so badly, and finally get it, I wouldn't have the same enthusiasm for said object/person anymore. People I've talked to recently pretty much helped me got to this conclusion so you know who you are, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8234357388353970493?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8234357388353970493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8234357388353970493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8234357388353970493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8234357388353970493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/hah-priority-numero-uno-get-some-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2302077647594956463</id><published>2008-11-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:30:08.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling somewhat frustration towards everything that's anything and its really going to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea what it may be to be honest, just really pissed off for some reason. I just wanna detach myself from reality itself, just for that few moments of peace. Maybe its just some dawn of truth that hit me when my Junior Certificate (an exam similar to the O's back home) technology project briefing paper came in the mail with its official-ness so I figure it made some sorta impact. I really gotta mug hard for 2008/9 if I'm ever gonna go where I would want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm setting my sights on possibly getting a masters in psychology in conjunction with philosophy, not too bad eh? I dunno why psychology, maybe I just enjoy helping people. Cheesy? Indeed, fact nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely watching the presidential elections that went on, I still wonder why the fuck is the rest of the world celebrating it? Could be ignorance but whatever, even though America would be pretty much in the center of he world (figuratively of course) what, why or how would some president affect whatever that's going on in other nations. Like seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should get a new blogskin when I can be arsed. I just feel like chucking my laptop out the window right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2302077647594956463?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2302077647594956463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2302077647594956463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2302077647594956463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2302077647594956463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-feeling-somewhat-frustration.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7089244971217099653</id><published>2008-11-01T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:20:00.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been probably the most unproductive week-off I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to-do list I prepared out of boredom while going through a double period of business basically went to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Get new blogskin ( )&lt;br /&gt;Return overdue library books ( )&lt;br /&gt;Get a lot of rest (x)&lt;br /&gt;Study for upcoming French test ( )&lt;br /&gt;Buy more post-its ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure really, just have no drive to do the slightest chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried blogging on cue multiple times and it doesn't work. Really, I sit for like 15 minutes in front of my laptop and my mind goes blank but it comes easy while doing the dishes. Weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallow e'en went pretty good even though I can't remember what happened though vague flashes. The ritual here would be to head out, go trick-or-treat-ing, get a few drinks and just get wasted, come home around 4 in the morn. The whole thing would begin by leaving anything of value to you at home seeing as its gonna be fairly dangerous at night, then head out, grab friends, do the whole get-candy-routine, chill out somewhere, light up a bonfire, then get wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much recollection but I believe twas fun nonetheless, might be receiving pictures soon xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, too tired to blog now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7089244971217099653?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7089244971217099653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7089244971217099653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7089244971217099653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7089244971217099653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-has-been-probably-most.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5077918936472694545</id><published>2008-10-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:39:23.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having the apparent memory of a goldfish, I figured I might give writing short simple notes on my arm a shot. Sean kept grabbing my hand during business out of curiosity which lead to giving my hand an involuntary "twitch" thus "accidentally" slapping him. Mind your own business! Anywho, its working fairly well, less slacking and forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frick! Detention next week =. =" Due to me being utterly late like loads of times. The classes I missed amounted to 1 day of school being 8 hours. Meh, take it like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with me but I'm fatigued easily, and to top that off, I've got a slight hangover through doing shots while hanging with the guys. Apparently I've got the knack for coming to revelations while in a state of emotion either being VERY sad, or VERY happy. Well, VERY (insert emotion here) anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the feeling when you wanted something SO bad, at the same time you know you can't get it, the flaws won't deter you from wanting it at all. But as soon as you have it, the flaws are just so apparent and "in your face" that you deeply regret your decision for going after it in the first place. This leads to my other revelation, things you want that badly just isn't all worth it. You may go "The hell is he talking about"? Well its like a linear equation having 2 variables thus leading to the problem solver. Well, figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my head eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its so unlike me being that I don't usually reach this depth of thought evenn though I daydream a lot. Doesn't involve something serious. Maybe might be a case of self-denial and not wanting to face my troubles.&lt;br /&gt;I think giving advice to one's self is like trying to cut your own hair. It doesn't work, and ends up really badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wondering recently what the hell do we(we being my friends) usually talk about. I just recorded a 2 minute sound clip on my phone and found out we really talk about anything, and everything crap or just downright retarded xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna upload it sometime soon if I can find some service which allows me to, but till then&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5077918936472694545?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5077918936472694545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5077918936472694545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5077918936472694545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5077918936472694545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/10/having-apparent-memory-of-goldfish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-8711295710311574788</id><published>2008-10-05T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:57:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl, haven't been on MSN much lately as I've been too busy playing World of Warcraft (No life!) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I was supposed to quit but I got cold turkey so I went back to it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed around a bit, did like, the final raid dungeon of Burning Crusade. PvP-ed, earned my Justicar title with my friend so here are some random screenie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=WoWScrnShot_082508_210134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/WoWScrnShot_082508_210134.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PvP-ing with Nick(right) and some random dude on my priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=WoWScrnShot_100408_041228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/WoWScrnShot_100408_041228.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que-ing up for the PvP event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=WoWScrnShot_100408_043333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/WoWScrnShot_100408_043333.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wewt got my Justicar title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=WoWScrnShot_100508_024252.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/WoWScrnShot_100508_024252.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Brutallus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=WoWScrnShot_100508_033532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/WoWScrnShot_100508_033532.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutallus downed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=WoWScrnShot_100508_160849.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/WoWScrnShot_100508_160849.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalecgos, wiped at 11% health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=WoWScrnShot_100508_162142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/WoWScrnShot_100508_162142.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kil'Jaeden... Yes, THE Kil'jaeden... Gonna finish next week ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, my weekend was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While daydreaming and reminiscing as I always do,I found out I had a serious flaw: I can't change for the better. Ever heard the saying "A leopard can't change its spots"? Well I found that rings true. It's this "I don't give a flying fuck" attitude which I can't shake off. Maybe a spur of the moment feeling will make me go 'yeah, I should change' but later it will just go off and I will revert back to my old self again. For example, Paris when I was like 12, nothing too major to me (or at least thats how I felt). I know its frickin Paris! But feelings like that started to seep in just weeks ago. 2 years post the trip! Likewise when I visited my aunt in London. I just didn't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I do and looking back, I feel pretty lucky having traveled to more places than your average person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we can only feel feelings in extremities. Not too sure if you will get me but its like, you won't feel sadness until you feel true sadness, you won't feel happiness till you feel true happiness kinda philosophical-doo-dad. The grey area is just too easy to shrug off. That being the major flaw in us. This major factor contributes to stuff like taking drugs being that it messes with the head thus simulating what "true happiness" or bliss may be for that person. We ourselves are our greatest enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty much boned from the day you were born, you have been pawned to the hands of society and the media which greatly influences us today. Some people are lucky, timing is right, born into something good, almost no bad influences, a good judge of morality etc. Its all built into your head, by the time you're older, those influences will be second nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion is that there is no wrong nor there is a right. Its just public opinion and we belong to the majority. You can take a kid brought up with bad friends, junkies for parents etc and compare em to those high class well brought up kids. Both will have very different views on whats wrong and right. The one with a bad background will think what the "kid with a good background"'s morals are wrong and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just brainstorming and thinking here. And thats my opinion and I have every right to free speech so suck it! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looks like my head's done in. Way too tired now,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-8711295710311574788?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/8711295710311574788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=8711295710311574788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8711295710311574788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/8711295710311574788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/10/hai-lawl-havent-been-on-msn-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-4881227568218845564</id><published>2008-09-29T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:39:52.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SOFZOHMmRKI/AAAAAAAAARA/1uigncTFL7Y/s1600-h/image-upload-89-792599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SOFZOHMmRKI/AAAAAAAAARA/1uigncTFL7Y/s320/image-upload-89-792599.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A really depressing photo I know. Was passing by the library on the way to Starbucks and this graphic novel kinda enticed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Auschwitz" the title shares its name with one of the many infamous extermination camp during the Nazi' somewhat supremacy and quest for the master race: Arian. Its Hitler's apparent view of a perfect race and in order to achieve this, he planned to wipe out the other races. This action is called genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel began with this really morbid intro and the background being a destroyed tower: After the dawn of civilization, the Christians declared "If you remain Jews, you shall not live amongst us".     In the Middle Ages, leaders decided "You shall no longer live amongst us."     Finally, the Nazis decreed:"You shall no longer live".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel containsmany philosophical messages. And as somewhat of an atheist, it allowed me to analyze it further without my thoughts and views being taboo. The persecution of Jews throughout history has led me to think about religion. Christianity teacher people to "Love one another". In my opinion, this is a delusion! To avoid another Auschwitz, we have to face up to the contradictions at the heart of human nature. It isn't utopian to think that we can "hate each other in peace".&lt;br /&gt;What I propose may seem rather drastic but its results from my deepest convictions. If you compare what religious programs say to the actual discourse that goes on in private within Muslim, Jewish, Christian communities, the contrast is so great that it makes any true brotherly love impossible! The story tells of the power religion has to seperate people. Members of each side think they own the truth, and they want to convince the other side that they are right. Thats what is so dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through that, I realized thats the best philosophical break down since ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today went pretty good really. I went to town instead. Sat down and thought for a while, then decided to go to school as I don't wanna let my parents and peeps down. Missed a good bit of technology and business so those are gone, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that I was very tired this morning. The night before, I was up finishing this book that I borrowed. One of my flaws, I get easily addicted xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, gotta go, need rest for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-4881227568218845564?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/4881227568218845564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=4881227568218845564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4881227568218845564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4881227568218845564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/09/ruffle.html' title='Ruffle'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SOFZOHMmRKI/AAAAAAAAARA/1uigncTFL7Y/s72-c/image-upload-89-792599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6830875007600579299</id><published>2008-09-29T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:11:47.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SOCNw6ehnCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/arC7bEZlJbY/s1600-h/image-upload-73-707363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SOCNw6ehnCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/arC7bEZlJbY/s320/image-upload-73-707363.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The picture was entirely random. Basically I can't post without a picture, dont'l know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the day with a nice "Fucking hell...". Both the alarm and my phone was going off. Not too sure why particularly today but it apparently just sucks ass. Dad called like 5 minutes later telling me that its Hari Raya in like two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this wasn't my first one away from home, and no matter how messed up or dysfunctional my family members are, I still wanna go back, have those laughs. And that day usually reminds me of my closest friend. Known him since I was like 3, he lived like two doors down from me. Every year his dad would bring home a bunch of firecrackers for us to go crazy with. Lol once I remembered he brought this one which shot up into the air, sparks flying, you know. It was like 10 bucks a pop. So mom had a veeeery smart idea to light it and throw it instead of rooting in on the ground. We ran, saw it ignite and hit the house next to mind xD pretty comical really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, good times... I'm late now and I couldn't care less. This level of calmness isn't normal for me. Its like, the weight of the world is on my shoulders but I couldn't give a Damn. Yeah somethings changed. I just don't care for anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the thought where you wish everything is just gone? Like some sort of void space, its quiet, peaceful, etc. Just nothingness. I know this isn't like me but I just need some time to myself know? Whenever I sit down, open a book, anything that relaxes me, something comes up that very second and I have to get up and do it. Its frustratingly tiring and maybe thats what I am now. Just mentaly, physically, emotionally tired. Its like there's no remaining purpose for me at the end of the day. All I need is something or sometime to allow me to just think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of ditching school today but, I just can't... The old days of hanging in town while everybody else is stuck in school. Sitting on a bench in a fairly busy city while looking at your surroundings, its like those movies where this guy just sits there, while everything else is in fast motion. Well thats how I felt and it surprisingly put many things into perspective. I'm not making much sense and this wasn't how I wanted this post to be having dictated it a thousand times in my head. I guess going with the flow isn't so viable anymore eh? Well I hope not because thats what I excel at somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more when I get the chance. Though I really can't be assed. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6830875007600579299?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6830875007600579299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6830875007600579299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6830875007600579299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6830875007600579299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/09/screw.html' title='Screw...'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SOCNw6ehnCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/arC7bEZlJbY/s72-c/image-upload-73-707363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6275738718970218626</id><published>2008-09-22T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:52:57.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SNexSEcYAYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Dha7ieLXp8o/s1600-h/image-upload-72-776491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SNexSEcYAYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Dha7ieLXp8o/s320/image-upload-72-776491.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Salut peeps! Studying french after a hot shower at midnight doesn't prove to be a good idea... Well since I wouldn't have time to do so tomorrow morning, might as well do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mention I had a test tomorrow, and a french test at that! Geez we had one last friday and one first thing when we get back. I already did bad on the first one what makes her think I'd do better in the 2nd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats one of a few subjects I've given up on. Technicaly not really since I bucked up on my business and geography and it looks like I'm doing pretty good. Languages just aren't my thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate on my previous post regarding the Joker, I'll give an example. A personal experiment. Instead of sticking to the plan(or scheme as that psychopatic genius calls it) of slacking during maths as usual then revising shit I don't understand. Got home, found out I couldn't figure it out myself, guess what, I PANICKED. When you panic, everything starts to go downhill. Lol, proving his theory at the cost of my academic progression... Ah well, peeps are helping me get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its the end of the weekends, I'm gonna commence blogging from my phone henceforth or till a computer is available. If you wanna tell the difference whether I'm blogging from my phone or the computer, just look at the layout. Phone is just usually one pic at the top(only allows one) and when I'm on the computer, its a small mess of pictures on irregular intervals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Anywho, gonna finish the quick revision and get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6275738718970218626?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6275738718970218626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6275738718970218626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6275738718970218626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6275738718970218626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/09/salut-peeps-studying-french-after-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SNexSEcYAYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Dha7ieLXp8o/s72-c/image-upload-72-776491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-4873620830863759249</id><published>2008-09-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:48:06.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what came in the mail today! My frickin credit card! Well its on a fairly strict leash but works nonetheless xD Lookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00285.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00286.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Dah...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol Iknowrite its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been somewhat tiring, even though I did jack shit, I just felt my threshold for resisting sleepiness deteriorating. Like, Monday was fine, then Tuesday, it started to get me. Wednesday, I dozed off at like 9, Thursday, crashed on the table at 7, then on Friday, during school, I just crashed, woke up when it ended xD Lol had to thank Al and Nick for dragging me about and backing me up. Cmon, its Autumn now, progressing towards winter. Weather is just way too perfect for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/DSC00288.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just randomly snapped that while blogging. Lol, Well thats how I blog, all too comfy, cappuccino and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really done much these days, just way too tired. Then again I gotta push myself to do so if I ever wanna get back. Though easier said than done, and at the rate this is going at, I highly doubt my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently trying out my credit card after torrenting and watching the Dark Knight. Watching this for the third time, I realized the Joker's epiphanies or theories actually made some sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; It's the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans,  and uh, look where that got you. I just did what I do best. I took your little plan and I turned it on itself. Look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. You know what I noticed? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that like a gang banger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all, part of the plan. But when I say that one little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its in bold. Everything that is planned out will go wrong somehow, and when it does, everyone panics. Now THATS why I "go with the flow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm a little tired and its only like 5pm... Dude wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-4873620830863759249?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/4873620830863759249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=4873620830863759249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4873620830863759249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4873620830863759249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what-came-in-mail-today-my.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6248105554272363302</id><published>2008-09-14T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:11:04.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SM3SSCYWUhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H8qlqB_oMF4/s1600-h/image-upload-317-763919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SM3SSCYWUhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H8qlqB_oMF4/s320/image-upload-317-763919.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Geez, its like 3 in the morning and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to me not doing much for yesterday other than literally lying in bed all day somehow might be my body's way of trying to salvage whats left of the "day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for the classic milk and cookies to make me sleep but alas doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cold, raining outside and its warm and snuggly inside, how the hell can I not sleep? Well blogging through my trusty phone and lifeline would be the only way to kill time aye? Don't know what I'd do without this thing. MSN, blogger, internet access to reply to tags, and also a phone... Close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being awake at this hour oddly reminded me of the summer I spent in Singapore, going out till from 3 in the afternoon and end up talking and wandering around aimlessly with my close friend\s talking about anything and everything and hell that wasn't enough. I even remember me and cuzzy hanging around in orchard till 7am. Bonding ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, my cousin, a worthy subject to blog about. He's my bestest friend in the world and also family which is a really nice plus. You know those times when you have a really close friend and tell him\her "I wish you were my brother/sister", but this time it really is true. We hung out with each other since we were 2 and I'm a year older than him. I seem to excel him in everything that girls, thats somehow his area xD. Us going through hardships together strengthened our bond further. Well being 5k miles away it kinda sucks. The only bad thing is that he objectifies girls as that, not much depth when it comes to that at all and he is fairly immature but no ones perfect yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol looks like Nick can't sleep either. Just recieved his sms about what to bring tomorrow and stuff. Dear god I don't know what I'd be without him. Shit if not for him I would've not gotten into 3.1! Well Nick is Irish and he's the rare kinda type you know: not mentally retarded? Lol if you want me to be politically correct fine, mentally `challenged`... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god my breath stinks... Lol a good way to start a sentence. Then again, I was reading this book "Bringing Down the House" which was made into the movie "21". The starting line is "First... It began with sushi." lol, brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I've been hating french classes even more recently. Just can't be assed to take a 3rd language! Cmon I already got malay and even that I'm not good at. Well i'm not proud of it but I just seem to suck at languages. I came to a conclusion that I'm not fluent in ANY language, lol! Kinda sucks eh? &lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting sleepy but I gotta pack my bag, prepare for school etc. Just, to all my peeps, I miss you guys! Apple as usual the most :p lol jk, no favourites really *fingers crossed* xD&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6248105554272363302?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6248105554272363302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6248105554272363302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6248105554272363302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6248105554272363302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/09/cookie-jar.html' title='Cookie Jar'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SM3SSCYWUhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H8qlqB_oMF4/s72-c/image-upload-317-763919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1390362044597506425</id><published>2008-09-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:15:29.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing better than chilling in your own room on a rainy day, sheets covering you, half a pizza and lukewarm coke eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to blog recently due to the changed time-table of how my life should be run =. =": No computers during week days. Iknowrite sucks? Well I duped the key to my moms room which basically where the laptop is and use it. Stop before mom comes back and all's fine and dandy right? WRONG! She comes back on&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; very irregular&lt;/span&gt; intervals. So I went back on working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came to visit Ireland since the last post. He arrived on the same day I did and apparently the same time xD Go figure! He left like 2 days ago so it gets pretty dull without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after "slacking"(after my usual work-out routines), I was about to close the drapes then I saw muscles! Huge I tell you! Lol, meh jk, though I wasn't expecting it, I'm pretty happy ^^ So I got into a very vain 30 seconds or a minute of snapping pics of myself xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00265.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00265.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00266.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00268.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00268.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, well I'm a step towards getting rid of "those" as Apple calls em xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00273.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00273.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten into graphic novels and pizza recently xD Spent about 30 euros on frozen pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00283-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00283-1.jpg" border="0" alt="rofl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THATS how you tell a pizza is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00239.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frickin love the art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00240-Copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00240-Copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I chill, a bottle of cola and a bag of cookies ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00282.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00282.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choco Pudding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00079.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav pink cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00237.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Well to anyone that thinks I'm showing off, damn right I am ^^ Well I worked for it, so I pretty much deserve to do so. So... HAH! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out more often I'm mostly sent by my mom and that 80s music station is like, fricking stuck in my head! Well, its the 80s, and maybe I've been brainwashed or something but I'm starting to find it catchy. Weird xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching this show on MTV like 3 hours ago, was called Calum Best or something, but a quick synopsis, its about some dude living in cali, promised not to have sex for 50 days and 50 nights... Geez with chicks throwing themselves at you on a very explicit level would make me crack withing the first 2 seconds! Kudos to you calum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of something philosophical to write about but now I'm just blank as usual, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Just got off the phone with dad annnnnnd, I might be going back this December if I do well in the Christmas tests! Woot! Well gotta study hard eh? Though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00245.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/DSC00245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this look like studying to you? Lol, me and Karl teamed up during free class to pelt a few peeps with really hard bread xD Well.... I just sat there with my feet on the table snapping pics while chatting to peep on msn through phone xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanywho, I'm gonna finish my chores, till next week I hope&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1390362044597506425?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1390362044597506425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1390362044597506425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1390362044597506425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1390362044597506425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-nothing-better-than-chilling-in.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/lolburger/th_DSC00265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3975106068140797800</id><published>2008-09-04T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:27:43.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herrow!</title><content type='html'>Argh! Doing history project right now and its like 12 in the morn... Looks like someone's sleeping pattern is screwed xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received this e-mail from Amanda, old me, was like HOLYSHITWTF?!?!?! Dear god thats a really really huge difference. Lookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/?action=view&amp;current=IMG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG0733.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/CIMG0733.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is this connection cheesing me off... Gonna upload pictures tomorrow if I can. Just too tired right now and can't waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3975106068140797800?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3975106068140797800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3975106068140797800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3975106068140797800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3975106068140797800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/09/herrow.html' title='Herrow!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/th_CIMG0733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2723477644369597343</id><published>2008-08-25T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:33:12.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Aen</title><content type='html'>Baby, sorry wasn't able to reply your message cos I've just got no cred. Just gimme a miss call if you want me on MSN and I'll come running ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00236.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00227.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it doesn't sound psycho. I find it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; sweet, I do the same too xD Sweet and better chicks out there? Its a possibility though you're my number 1 right now, in Ireland? Downright impossible! So don't worry yea? Things won't change, trust me on that, we can pick up where we left off when I get back ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2723477644369597343?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2723477644369597343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2723477644369597343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2723477644369597343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2723477644369597343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-aen.html' title='To Aen'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/th_DSC00231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7250094114573738676</id><published>2008-08-25T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:28:47.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Herrow! Gah, fairly long no update. Just was out a fair bit here and there yaknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored so I called Nick over to hang out. Chatted about stuffs till he left. Good luck with May yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to  Botanical Gardens the next day, hung out here and there, and the squirrels! Love those lil fekers. Was eating kit kat and this thing climbed up my jeans and I fed it some while it was on my shoulder xD Too cute! Dad scared it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00159.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi momo!&lt;br /&gt;(Yes momo xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cmon quit eating momo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00170.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey shouldn't the mom be the one pushing the pram? Oh cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squirell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG0729.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/CIMG0729.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dad, Woot almost his height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG0733.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/CIMG0733.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh quit taking shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG0736.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/CIMG0736.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00156.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the tree gone?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pics from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00184.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00189.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00193.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flower looks soooo photoshopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00196.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00196.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00202.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked pretty cool, figured I took a snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00203.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00206.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iono, the shape was just plain interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00210.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mr. Caterpillar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had to be pretty much the last pic I took before I headed home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, chatted a bit, then went to revise my business and geog. Can't! So I got sidetracked and messed a bit with the phone xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00215.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Stabby McStabStab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00223.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00223.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/DSC00226.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on that "Miss U" thing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats pretty much it, Gary is over at my place today so gotta entertain guests ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao peepos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7250094114573738676?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7250094114573738676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7250094114573738676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7250094114573738676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7250094114573738676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/08/herrow-gah-fairly-long-no-update.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o41/leviathan_ultima/For%20Baby/th_DSC00159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2117523868299403249</id><published>2008-08-24T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:59:09.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SLFpLM1UyoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/diT1qV5uv7U/s1600-h/image-upload-84-748472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SLFpLM1UyoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/diT1qV5uv7U/s320/image-upload-84-748472.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Uploaded it just for you Aen xD fed the squirrell a bit of Kit Kat, lol. CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2117523868299403249?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2117523868299403249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2117523868299403249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2117523868299403249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2117523868299403249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/08/uploaded-it-just-for-you-aen-xd-fed.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SLFpLM1UyoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/diT1qV5uv7U/s72-c/image-upload-84-748472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2320129425196469723</id><published>2008-08-20T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:43:37.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's cold, raining, and I can't get my mind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my phone, browsed through my contacts, called em up. Wait, it doesn't seem right does it? I looked out the window, where am I? 5000 miles away from the people I love dearly. Mere inches away from breaking down all over again. I really really miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th August 2008&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see my dear peepos before I go so I called em up.Met Qinx, Ke Ling and Amanda at CWP. Ke Ling baked COOKIES!!! Only liked the one with the jam one. Choco wasn't that nice, sowwie! ME and Qinx were munching em all up I LIKES! Then peaked into the plastic bag she brought: Fried rice! She's damn sweet la, so Qinx ate like 99% of it. Well wasn't hungry anyways. The fact that I'm leaving was hanging over me like a friggin disease. Didn't do well for my attitude throughout the day. Then met Aen and Defeng. Qinx keep calling him V-Neck leh. So he was a lil irritated then go talk to me instead xD Barely know the guy but we talk as if we know each other for ages... He's sweet! No really! Well he jokes a lot but he means well. Eventually went to Pastamania to grab a bite. Defeng kept shooting Qinx Apple, lol. Now its stuck to her but kinda fits don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure where to go,we went to the 4th floor of Civic Centre to slack round. Daz came a while later because of family stuff. Discussed about it then he left with his friend while Ke Ling they all taking picks xD Aen barely knew em but got close pretty quick. Aiya qinx damn friendly de, reminds me of sec-1... BAstard-ing woot! Our personal thing ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daz came later so did Yvonne. Those two... Geez there's a thing called oral communication, quit SMS-ing each other and just talk =. =" We hung out till everyone had to go. I was like veeeeerry close to crying, went away for a sec just to cool down a bit, then came back. Defeng went lor didn't say goodbye. Wait for him near the entrance there still no sign, so Aen and Vonne sent us to MRT, hugged goodbye and left. Was just damn quiet for the train journey la... No mood at all cos I kept on thinking: Withing 24 hours I'm gonna leave. And I'm leaving such awesome friends that sucked. Other personal matters filled my mind so I couldn't sleep for a really good while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, took a shower, then went out for a midnight walk. Its something I do to get my mind straight. Did a reality check and got my priorities straight. Went home and just crashed on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th August 2008&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to see Aen before I met the rest for a private convo but didn't go for it. Came late. Had to get a haircut, bought a bag, etc etc. I was pretty bummed out for not doing so. Ah well, met them at airport anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daz was being a dick half the time, got me waiting for like an hour when I told him to just head to T3 and meet everyone there at the same time. Geez I wanna spend as much time with them as possible. When they came, just put on a cheery face and talked. Wow, an hour left. That got me down even more. Snapped some pics here and there, then the leaving part came. Tried my best to fight back the tears but I just don't wanna leave. I wanted to dash out of the airport! Screw the already paid for ticket! I just can't bring myself to do it. The hugs goodbye made it worse. As I turned back, tears just streamed down and I was like wtf? Oh c'mon not now... Went through the gate, wave goodbye at em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what got into me but as the plane was taxi-ing, I just let it all out. No one could see or hear me. I was looking outside the window and the screaming engines shrouded my silent sobs. Regrets rushed through me as there was nothing I can do. Cried myself to sleep even before the plane took off. I woke up when I arrived in Frankfurt. No dinner no nothing, I was starving but couldn't bring myself to eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned this really sweet escort. We talked about stuff, life, etc. She even bought me choco! Yeah, very sweet... Had to leave, said my thanks, boarded the plane to Dublin. Dad picked me up and I was just silent throughout the whole journey, Haven't said a word till now. Just utterly no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna write a lil in response to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3Xiaoyin: Please don't say such words. You were busy and I understand, thats why I didn't pester you to hang out with me as much as I did with other peeps. That night, I just figured I might talk to you since you recently blogged and thought you were awake, thats all. You were tired. You did not fail as anything, especially being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;It's water under the bridge, no regrets, what's done is done. Heh, trust me, I won't change much next time. Maybe a teency bit taller, thats all. Even if I were to change, it would most probably be for the better so don't sweat it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3Qinx/Apple: You are, the coolest person in my books, and also one of my closest (#2) friend, we had so much to say to each other but just didn't have the time to. Life has its suckiest moments but life isn't that all unfair, hidden in those moments there's a blessing that I was thankfull enough to figure it out myself. I hope you do in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Ke Ling&lt;3: I just find you utterly sweet, like a big sister I wish I had. You're one person I can never get mad at, or will never succeed if I even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3Amanda:We don't know each other that much but you're awesome nonetheless, you don't whack me now so thats a nice change xD We should try to fix that next time we meet ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeng: Can't put any hearts here xD we're guys ya. We only hung out like what? Twice? And we're already close.A very cool and caring person, the only thing in your mind is to help others by giving them the gift of laughter which I readily accept. You remind myself of the old me which I do miss dearly. Joking around endlessly but being serious when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3Aen&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3: Oh aen aen aen... I literally have so much to say to you and utterly disapointed we didn't have enough time to say it the way I'd like to: In person. I can see you have so much stuff going on in your life. But remember what I told you. I really care for you, thats why I worry. If I didn't care, I wouldn't ask in the first place. The fact that I'm in Ireland and I worry isn't an excuse to shut yourself away from me. Aen, I promise to never hurt you ever again. I never thought that I would be the one to hurt you, ever. I'm really glad you came, and those three words you actually said means the world to me. I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all: I love you guys, I miss you guys so much it hurts whenever I think about y'all. Even though I'm like 5000 miles away, doesn't mean I can't be there for you.I am and always will, be there for you guys. I may not be there physically but I sure as hell am there in your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I can't stop crying right now. As usual my chimness fails me but the meaning is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you guys soon, somehow, somewhere. Who knows where life takes you? Just go with the flow. The flow is not some stereotypical mindset but where your mind, body and soul guides you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2320129425196469723?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2320129425196469723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2320129425196469723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2320129425196469723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2320129425196469723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-cold-raining-and-i-cant-get-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-649974777060409029</id><published>2008-08-06T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:23:48.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahaha</title><content type='html'>Heyyy!!! LOL at an internet cafe at like 3 bucks an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeayeah! So it was after Dazri's birthday, and his super rich uncle came! Bought em hoodies and such. Nothing for me =( Lolol, well yeah, barely know him xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bugis for a goood while. Auntie spent like loads on watches and shit it's not even funny. Bought like umm... A BAZILLION WATCHES! Well overexaggerating but its close to that amount? No really. I was pissing myself laughing about the look on the salesmans face when auntie bought the whole bunch. Looks like someones getting a big check this month on commissions eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he brought us to KL like the day after. Hired a personal driver! Yeah he's rich I know I know... I faintly remember the conversation between Auntie and him (auntie being the planner and him being the spender xD)&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Okay the normal van is gonna cost like 1kSGD for the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:No probs. Pick the most exp option available.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Right, the merc which is like 2500 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Sure thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day, went in the car half asleep and arrived KL around 5pm. Went to a sweet hotel, next thing I knew, uncles telling me to wait for many peeps to go into the lift then we go in. The prick wanted to flaunt his key to the presidential suite. LOL! Act chivalrous by asking the ladies what floor they were going to, pressed the corresponding buttons, then inserted his key for the presidential suite, turned around and gave em a wink... One word: PRO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Daz went to the gym for a sec then to the pool to chill. Poolside drinks and food were on Uncle! Woot! So yah, act rich here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping in KLCC for a short bit. Wanted to buy my Billabong wallet but it was just too ex! F-U KLCC!!! Should've bought in Bugis but auntie say maybe Malaysia cheaper. Wrong! Well she treat us to some smoothies, can't remember what but it costed us like 13 RM a pop! Rich pricks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Uncle to buy his PSP while we hung out at Manhattan Fish Market. De-lish kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, went to the gym with Uncle, swam for a bit, then back to Singapore. Well first stop went to Malaysia. Headed to Jusco for a bit, then my place since its pretty near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the memories, rushed to my room and catapulted into my bed. Softieee beeed... Then looked through my old stuff. MSL crap only used for like 3 months which kinda explains its good condition. Can't be nothing but filled with regrets and what-ifs. What if I actually took my studies seriously? What if I didn't harass my teacher out of spite? Will I still be here? Well whats done is done ya? No point crying over spilt milk even though I did... So I took some of my stuff as memorandum(like my un-terminated Ez-Link card ^_^ no more getting jacked by fares!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was is bad condition... Break in attempts and the weather alike has worsened the condition of it. So bad that I could cry. No really! Dad worked hard for it just to let the house fade into oblivion. Oh the drama =. ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got sleepy, went back to SG. Uncle's friend took us for a late night drive in his ultimately sweet Porsche and we hung around in this Kopitiam. Uncles cool laa. Talked till it was like 3am++ then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day sent him to the airport, he had to go to geneva to check on his other companies. Sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much too significant happened after that, just stayed home, slacked, lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with qinx and Ke Ling they all dunno when. She treat me to Ice Kacang! Never had that in ages... THANK YOU QIN HUI!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Ju Aen a fair bit too, watched the Dark Knight with her and Yvonne. Oh wait Wei Xiang too! Cool old perv. Don't bring your "I'm holy now. No more perv." Crap to me! I see through that curtain of deceit!=p Oh screw I love that old fucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jared's a while back. Hanging out like the good ol times. Known him since P1 so thats looong~! Shannon stayed over at his place, so did I. Then met Jason!!! Hah he's back from KL! Jason: Jared's elder bro. Damn cool. Then Kev was like wtf... Cute cute Ryan, blind and a tumor in his head yet he's so cheerful. He's been like that since I was like 6 and its just ultimately heartbreaking to see a lil kid in that state yet he's so optimistic. The kids got spirit, gotta love that lil guy ^_^. Went to Sharon's LAN Cafe. Ya, her dad owns it, cool eh? So she gave up some sorta free membership to that place and we played till like 4am? Got owned... Butbut, I met Serene!!! Changed a bit, and goddammit I don't have that astroboy look okay! Well maybe I did but I was just too damn tired and lazy to do it back up... Was forced to watch The Dark Knight again but Keith Ledger's performance never grows old. It's way beyond awesome. Rest In Peace dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, LAN somemore, then headed home. Was pretty sad cos I only have less than two weeks left and I haven't met all the peeps I intended to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again now my mind is filled with further regrets and what-ifs. I'm gonna miss this place too much. Well, love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-649974777060409029?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/649974777060409029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=649974777060409029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/649974777060409029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/649974777060409029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/08/muahahaha.html' title='Muahahaha'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6390665762243711211</id><published>2008-07-27T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:23:28.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accesss at Last</title><content type='html'>Finaly I have access to a proper comp which doesn't crash after opening a max of 6 windows =. =" Get more RAM auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, haven't blog in the past month which is kinda a surprise that I can last that long without a comp. Well hey, I've got a fairly active social life unlike the one in Ireland. Soooo, blogging about what happened in the past I dunno how long. I'm just gonna say a month but a fair bit has happened so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days after I touched down, I couldn't get rid of the whole 'ang moh' accent and Dazri was fairly annoyed by it xD FYI Dazri is my cuzzie, so is Umar which is his younger brother. Dammit Umar is like uber huge! He's only primary 4 yet he is like 150++cm!!! Agh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, made a stop by Frankfurt Airport! Well, a new environment filled with higher than average number of seriously hot chicks and really good choco (chocochocochoco!!!) so I blew a good few bucks on em. Andandand, this german-made drink of carbonated cola and orange. Plain awesome, bought like one, then went to Burger King for a quick lunch before the flight. Got so addicted to the drink that I ran down a few floors to buy like an extra 4 or 5 and it was like, 5 minutes till the gate closed xD Looove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring my phone over because roaming charges will jack up the phone bill pretty high which means none of my planned cam-whoring. Sharing a phone with my cuzzie so no biggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days after I touched down, Uncle got me to cut my hair like almost 4 times in the span of 2 weeks. Why? It was just LOOOOOONGG!!!So I tried out many different cuts which kinda contributes to the fairly high number of haircuts until I settled with the generic spike/mohawk look. Hey I ain't complaining(though I'm thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First priority, call up old friends! First I called Xiaoyin, then Qinx (omgomg miss her!) then the rest. We figured we might hang sometime soon if both of em aren't too busy with their projects. Yeah I arrived at pretty much the wrong time. Kinda assumed that the june hols would end at July 1st or the 30th of June or something. So that didn't leave too much time to enjoy my vacation properly with friends. You know what they say: when you ASSUME, you make an ASS(out of)|U(and)|ME, thus the word ASSUME xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days later still unable to shake the 'ang moh' accent off, I met up with Qinx and Xiaoyin. Dazri tagged along because my aunt feared I might get lost. Can't blame her. Tried to head out alone, ended up on some whole other line and had to take a taxi taking a nice chunk outta my wallet. Anywho, we hung out, talked like loads thenthen... ANDIKA JOINED US!!! Yah, he was huuuuge. Like very huge and tall too. Ah well, talked somemore, played truth and dare, then Andika had to go. Not sure what we did but we hung out till it was like almost 12am and we all had to go. Dazri sent Qinx to her bus stop and I sent Xiaoyin to hers and we took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT fairly late and it conveniently terminated at Toa Payoh. Sweet, so we got out, hailed a cab and reached home around 2am. Auntie was pretty pissed but thankfully she still let me out xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to MSL a week or so later and everybody was just tall! Ah no fair... Ah well its bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas Dazri's b'day and we decided to spend the first day with family and the second with friends so I called up Qinx along with Amanda, Ke Ling, Ke Ling's friends (not the slightest idea who), Xiang Rong, and Dazri's own friends. We hung out, grabbed a bite. Luqman was pretty hillarious but he made me choke on my spaghetti. Damn you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta visit an aunt in Sembawang in a short bit. 3.30pm and I haven't bathed. Well I woke up at 1pm sooo, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about the rest when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6390665762243711211?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6390665762243711211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6390665762243711211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6390665762243711211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6390665762243711211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/07/accesss-at-last.html' title='Accesss at Last'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5748998687894794781</id><published>2008-06-09T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:55:04.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Al's E-mail</title><content type='html'>Hey man haven't talked to you in fucking ages!&lt;br /&gt;Finally found you e-mail. Man I REALLY shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;go anywhere near a computer when bored. Hear&lt;br /&gt;you are still retarded with business. Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Just got a few days off from "work". Raising money&lt;br /&gt;to pay for my trip to Austia in August. Sweet enough&lt;br /&gt;my fake ID just arrived. 16, legally an adult in any&lt;br /&gt;German country. Don't know how the guys did it&lt;br /&gt;I even got an Argentininan passport so I don't need&lt;br /&gt;to lie about accents or anything. Austria is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!! Anyway wht's the story with you. Any more&lt;br /&gt;screw ups? Nah just kidding you are a funny idiot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough boring shit from me. Tell if something good&lt;br /&gt;happens&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See you soon bitch&lt;br /&gt;Alvaro&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I got bored and decided to check my mailbox. Looks like he made it to austria after all. That's basically a guys way of saying to another guy "Hey dude? How you been doin? You're a cool guuy can't wait to see you after the summer!"... ROFL!!! Well this made my day. Love ya too dude! rofl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5748998687894794781?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5748998687894794781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5748998687894794781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5748998687894794781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5748998687894794781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/06/als-e-mail.html' title='Al&apos;s E-mail'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-489076853563411438</id><published>2008-06-09T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:37:30.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet! Summer is here, exams are over and I don't have to worry about the grades till August. Not too bad eh? Since the trip back home was kinda stalled by my dad wanting to come over here for a good bit, I invited some peeps over for the night to hang out like every week alternating between houses. Pretty sweet eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one at mines. Messy messy though it was all made for the purpose of a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4PQKNyA5I/AAAAAAAAABk/0QBJrVGltXs/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4PQKNyA5I/AAAAAAAAABk/0QBJrVGltXs/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210118589208724370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gotta be my favorite choc ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4Qb9dMnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/lBo9ZGR51og/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4Qb9dMnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/lBo9ZGR51og/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210119891453779170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came by this lake while hanging round the park. Sat there for literally hours. Don't know why but was pretty much mesmerized by it o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4RCIg25rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wSMKVfP8u7U/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4RCIg25rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wSMKVfP8u7U/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210120547256952498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I planned somewhat of a LAN party with some peeps, well except that it wasn't one. Just played online in arena on World of Warcraft, ganking random noobs that happen to walk by us, lol. Did that for half the night, played DOTA, Fear, CoD4 etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey its not an all nighter without Ben &amp; Jerrys kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4R7QbuaZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yyycNpjocNw/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4R7QbuaZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yyycNpjocNw/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210121528635451794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was just flaming hot due to the laptop sitting on my lap almost the entire duration as I was too lazy to clean the table I spent a good bit of cash on, I decided to use the laundry basket instead, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4UVuV17yI/AAAAAAAAACU/FzcGZ85Vajw/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4UVuV17yI/AAAAAAAAACU/FzcGZ85Vajw/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210124182363696930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, mom just came in all pissy cos I didn't sleep and whatnot cos of playing etc etc. C'mon! Its the friggin summer for Gods sake... Like wtf can't really do much around here for that matter so might as well play right? Then she comes in, wants to take a look at my screen then just fake a BSoD(blue screen of death) so she just goes, lol. Geez where has my privacy gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, the ticket has been booked and I'm heading home on the 16th! Though that leaves me with approx. 14 days of fun and the other...46 days of rest, I'm not too bummed, just hang out in the house, cleaning it up, watching tv, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats mah hauz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4bXV5dBgI/AAAAAAAAACc/MKLI4xHZLM8/s1600-h/CIMG0325-lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4bXV5dBgI/AAAAAAAAACc/MKLI4xHZLM8/s320/CIMG0325-lol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210131906743305730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, a futile attempt to draw a shirt on my dad. Put on a shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand this is where I'll be chillin ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4cazptNaI/AAAAAAAAACk/7kiovA-V-uo/s1600-h/CIMG0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4cazptNaI/AAAAAAAAACk/7kiovA-V-uo/s320/CIMG0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210133065781556642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room xD The bedsheet is gone cos rats kinda nibbled on it while I was gone (yes thats how messy my room was) sooo, yeah. Technically its more of a "ripped through the sheets" seeing as nibbled is kinda an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4eHx01aQI/AAAAAAAAACs/ySj5_bN--Gg/s1600-h/CIMG0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4eHx01aQI/AAAAAAAAACs/ySj5_bN--Gg/s320/CIMG0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210134937897101570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the rest excluding the study table... The guitar is all screwed up now =( Gonna buy a new one soon though. That thing has been with me since I was like 4 or 5 which is pretty sweet so I might just repair it, tune it up. You know, momento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4f3thEw3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1h4LvbqKDy0/s1600-h/CIMG0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4f3thEw3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1h4LvbqKDy0/s320/CIMG0482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210136860885828466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh I know what you're thinking, quit showing off the house, lol. But meh, its Dad's pride and then in the distant future (I hope... &lt;3 Dad) will be my pride. Bleh, thinking too far ahead there. Well just as long as I NEVER get married. The commitment and everything just scares the living daylights outta me. Well only guys will get me I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll digress from all the aforementioned matter and take my leave as I do feel the caffeine wearing off and sleepiness start to kick in. Don't want weird sleeping patterns when we get to Singapore/Malaysia now do we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-489076853563411438?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/489076853563411438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=489076853563411438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/489076853563411438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/489076853563411438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-summer-is-here-exams-are-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SE4PQKNyA5I/AAAAAAAAABk/0QBJrVGltXs/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6452047658322730942</id><published>2008-05-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:05:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it!</title><content type='html'>Ah I got it I got it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.51am Wednesday I finally got the Business Studies revision done. Well with a little help from Dad which he got up at like 3 in the morn in Qatar to help me over Skype (&lt;3 him for that) I figured it out. Well lose strings here and there but I will manage a "B" or a "C" since Maths and Science is pretty much "in the bag", I'm pretty safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, I just realized, its Wednesday, two more days and I'm free, then two more weeks later I will be home! Its either chilling out on the lawn or just going round CWP with my fellow peeps. I just hope the effort I put into getting the chance to go back isn't gone to waste (meaning: a crappy holiday). One too many things to do, stuff to catch up with friends. Especially the ones I've known since I was 3! Probably younger but fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it may seem bad, I just hope Dad doesn't tag along cos I really want the big creepy house to myself(well I'll invite peeps to stay over so that I won't get scared)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was left alone for 3 weeks the electricity bill shot up. Lights were on 24/7, too afraid of the dark. Good times though. Well, plans? I dunno, most likely gonna hold a party at my place (peeps are invited of course) then I dunno, see where it goes from there. Get my hair done too. And yes I do realize the last sentence was chick-like but hey, I haven't brushed it in almost a week. Same old ritual, towel-dry, ruffle hair, pat down, head off to school. Oh and of course the pink lined hat over the ruffled hair. Might get a pair of braces too. Don't wanna end up like my sis. When she smiles it looks like a war of epic proportions going on in that mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone got taken off me before the exam, forgot to mention, lol. Well I was bored during history, hid it withing my sleeves and apparently he has x-ray vision or summit. Saw through it and confiscated the phone. Probs gonna get it back after the exams so I better do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the messed up pics are like scares on the friggin blog... MORE WORDS PLEASE!?!?!? Gotta cover it up but I do wanna flaunt my character. Ihealnoobs, lol awesome name for a priest. Though I do the oppositte, I noob heal (it means I'm a crap healer) so I stick to constant offensive casting as a shadow priest. Shit its already 4.05am and I need some sleep! gah I'm off,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6452047658322730942?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6452047658322730942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6452047658322730942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6452047658322730942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6452047658322730942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-it.html' title='I got it!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3413361231253660712</id><published>2008-05-27T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:37:01.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>Argh!!! I just wanna break something or scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its like 1.30am and I was studying since 5pm. The desire to get home pretty much overcomes my desire to sleep thus making it pointless. Well up till then, its catching up on me. I've been doing this since Sunday staying up till 3 or 4 studying then having about 3 hours of sleep, 4 if mom doesn't get too pissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the date is kinda confirmed. Second week of June though Dad might be tagging along (Nooooooo!!!) so looks like no alone time for me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new skin (No way! Where?) which is pretty sweet for a Retro-themed one. C'mon, I'm heading home, gonna catch up with peeps and have a good bit of sun for 2 friggin months! Screw those dark themes happy Danny is back! (gah don't call me Danny! Just rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently revising Business Studies and Geog. due to me not paying attention and doing jack shit during class, I gotta put in the extra effort for the ideal grades. Well in my world "Ideal" will greatly differ from your definition of it, nonetheless I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business just gets on my nerves.. Numbers, lines and more numbers, whoopee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I've wasted a good bit of time writing this, don't want my efforts to go to waste. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3413361231253660712?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3413361231253660712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3413361231253660712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3413361231253660712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3413361231253660712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/05/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-2045083453744423859</id><published>2008-05-18T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:22:07.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, a good bit of no life-ing to level 60 on World of Warcraft and I finaly made it. 2nd milestone towards level 70. So just to celebrate I did a raid on Emeriss (a high level outdoor boss) near Duskwood. Few wipes here and there but the tank manage to hold this time ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just gonna post some screenies of the peeps I met along the way and weird stuff I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img374.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wowscrnshot051008185845cy2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img374.imageshack.us/img374/4867/wowscrnshot051008185845cy2.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img604.imageshack.us/content.php?page=blogpost&amp;amp;files=img374/4867/wowscrnshot051008185845cy2.jpg" &lt;br /&gt;Peeps preparing for the raid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img294.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wowscrnshot051008190206bt4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/5695/wowscrnshot051008190206bt4.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img604.imageshack.us/content.php?page=blogpost&amp;amp;files=img294/5695/wowscrnshot051008190206bt4.jpg" &lt;br /&gt;Me during the raid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img397.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wowscrnshot030908000450cd8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/4914/wowscrnshot030908000450cd8.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img604.imageshack.us/content.php?page=blogpost&amp;amp;files=img397/4914/wowscrnshot030908000450cd8.jpg" &lt;br /&gt;Decided to PvP a bit at lvl 46. Racked up that much kills in a 4 hour session, lol. Pro! lol jk =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wowscrnshot051008151723sg1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/2527/wowscrnshot051008151723sg1.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img604.imageshack.us/content.php?page=blogpost&amp;amp;files=img88/2527/wowscrnshot051008151723sg1.jpg" &lt;br /&gt;Yay! lvl 60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img391.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wowscrnshot122907213820sp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/7462/wowscrnshot122907213820sp1.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img604.imageshack.us/content.php?page=blogpost&amp;amp;files=img391/7462/wowscrnshot122907213820sp1.jpg" &lt;br /&gt;Lol, cute gnomes on reindeers during the Christmas event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img391.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wowscrnshot051708160542ye9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/7262/wowscrnshot051708160542ye9.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img604.imageshack.us/content.php?page=blogpost&amp;amp;files=img391/7262/wowscrnshot051708160542ye9.jpg" &lt;br /&gt;Ah the beauties of in-game architecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer exams are coming and I just can't help worrying. I've been way behind in geography and business and gotta catch up in two weeks, perfect. So off to study, get good grades for the funding back home! Gogogo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-2045083453744423859?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/2045083453744423859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=2045083453744423859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2045083453744423859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/2045083453744423859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/05/ah-good-bit-of-no-life-ing-to-level-60.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7874778616176451457</id><published>2008-05-01T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:12:48.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comp at last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have a chance to use this darn thing... It's been a while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; and the data package on my phone has expired so I have yet to buy a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, got into a fight at school (no proud of it but nonetheless something fairly significant i guess) and was like very close to suspension but the goody-two-shoes record saved me ^_^ So the next day I spent all day at home cos I just can't be arsed while the rest are at school suffering, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt; I'm sadistic but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a form of pleasure in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aaaanywho&lt;/span&gt;, decided to skip like 2 classes of school A.k.A French and Business Studies!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt; they suck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much!!! I barely get what the French teacher is saying and business, oh boy, that has to  be the crappiest class ever. Its just numbers, lines and small words. I'm 3 months behind so I gotta catch up if I want the cash from my dad in the unlikely event of me passing. Now I'm just at home waiting till its like 10+ am so that both classes are out of the way. Already got the fake note and stuff so I guess I'm pretty much safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, might as well do something productive eh? Currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;torrenting&lt;/span&gt; Reaper, Scrubs and Dirty Sexy Money... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; it's not porn! Might wanna clean your brain and come back to finish reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper: Basically its this guy, before who was born, his parents sold his soul to the devil (not to sure why there) so now when he turns 18 he has to work for the Satan as his personal bounty hunter for souls that escaped from hell. It's not those supernatural scary shows, it's plain hilarious, trust me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Sexy Money: And again, nothing dirty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. A mans father worked as a lawyer for the Darlings and they were the richest family in New York and a while back, he died due to a plane crash and his clients were left to his son. He suspects that the Darlings did it so he took the job offer just because he wants to find out who killed his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scrubs, uh, its complicated, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Ah well, minds too much in a rush. Every now and then fairly brilliant thoughts just spring into my mind and when I run to the computer to blog about it my mind goes blank. There should be paper everywhere or an easy come off marker which comes in handy... Just write on my arm or something then go further into it. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one... Or am I o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;, gotta go in a bit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cya&lt;/span&gt; ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7874778616176451457?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7874778616176451457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7874778616176451457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7874778616176451457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7874778616176451457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/05/comp-at-last.html' title='Comp at last...'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-4881851292531027947</id><published>2008-04-27T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:43:37.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh-ta-nic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SBTleIlmfFI/AAAAAAAAABc/p58ujSfBsRM/s1600-h/image-upload-70-715826.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SBTleIlmfFI/AAAAAAAAABc/p58ujSfBsRM/s320/image-upload-70-715826.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Laughing my ass off and listening to David Spade. A softer form of comedy which suits my taste pretty well. Chock full of sarcasm, stereotypes and less on the profanities which is a good change know? Those comedians that say Fuck or something along the lines of that word too much gets old pretty fast... Well unless its Rodney Carrington where its used awesomely. Oh right the pic, thats Al with the "your green bin now takes" on his green bag which arguably looks like shit, so kinda goes hand in hand, lol. He had that all the way home and was pissy so he called and bitched lol. Typical.well anywho, bloging from my phone as usual so the lack of paragraphs make it somewhat of a pain to read but if you manage to read up till here that I'm pretty much confident sticking to the fact that your just bored shitless. Just wanted to try that out and see if that works. Bored shitless... fits perfectly don't it? Bleh, school tomorrow and not a scrap of homework done unless studying for the french test is considered homework. Too carried away with dota, cs and whatnot. 26 mins left on the comp so can't do much other than prepare to sleep. I lost my 3v card so Nick is gonna let me use his. Buying online saves the risk of being ripped off by those game stores. Well I gotta resort to that card cos I went on a shopping spree with moms card so I'm pretty much banned for a good while though the goods were returned, lol. Ah well, off to do homework, the text that just came in will probably be Ratz with the homework info. No idea why we call him that but it fits. Bai...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-4881851292531027947?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/4881851292531027947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=4881851292531027947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4881851292531027947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4881851292531027947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/04/teh-ta-nic.html' title='Teh-ta-nic'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SBTleIlmfFI/AAAAAAAAABc/p58ujSfBsRM/s72-c/image-upload-70-715826.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5902842809033854638</id><published>2008-04-23T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:25:04.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Organized at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA9U0IlmfEI/AAAAAAAAABU/SoSupgPLSRw/s1600-h/image-upload-51-703784.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA9U0IlmfEI/AAAAAAAAABU/SoSupgPLSRw/s320/image-upload-51-703784.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No uniform day!!! Yay!!! Geez I truly despise uniforms just for the fact that I have to look like everyone else. Though there are good reasons behind those horrendous things, I still despise them. So no uniform on a half day, sweetness... At least I don't have to carry the extra weight which will be my shoes and my clothes before I head to town to just chill with friends. Brought my laptop with me as always in Starbucks just to browse my usual forums with discussions and debates that actualy requires the utilisation of the mind instead of mindless one sided ignorance. For instance, a topic called "Emo or Gangsta". Its surprising how lame these people are... Where's the originality? Following these trends seem to lead to social superiority which I believe is a bunch of bull as I do pretty fine being "me". I've had people come up to me and asking "what are you? A rocker? Emo? Gangsta?" I just reply with a nice I'm me and walk away. My grammar seems to fail me at this moment but I can't seem to find other words for now but most people I know will get what I mean. Bleh, well anywho, forgot my room key yet again so I can't get anywhere to the computer so I'm just bloging from my phone. I finally did something productive after a while. I actually managed to organize my room!!! Well people that have actually been in it will know how great of an accomplishment it is. I decided to stop slacking off as that 600 euro reward for doing good in exams is well worth it. Minds fairly blank right about now. Tired and exhausted so I'm just gonna take a nap and blog a lil more later.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5902842809033854638?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5902842809033854638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5902842809033854638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5902842809033854638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5902842809033854638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/04/organized-at-last.html' title='Organized at Last'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA9U0IlmfEI/AAAAAAAAABU/SoSupgPLSRw/s72-c/image-upload-51-703784.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3643888137910503591</id><published>2008-04-22T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:12:37.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cola Apple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA4qk4lmfCI/AAAAAAAAABI/fKJvf_KWc0o/s1600-h/image-upload-34-754543.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA4qk4lmfCI/AAAAAAAAABI/fKJvf_KWc0o/s320/image-upload-34-754543.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What does that look like to you? An innocent glass of coke? Oh how wrong you are... Its awesome, its great, its just plain wonderful. Coke and apple juice... Yep that was out of boredome. Didn't think I can drink any more apple juice so there was coke in the fridge. Mixed em up, and oh sweet a new drink. Well anywho, today was fairly worse that my average one. Night before, the light in my room blew so nothing much done at night seeing as I can't do much so I just went to bed early but nonetheless I woke up late. Well, technically I was awake but can't be assed to get up. Eventually I did, then went about my usual routines. Apparently today was "Piss Dan off Day" seeing as the public bus peeps came 5 mins early. Not wanting to rush I just went Fuck it and decided to take the next one. The other was 15 minutes late and took an extra 20 minutes getting there cos the engine died every dang stop... Well for consolation, when I arrived at school, Mr Hayes wasn't there to bite my head off so I just went "Mission Impossible" and snuck up to class seeing as this is my eleventh time late and I seriously despise detention... So anywho, all was fine till SPHE. Basically I was given a long ass essay on drugs because I made a joke on the sub. I'm me and I just can't help it when theres a chance to crack a good joke!!! What she said was "Class, would you either want to do your homework you had for today or do an essay on different types of drugs?" so I was like "Hey I wouldn't mind doing an essay on that! I'm an expert on drugs!!!" lol, then Al joined in "Yea miss trust me, he is. Though he specializes in grass" so everyone started laughing then she got all pissy and gave me the fricking essay. Ah well she'll forget it in time like the other essays... Mind has good blank after looking at the amount of studying I have to do because the higher the grades I get, the higher the pocket money I will have when I go on vacation alone. Gotta make em proud, lol. Off to work, ciao!!!          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3643888137910503591?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3643888137910503591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3643888137910503591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3643888137910503591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3643888137910503591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/04/cola-apple.html' title='Cola Apple...'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA4qk4lmfCI/AAAAAAAAABI/fKJvf_KWc0o/s72-c/image-upload-34-754543.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3869521143595697380</id><published>2008-04-22T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:06:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I has a Forcefield </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA2cZ4lmfBI/AAAAAAAAABA/ySee5JmyVlE/s1600-h/image-upload-10-759495.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA2cZ4lmfBI/AAAAAAAAABA/ySee5JmyVlE/s320/image-upload-10-759495.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank god, after a good while I finally got my phone back. It was taken by the business teacher. Can't really blame me in a way, it just sucks and apparently he can see through sleeves. So now i'm late seeing as the bus kinda skipped or something like that. Brain ain't functioning too correctly, still utterly sleepy. Gonna post from comp. And oh, just had to upload the pic, never gets old, lol.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3869521143595697380?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3869521143595697380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3869521143595697380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3869521143595697380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3869521143595697380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-has-forcefield.html' title='I has a Forcefield '/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SA2cZ4lmfBI/AAAAAAAAABA/ySee5JmyVlE/s72-c/image-upload-10-759495.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-5101315805843134822</id><published>2008-04-01T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:42:35.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merged!</title><content type='html'>Now my mobile blog is merged with this blog so its much easier to have one blog rather than two serving seperate purposes. I forgot I have a maths test in the next 10 hours or so which means I'm pretty much screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take an all nighter and study for the test seeing as my grades post Easter Holidays are gonna affect my chance to go to, or enjoy my Summer holidays back in home sweet home unsupervised for 2 straight months! Well IF I don't do well (highly unlikely cos I'm kinda working my ass off), its either they don't give me the ticket or will send me there but will send me enough funds for "Stuff that I need" which I gotta admit isn't any fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as another month went by with futile attempts to get a job I kinda gave up. Gonna get a good one when I hit 16 next year which leaves 3 months for work ^_^. Apparently Eric got a job through "contacts" but unfortunately had to pay for his ticket back home himself. Still gonna visit him im Perak during the summer if I have the chance though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thinking about holidays makes me want it even more which results in dreams about going there. The fucked up part is about how real dreams feel then when I wake up, I'm still in crappy old Ireland which just bums me out for the whole day cos its as if my brains mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nick wasn't in school today which leaves a blank space between me and Alvaro seeing as Nick basicaly comes  up with the subjects to talk about and so do I which helps as it stops Al from talking about other stuff like porn, getting high, etc. I mean its alright to talk about it but up to a certain extent where it just gets creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending my hours on my phone without even realizing how fast time is going buy. Its mobile internet for crying out loud! Well I suppose the nerd part of my brain kinda releases the much needed endorphins when I'm near/using something modern. The word Hi-tech doesn't really suit me so I'm going to stick with modern... Well also old people refer to stuff like this as "hi-tech" so it kinda go's from neutral to lame. Nothing against em but the ones I hang out with can make the coolest word in the world (don't have one in mind atm) turn to the cheesiest, lame weird unconfortable thing to say after they're done with it. Still love em tho ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, breaks over (aww man...) and yes I'm supervising myself so me doing this may come as quite a shock to people I know but yeah, not too bad, music and maths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-5101315805843134822?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/5101315805843134822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=5101315805843134822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5101315805843134822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/5101315805843134822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/04/merged.html' title='Merged!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-4202717730628814820</id><published>2008-04-01T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:21:40.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/R_Lfo2Q4WvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iIOY_kzm2UE/s1600-h/image-upload-7-798903.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/R_Lfo2Q4WvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iIOY_kzm2UE/s320/image-upload-7-798903.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well this is also to test whether I have succesfully merged the pic blog with the original one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-4202717730628814820?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/4202717730628814820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=4202717730628814820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4202717730628814820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/4202717730628814820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/04/cookies.html' title='Cookies!!!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/R_Lfo2Q4WvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iIOY_kzm2UE/s72-c/image-upload-7-798903.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-3906812198854924859</id><published>2008-01-09T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:43:54.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, still can't sleep at all, bags under my eyes, the usual... Ever since I found my which was once lost file, I figured why not get a hold of my life seeing as its spiraling out of control in some weird vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell walking through the fairly desolated streets of town, I figured I'd get a job rather than walking aimlessly going nowhere or star bucks, lol. Yeah, its either starbucks with my lappie or just hanging around music stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good ol' days when I can ditch school anytime I want... Well it all ended until some retard ratted me out. Still don't know who the hell he is. But he better stay hidden though. So it all started when I got really tired of school and was wondering whether I should get off at the bus stop near the school or just stay and head to town. So beforehand I packed clothes as I don't wanna look like a tard wearing my school uniform. It sucks enough. Then I managed to find my ATM card (thank god!) which was in the Doritos bag (lol!). It got kinda disgusting since it has been living with mushy doritos for quite a while now. Then I headed to town. Headed to the nearest "mall" (wouldnt really call it a mall if compared to an average Malaysian/Singaporean one), withdrew cash and changed. Then I watched movies, played at the xbox live gaming centre, went to the part of town not fucked up by retarded people calling themselves 'gangstas'. The more art-like poshy part with a few snobby rich old people calling me a hippie due to my long hair... (rude much?). Then it got pretty fun from there. Beats the hell out of going to school anyways. So I continued this on irregular intervals (obviously...) like maybe ditch on monday, then friday etc etc. Just paired em up so that it doesnt look that suspicious. Then when I got really into it, it was a week before the 2 week Halloween break, I decided to give myself an extra week off =. =" Yes, 1 whole week of no school. But then they're bound to catch me some time. Eventualy they did. One morning, was like 3 days before the break ended, mom woke me up screaming and stuff, asked me why I didnt go to school etc etc. I just kept quiet and the whole thing blew over. Now 4 weeks I havent ditched school... Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always at this hour, 1am-4am where I bother to post seeing as all my friends are asleep and peepos in Singapore/Malaysia are at school and what not. So I might as well blog eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day before, school was pretty sweet. Free classes, teachers still not done marking tests, etc etc. What we pretty much did was recap on what happened on the past year. Sadly Nicky was new sooo, he couldn't say much during the discussion, lol. So far, highlights are: Weirdo Talking to Trees, me getting caught for blowing off class, and thats pretty much it. And yes, apparently we caught some dude talking to a pile of branches... Heres what he said while he PATTED it "It's gonna be ok...." So Al just went closer and vidded it on his phone, uploaded it on Youtube. Can't find the link but that was just plain hilarious. Weirdo humor.. The best there is...&lt;br /&gt;Geez, January already. Not too long till its June, then the summer exams, then the summer holidays in Singapore!!!!! WOOT! As exciting as it may sound, the amount of double classes of maths and business studies seem to make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad wants me to get a job since I have been depleting by funds like shit these few weeks. I'm thinking hell how hard can that be. I'ma nerd, easy to get a comp job somewhere... Might teach these people a few things or two. Teach what? Many, many things. All my previous visits to PC World, I got pretty bored searching for the items and I asked the dude to help me think of a good PC build. Even though I already got one in mind, I figured I'd ask his opinion. Then he starts talking about RAM and the screen and the memory, then I was like WDF, dude do you actualy know what you're talking about? He keeps quiet, walks away and gets another to help. Same thing with that guy, but this time, they called the manager, the manager doesnt know and then they called headquarters, only then they knew... And the whole thing took approx. an hour =. =". They should actualy hire QUALIFIED workers to do things like that, a.k.a, ME! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm typing out my CV which is to be sent to the store and they're gonna do reviews or whatnot then who knows I might get a pretty sweet job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-3906812198854924859?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/3906812198854924859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=3906812198854924859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3906812198854924859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/3906812198854924859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-still-cant-sleep-at-all-bags-under.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-1297031302471512798</id><published>2008-01-07T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:33:24.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again.</title><content type='html'>Insomnia, ain't too fun when you don't have much to do to entertain yourself. 1.01am, still awake typing. So i figured I'ma blog. I'm staying away from alcohol so thats a good start. This is just probably the withdrawal for not consuming any in a fairly long period. Just something minor and it'll just blow off sometime soon... I hope. Or at least it will blow off before it starts to effect my already plummeting academic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell I got a haircut earlier. Mom made me so now its really short and crappy. The long hair kinda defined me really. Gives this skater/punk/rocker/emo kinda combination. Now its gone, I just look like a retard o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing through my various files looking for a good movie to watch, I didn't notice my sharing folder had anything in it at all seeing as I usually decline suspicious requests. So this was Wan's sharing folder. There was a vid in it. Opened it. Then it was Iqbal and Qinx in class. So I was like, awww, as I havent seen the class in quite a while and reaaaaaly miss em. Then Wan and the girls did this lil piece of Avril Lavigne's, When You're Gone. Was pretty awesome getting to see the class. Too bad ain't real life though. A few thousand miles away from home, bored and really nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got some of the results back. Some were more than I expected and some were pretty crappy. Technology was a pretty ok 77, but I cant remember the other crap though. Nothing too interesting is happening In my life now so don't expect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been meaning to blog about the new year so here goes. Its amazing how fast time flies, or maybe it just looks that way because you're looking back from the present. The first few weeks I arrived here, I actually thought I was gonna die of boredom. I remember the long hours sitting upside down on the sofa watching cheesy British television (mind you, VERY cheesy), attempting to hack a neighbours wireless connection (since I didnt have internet yet) and reading a book (yes i read a book, and no it wasnt a phamphlet or a magazine). And I also remembered sitting through those boring double period business and maths classes. Looking back at that, lifes pretty fast and we spend most of it waiting. Think about it, waiting for a bus, waiting for the bus to get to a destination. I estimate we spend 70% of our lives waiting and the other 30% actualy doing something. We may live long, but not that long. 70% of our entire time conscious. A lot of things can be done with those wasted hours yet no one does anything. Like many other opinions posted on the net, I'm just another really small voice that will eventualy die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also funny how one stray thought can lead to another and it goes on till you hit a really fond child memory. This usualy happens during class normally through a visual stimuli. Then you focus on that object, then you just drift off. Things forgotten or lost in your head will miraculously come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I write in my posts is sooo not what I think to write beforehand. Its just some messed up shit I can memorize of what i thought. Well I'ma go find something to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-1297031302471512798?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/1297031302471512798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=1297031302471512798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1297031302471512798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/1297031302471512798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-again.html' title='Not again.'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-6629332569800058707</id><published>2008-01-03T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:59:40.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not need rehab!</title><content type='html'>So the past few days I've been going to parties ever since Christmas Eve and I just can't help downing a shot or two... or a good few of tequila or some other concocted mix of spirits and other beverages just for the fun of it. Obviously I got drunk and things were fairly blurry but all I knew was that I was having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, nothing really fun, new or interesting happened since 2 days ago. Went to this family's place which was passed down for a few generations. Its where my mom works at. The place was like "HOLY CRAP" seeing as it was those mini castle thingies which were pretty cool. Didn't take a pic... Why? Crappy phone, bad lighting, do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So hanging out with the peeps, they call these people the "D-4"s. AkA, Dublin 4's. Dublin 4 is an area code or postal code where the rich people live. Or posh as they call them. I don't usually generalize and I'm glad I don't. They dub them the D4's due to bad experiences with really snobby rich kids that are just too materialistic up to the point that you just wanna stab em with a frickin pencil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But that aside, these people are really nice. The dude is friendly, and that chick. Utterly hot and not as ignorant as the average person in Dublin, in-fact, really smart and able to carry out a proper conversation without using the VERY cheesy slang and also doesn't dress up like retards (the ones I see everyday, tracksuit wearing, heavily "blinged out" white red necks). I actually liked this girl. Since girls like these are a reaaally small minority and its not everyday I come across one (like once every 2 months or so), so lets just say I "forgot" to ask her for her number or somethin so that was a bummer. Another chance missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting fairly drunk is a period of bliss when my mind isn't really in overdrive and I get this sweet blankness. My fairly large vocabulary isn't serving me well right now (As always), especially when writing posts on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another all-nighter I pulled off though I'm still sick. I'll just grab a drink and turn in for now.&lt;br /&gt;Merry (belated) Christmas and a (belated) Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-6629332569800058707?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/6629332569800058707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=6629332569800058707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6629332569800058707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/6629332569800058707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-do-not-need-rehab.html' title='I do not need rehab!'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-7389521310258342639</id><published>2007-12-17T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T06:02:50.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo, its been a while since I ever touched this thing so now it's pretty dead. Decided to get a new skin but again no, cos I got really bored or I just forget about everything and head to playing when I have really nothing better to do. So I now decide to spice it up with pictures but its just toooo laggy. So much for gaming computers. This thing can barely support 3 browser windows running at the same time. Yeah, so I'm getting ripped. Ain't too much of a big deal. So now, my mini business of ruined because of a very crappy update on the game. Yeah well I made a small living of buying in-game gold of people with not much of a life and sell them to people with no life at all. You would be surprised at the number of people that don't. Well its either smoke and die early or save precious minutes of your life playing a game. XD really bad thing right there. So this really can't be done unless i migrate to some other game. Can't be assed anyways. Gotta go through the hassle and such. So why does this feel so crappy. So now, exams, tests and more exams. Taking the higher level course means more oppurtunities for me but its seriously taking a toll on my life. Can't hang out much, gotta study, I get called a nerd (until i beat them up ^_^) well yeah. Too bored to post now, gotta study for the upcoming tests this week. Then I'm off for like, 2 or 3 weeks for christmas (woot pressies!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-7389521310258342639?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/7389521310258342639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=7389521310258342639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7389521310258342639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/7389521310258342639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2007/12/sooo-its-been-while-since-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-9146532341404561686</id><published>2007-11-04T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T07:53:52.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey to Relieve Addiction</title><content type='html'>It's pretty obvious that I am very addicted to computers so now after reading through certain articles and read about how it will effect my life and others around me, I decided to cut down greatly on computer time and probably quit MMOs... Well not really quit but just cut down greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm doing this you might ask? It's mainly because its messing up my life as I have been skipping school these days just to go on the computer and i give an excuse saying that school sucks. Nope, school doesn't suck (well, kinda, but not till the extent that I will have to skip school for a whole week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is slowly ruining my social life as I realized my socializing skills are somewhat impaired unlike a year or two ago. So now I will not be on the computer as much but I will be on MSN via my mobile. I will update this blog once or twice a week (If i can handle temptation well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to relieve this addiction, I'm going to have to replace it with something else. So I'm currently waiting for my guitar to ship in from Germany. Sometime soon its gonna arrive. So now I'm going to stop, delete my games, snap the discs and wait for the withdrawal to strike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-9146532341404561686?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/9146532341404561686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=9146532341404561686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/9146532341404561686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/9146532341404561686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-journey-to-relieve-addiction.html' title='My Journey to Relieve Addiction'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-395762668178892915</id><published>2007-10-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:48:25.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>Uh huh, yeah I can't be bothered to post that much. Unless I'm really bored and can't think of something to do so I just do this to train my fingers typing and stuff. Touch typing, yea that got simpler now. Tried some of those skill required mini games on miniclip or hallpass or something. Trains dexterity really. Yeah, it's all about dexterity. The coin thingy where i flip it through my fingers. So, whats been going on lately? Well, I ditched school again for like a week and 2 days. So i gotta figure out a note or a story to make up that they will bite. So far i ditched about a month of school. I'm not proud of it but it gets old after a while and the school pretty much sucks. It's like some welfare school worse than the so called "Third-World Countries". So much for the Celtic Tiger eh? For those that don't know what the Celtic Tiger is,  I have not much of a clue either. I know a rough translation of it. Its the economy being like good and stuff making it the 2nd richest country in the WORLD! Imagine that: 2nd richest country but with one of THE most crappiest facilities. Even Malaysia has a higher standard than these mofos. So, a week and a half of ditching school. Most of a time i stayed at home. Or i went to the cinemas alone (sad i know) or sometimes if i can chat some hot chick up and invite her to watch it with me. That happens very rarely. Like 1 in 6 chances (yeah i got so bored i kept track of that). So now im kinda broke due to the frequent movie going so I'm thinking about getting some premier card or whatever its called. It gives u unlimited movies per month for like 19.99 Euro. It's cheaper seeing as an Early Bird discount is 5.40, but any later that that its like 7+. So I'd rather pay 19.99 than 20+ to 40+ euros. I ditched school from like a fornight ago on thursday. All the way till friday and  i still have another week seeing as it's a mid-term break which is another 1 week (lucky me, lol.). So, few months ago one of my bro in the Philipines got pretty good on his exams so Mom bought him a phone. I asked her to sell my phone and buy something better so she did. I got the w660i. That was my first choice but it was a BIT of a disappointment. A phone of that quality should produce good looking pictures but the N70 did a better job and was about 50 Euros cheaper. Well I'm gonna stick with it till i can make back the money or go back to malaysia and buy one as im currently on a 18 month contract with that phone. Looking at my blog, i think i need a new skin =. =". It's dark and stuff so i need something new. Something much more colorful and such. Something more lively.  Well I'm not too sure what to type now so im just gonna splurge =p cya peepos ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19319838-395762668178892915?l=no-comprende.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/feeds/395762668178892915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19319838&amp;postID=395762668178892915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/395762668178892915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19319838/posts/default/395762668178892915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-comprende.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>DanSquirrels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07382445528012732702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMItqBK43X4/SibWjeUqvrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FR2SwYqe_9s/S220/DSC00648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19319838.post-925723389251977784</id><published>2007-09-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:03:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, not really much to do today, so now its two or prolly 3 days i ditched school. Well its temporary, just till i get back on my feet. Watched a movie about an hour ago, Its called,"1408". LOL alone? Yeah,well what else can i do around here. And hello?! The other guys are in school so figurin out something to do is kinda boring seeing the same old thing everyday. Well, at this hour without the retarded kids of today ruining somereally good stuff thinking old is bad, Dublin can be a really cool place in the morning. So.... I plan to do this more often.But not too often seeing as im doing higher in practicaly every subject i take, I gotta do it. Why im taking higher course in the first place u might say or think or whatever it is that u do. Well,i weirdly did good in some Summer Exam so i was moved to some nerdy class with lame teachers to match. Well, not all of em are, just some. Not too sure who right now but the small minority can be pretty interesting at times. Like the history dude, prolly teaches it too seriously but it is pretty interesting. My first full week in school and im already doing this. Well im gonna keep clean later on cos i have just earned my parents trust seeing ashowi behaved a few years back. Well not really a "few". But I used to do weird stuff and also cantgo through a day without getting scolded or sumtin. Or cant go through a month without getting parents called to the school. So without those crappy stuff going in my life, its a nice change. So the day went pretty normal. And when i mean "the day", i mean the " i ditched school" day. So it went normal, other than i took the wrong bus adding another hour to the trip going to town. So went there, looked around the same places, peeked at some magazines, bought coffee and just walked around town. Without weird kids running around and junkie adults going through town, it seemed weirdly peaceful and....well... nice? Im trying to go through Secondary education here as fast as possible then its either when im16 or after secondary, then im moving to the US!!! Sweet eh? Well it might be. Not too sure. So about an hour in town, i headed to some park, sat down for a while, looked around. Dublin is pretty nice in the morning. Feels pretty good too. Then i decided to catch a movie. Some early bird special deal was like 5euros. Its pretty cheap. And amazingly i passed off as an 18 year old (do i look thatfukcing old?). Movie was pretty scary but wasnt that good. Ended kinda bad.Notthe grizzly bad, i mean like cheesy bad. Some people in the morning here are nice too. An example, whilecrossing the road(darn spacebaron keyboard not working so dont mind the words or sumtin), some guy was kinda bored, so he was like."h
