<?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-8253902203402054192</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:55:18.703+08:00</updated><category term='hotel 626'/><title type='text'>:D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-6586060637542184359</id><published>2009-10-31T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:30:03.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, this detergent really gets whites whiter and my colors more colory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SuwDV1fa_QI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ic3wipD6WbA/s1600-h/Capture2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SuwDV1fa_QI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ic3wipD6WbA/s400/Capture2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398693726981389570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Livelier white? What the heck is that? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;de-dum, de-dum, de-dum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's the sound of my fingers on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; today. It looks like an overstretched piece of dirty rag.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it would let up by 19 00 today. Otherwise, my Safari trip would be cancelled D:&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, should it remain an ever prevalent presence, my night trip shall be infused with a flavour of storm and palpable tension :D&lt;br /&gt;Unless heaven decides to cry.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Am considering using FAB detergent on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dashmesh.com.sg/dyns/prodImg/TOI01400101003056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.dashmesh.com.sg/dyns/prodImg/TOI01400101003056.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/8253902203402054192-6586060637542184359?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/6586060637542184359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-this-detergent-really-gets-whites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/6586060637542184359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/6586060637542184359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-this-detergent-really-gets-whites.html' title='Wow, this detergent really gets whites whiter and my colors more colory!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SuwDV1fa_QI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ic3wipD6WbA/s72-c/Capture2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-7941383240007274241</id><published>2009-10-30T17:00:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:39:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A frosted frosted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/Suqs7tp5vfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kvgFKV2EVcM/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/Suqs7tp5vfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kvgFKV2EVcM/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398317245224566258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;White robed guy looks like Andy Lau in this angle! D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a scene from 'A Frozen Flower'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hi and I'm officially back from a long hiatus (half a month, to be exact). Lots of &lt;s&gt;stuff&lt;/s&gt; shit happened and well, I wasn't exactly primed to write in that period. Not that it's over (the shit, I mean) but rather, I realised that you need to write about fuck-ups in order to get over them, so here I am, writing and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, it is to your advantage that you should know this: namely, that my form teacher Mr Nah does periodic sweeps of the net for insulting-insinuating posts/images of him. Recently, he has done so and regrettably, found some incriminating documents on someone's blog about him, probably an opinion expressed unfavourably and without much tact. He's made a copy of the evidence and that highly sensitive document is on its way to that poor girl's parents. So my fellow net-users, I urge you to exercise discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I only got 4 hours worth of sleep. People who know me as well as the both sides of their hands would be shocked because that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abnormal behaviour&lt;/span&gt; in my account. Why? Why did Renee not get her usual 7 hours of sleep yesterday? Because I was watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://joojinmo.org/images/AFrozenFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 762px;" src="http://joojinmo.org/images/AFrozenFlower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For those of you who don't know any better, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS! &lt;/span&gt;is a movie by the name of 'A Frozen Flower'. What makes it stand out, is that it's a gay movie, with heterosexuality taking center stage and pansexual undertones. Wow. But, like most bank statements and insurance policies, they don't state that; they prefer a misleading truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the blurb on the 2 pieces of paper sandwiching my $5 pirated disc said - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Korea's smashing hit of 2008 with staggering ticket sales! Redefining boundaries in the footsteps of Brokeback Mountain! The forbidden love between a king and his henchman is tested when he is pressured by the Yuan dynasty to produce a heir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I began watching the movie expecting no less; hot guys falling head over heels for each other and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;basking in the fiery passion of their love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The heir problem? Take a backseat! As I was to know later, the blurb was a lie, or rather, only part of the truth and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie opened in Singapore theatres with the highest rating the censors could offer; a R21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R21 (restricted 21)&lt;/span&gt; - for above 21s, contains nudity (sex scenes), violence, and may contain religious issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is nothing. It's a watered down version of the truth. In fact, the "nudity" in Frozen were nothing but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PORN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, sex in movies can be categorised in 3 sectors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Groping. Feeling. Or Initiation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Defining characteristics&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Actor &amp;amp; actresses are fully dressed, with occasional shirt removal, but even so, underwear is most definitely left on. Nuzzling is shown (90% on neck), mostly to illustrate the arousal of both parties but otherwise no other indications of horny-ness may be observed - no moans, groans or panting. "Fading-out" is then applied, and scene ends with both parties naked and hiding their nudity under a blanket/sheet/conveniently placed pillow (99% of the time).&lt;br /&gt;*May be an initiation act, eventually escalating to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can be seen in&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; All mediacorp dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Arthouse sex or an excuse for people of moral repute to appreciate the "art and beauty of intercourse". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Defining characteristics&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Actor &amp;amp; actresses are fully naked, sliding over one other as the camera pans in and out. Sound effects are present but are a mere backdrop and are pre-recorded. Tongues dart in and out and passion is often played through intense eye expressions. Body parts are almost never shown, and even if they are, it's only those that you get to see for free such as an ass or a thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can be seen in&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; High-brow films such as Lust, Caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Porn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Defining characteristics&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;Actor &amp;amp; actresses are fully naked, often in a sexual position. Sound effects and quality are at their climax as both parties moan and whimper and growl. Camera remains still, zoomed out to capture both actors in a still-frame. Body parts are shown, such as breasts. Orgasm is always reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can be seen in&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; A Frozen Flower!! X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Frozen really shocked me with its daring showcase of sex D:&lt;br /&gt;At one of the more salacious scenes, I was so nervous and uncomfortable that I swear to bring about a reform on its censorship, slapping an SYCWT (Sorry You Can't Watch This) on it. Sex was presented in such a grotesque manner that entering a nunnery was a possible consideration by the time the credits rolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part? It was Het Porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they showed men having sex, I wouldn't have been repulsed in the least. In fact, the reason why was because knowing that as a female, I would naturally be spared the opportunity to do so. I am able to sit back, relax and observe with a cool eye the way my sister watches cats mounting each other on the ground floor of the neighbourhood carpark. It is the assurance that you would never be a part of it that gives you this exclusive detachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is disquieting and spooky for all the wrong reasons. Basically, it's about this king who's in love with his guard. It's not the madly, crazy love that most yaoi media center around. This should have been my first warning that something's off here, that this is not my classic fairytale, yet being the sort of person to give up a tree for a forest, I ignored it and would suffer. As I see it now, the bane of the problem was always that the king loved his consort more than the other way round. This is a goner equation for any relationship; be possessive and jealous, and if the other person couldn't care less, it's time to consult the aspirins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yuan Dynasty of China then exerts pressure on the homosexual king - either produce a heir or get your ass off the throne. The king then tells his queen: "You must have known by now. I cannot accept women." And she did, showing her understanding by crying her eyes out. But pressure is pressure, and even the king can't ignore it. Therefore he thinks of a plan.&lt;br /&gt;The most disturbing and macabre part of the story comes next. Get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The plan:&lt;/span&gt; Arrange for the king's gay (logically) lover to sleep with the queen, because "I trust you the most." What he means is that because his lover is hopelessly smitten with him and his sexuality, he could trust him not to fall in love with his wife, and simply regard the act as a perfunctory action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really make sense? How could someone give up his lover to another? The fact that he so readily suggested it makes me sick. What was love to him? Apparently, this would prove to be the king's biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing led to another, and soon the guard was in love with the queen. Oh my god. How sick can this movie be? It toys and plays around with the feelings of the characters and destroys all our feeble concepts of love; that it is ethereal, pure and great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asiabeam.com.nyud.net/gallery/main.php?g2_view=watermark.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=79361"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://asiabeam.com.nyud.net/gallery/main.php?g2_view=watermark.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=79361" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director said that the movie is all about "men's love". That automatically establish a link in our mind to YAOI, but we forget that a man's undying devotion to a woman is "men's love" too. His film scares me and explore areas that I'd rather leave for the next person. It shows us that SHIT HAPPENS in our lives, that not everything is omnipotent and smooth-sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic of this director (Yu Ha) is that he is a master of our feelings, twisting them one way and then the next, leaving us in a confused state of mind with divided loyalties. On the one hand, I feel sorry for the king, and hate the queen, but then I would remember how he betrayed his lover. I would feel happy for the queen and the guard, but my conscience screams: How could the guard do that? How could his feelings change so fast?&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, he has achieved his goal of placing us in the position of the guard, who faces a compelling decision between the king and the queen. He has made us understand and experienced for ourselves the struggle of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to figure out for myself the significance of "A Frozen Flower". The movie made several references to it, with the queen pointing out that young maidens would make pastries known as "Frozen Flower biscuits" for their lovers. The king, meanwhile, sang a song known as &lt;span class="description"&gt;Ssanghwajeom (lit. Frozen Flower).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics, according to my $5 disc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The store to buy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a frosted frosted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mongolia's brother seized my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it means something like he went to a store to buy a frosted/frozen flower and some guy seized his hand. The Mongolia thing is significant as the guard is supposedly Chinese and since Mongolia is part of China (I'm sure), 2 + 2 adds up to 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If this matter, then spread out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Said the small boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;are my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, if the matter were to be made public knowledge, then the blame would rest on the king's shoulders?? The possessive noun is used ambiguously in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Small guys have to sleep in that position&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I also sleep in that seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the obvious sexual connotation, it holds no other meaning for me whatsoever :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a castration, countless murders, pregnancy and a rebellion, the movie ends with the guard duelling with the king. He tells the king that "I've never once treated you as my lover" which effectively translates to 'I've never once loved you'. The king died more out of grief than actual physical wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, that is evidently not true. Why else would he cry at the beginning of the movie when he was coered into bedding the queen? He hugged the king in the middle of the night, wears pink and would sacrifice his life for the king's. I strongly believe that they were once deeply in love, and that's my only salvation. The guard was killed minutes later, and as life slowly seeps out of him, he turns around to face the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he shuts his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-7941383240007274241?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/7941383240007274241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/frosted-frosted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7941383240007274241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7941383240007274241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/frosted-frosted.html' title='A frosted frosted'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/Suqs7tp5vfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kvgFKV2EVcM/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-8508645096644818434</id><published>2009-10-18T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:16:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Renee.&lt;br /&gt;Who intends to play her brains out today.&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/8253902203402054192-8508645096644818434?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8508645096644818434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/8508645096644818434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/8508645096644818434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-3996970617332560042</id><published>2009-10-15T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:30:28.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I'm doing for my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3874197222_919b3c2424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3874197222_919b3c2424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Going to Night Safari to have a decent Halloween-cum-Birthday xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halloweenhorrors.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CLICK ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-3996970617332560042?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/3996970617332560042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-im-doing-for-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/3996970617332560042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/3996970617332560042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-im-doing-for-my-birthday.html' title='what I&apos;m doing for my birthday'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3874197222_919b3c2424_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-7627380975538180077</id><published>2009-10-15T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:35:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i came back! (plus it's my birthday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bc-enschede.nl/wenglish/grassroots/popculture_3h10304/3h1/tenijenhuis/website/Frank%20Sinatra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.bc-enschede.nl/wenglish/grassroots/popculture_3h10304/3h1/tenijenhuis/website/Frank%20Sinatra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, it doesn't really feel like my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Went on a shopping spree at Kino. Bought $80+ worth of books, and I must say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;books do a fucking good job of cheering me up&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Saw Terry Pratchett dominating the fantasy shelves. I don't see what's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; about him, Carissa D: He and Neil Gaiman are friends, yet I think the style's quite different. One's sillier, whereas the other is more Gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*BUT&lt;/span&gt;, on the whole "author's looks" spectrum, Pratchett ranks pretty high on my list. He's such a lovable old man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; DAVID SEDARIS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda sucks shopping alone. You know, after a period of time, you realise that people are the same anywhere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; in shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there's always the all-girls clique in school uniform, the Malay guys gang, the expatriates in business suits, the people who talk+look like gays but most probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren'&lt;/span&gt;t, the offices ladies clicking around in heels. The only distinction is age and looks.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda transient after a while, and it doesn't get to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-7627380975538180077?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/7627380975538180077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-came-back-plus-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7627380975538180077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7627380975538180077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-came-back-plus-it.html' title='i came back! (plus it&apos;s my birthday)'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-78884661240698083</id><published>2009-10-10T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:00:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing through my head head head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://marineyismarina.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/shinee-ha-sang-baek-designer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 463px;" src="http://marineyismarina.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/shinee-ha-sang-baek-designer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so stuck on Korean songs now 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oops this picture is not for wen xia hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Shinee can sing.&lt;br /&gt;I like their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt; *___*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-78884661240698083?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/78884661240698083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-through-my-head-head-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/78884661240698083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/78884661240698083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-through-my-head-head-head.html' title='playing through my head head head'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-1380972692109880413</id><published>2009-10-09T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:35:22.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm going mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsjustauselessblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;GUESS WHOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm reading it 2 years down the road, godhowmuch&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lower&lt;/span&gt;couldisink?&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those stupid emo-i-think-i-am-so-cool phrases that hit me less and less as the years fly by.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's the use of blogs if no one ever reads it?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it made sense to me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, putting a tagboard up when I know no one's ever gonna read it appears stupid. But I realised this 2 years too late.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the stupid lAm3 shitz that I posted when I was young and green.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, WHAT THE HELL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-1380972692109880413?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/1380972692109880413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-im-going-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/1380972692109880413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/1380972692109880413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-im-going-mad.html' title='i think i&apos;m going mad'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-5002969504129549060</id><published>2009-10-07T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:04:22.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, let's go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Did I mention I'm really stuck on Aaron Kwok's 对你爱不完 now? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anyone with the song please send it to me? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cbhFVFVdCI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cbhFVFVdCI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/8253902203402054192-5002969504129549060?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5002969504129549060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-lets-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/5002969504129549060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/5002969504129549060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-lets-go.html' title='hey, let&apos;s go!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-6395716328555663087</id><published>2009-10-07T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:52:53.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good sleep tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bio wasn't a killer :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was halfway through the exam when I thought oh god how lucky I am to have chosen Bio instead of physics.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even if I didn't know what livers were used for, it must have something to with absorption/storing/formation of new products right? That's practically the functions of almost all our organs.&lt;br /&gt;Wheras Physics is like maths. If I don't know how to calculate the energy/angle/whatever, I'm blown.&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm off to tackle History. But it's growling and snapping at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOD LUCK PHYSICS GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and now it's our turn for a break suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://openlettersmonthly.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/neilgaimannov04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 316px;" src="http://openlettersmonthly.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/neilgaimannov04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let hairy moustache dude cheer you on. He has written Neverwhere, American Gods, Anansi Boys, Stardust and The Graveyard Book especially for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess who? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-6395716328555663087?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/6395716328555663087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-sleep-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/6395716328555663087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/6395716328555663087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-sleep-tonight.html' title='a good sleep tonight'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-8976970163395948766</id><published>2009-10-06T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:41:43.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juncture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://greenzoom.org/joomla/images/project/DuanMyMessage/traffic%20junction%20free%20for%20all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://greenzoom.org/joomla/images/project/DuanMyMessage/traffic%20junction%20free%20for%20all.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand here, on this waypoint in my 15 years of life, I observe the people, my friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are growing older (but not necessarily wiser!), slower, more crumbly. My friends are changing right in front of my eyes; some for the better, others going back down the road. Appearances, characters, attitudes. I have friends switching ambitions, goals, I have friends tweaking the meaning of life, I have friends no longer believing or switching faith. Friends growing prettier all the time, becoming smarter, more studious now that they know what they want from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know because it's happening to me too. Feeling like a different person everytime something new happens. Changing and morphing right in front of my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like knowing a different person everytime I see my friends. I think, hey, since when did she eat Beef? And then knowing from her that she has just renounced Buddhism recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, we are all in the companies of strangers once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-8976970163395948766?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/8976970163395948766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/juncture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/8976970163395948766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/8976970163395948766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/juncture.html' title='juncture'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-4516104433894850063</id><published>2009-10-04T14:56:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:38:47.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do when I am not studying 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SshQQsN4jII/AAAAAAAAAfo/x07-w8Rto5A/s1600-h/3935409759_831feae91d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SshQQsN4jII/AAAAAAAAAfo/x07-w8Rto5A/s400/3935409759_831feae91d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388645201826319490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Photo creds &lt;a href="http://goflyingtrtl.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; because I will probably face a lawsuit if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PANIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having a whole day to think about how I would screw up/fail/shit my Chemistry paper is undoing my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Badly.&lt;br /&gt;I would be reading a book (currently, "Spider Boys" by Ming Cher, though I guess no one will know about him since I didn't till I read his book) and then my mind would drift, and suddenly I will find myself wondering the exact formula of finding the volume of a gas (V=N x 24). Or I would be drinking soup, then trying to remember Qualitative Analysis.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, it's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOLE CONCEPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that's killing my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm sure no one would believe that I only started my revision yesterday evening but there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;Even I find it hard to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to popular demand, here's Renee's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TWITTER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or how it would look like if I had one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rise and shine! it's 0600 in the morning and it's too bloody early for chem but I guess you have no choice when you are a goner like me! :DDD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 9 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm all fresh and ready to combat Mole! Bring it on Moley Holey!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 9 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished everything up to Volume of Gases and I can understand it! Holey Moley! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 8 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My eyes are starting to hurt from the effort of keeping awake, but I have to persevere. Onwards, comrades! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 7 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Break for breakfast. The first time in months that I've had breakfast before 10. Usually, I bag about 2 more hours of sleep and get brunch. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 6 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Twitter is active, but my mom just chided me about leaving my phone around where I'm studying. Finished Volumetric Analysis but I DON'T GET IT D: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 6 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twiting&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; from HDB HUB where I'm eating Pepper Lunch! I would like to take this oppurtunity to take my sponser, Serene Ting, also known as my mother. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 4 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought mango smoothie (small, 50% sugar, no pearls please) from Koi Cafe, a branch that came from Taiwan&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. They sell the best drinks ever XDD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 3 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and slacked around the house.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 2 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my computer and went onto Blogger, Facebook, the works.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 1 hour ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really nervous about the test. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;about 15 seconds ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gossipcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/robert-pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.gossipcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/robert-pattinson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I have no idea why people think he's handsome/sexy/hot/cute when obviously all he's ever looked like is a druggie. With a mop for hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SshOeKbR7AI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qAQ6zkMJvko/s1600-h/zac-efron-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SshOeKbR7AI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qAQ6zkMJvko/s400/zac-efron-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388643234250615810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That look sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; sexy as hell, Zac. And the blue eyes. Which looks like a pair of buttons here ha.&lt;br /&gt;But at least they are making more money than I am X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There's something wrong with the font size and all, but I'm too lazy to edit it anymore XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Andrea/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Andrea/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-4516104433894850063?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/4516104433894850063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-do-when-i-am-not-studying-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/4516104433894850063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/4516104433894850063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-do-when-i-am-not-studying-2.html' title='What I do when I am not studying 2'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SshQQsN4jII/AAAAAAAAAfo/x07-w8Rto5A/s72-c/3935409759_831feae91d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-2365338155663361327</id><published>2009-10-02T16:13:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:42:43.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i do when i'm not studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Youtubeeee&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'm there for the music really. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Imeem&lt;/span&gt; turned into some freaking 30-sec website and I'm too lazy to download anything :3&lt;br /&gt;And occasionally, rarely, you get to see some spastic shit. Like what I'm gonna tell you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sidelink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qj3xWCLpP9I&amp;amp;feature=popular"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI ALL, THIS IS THE VIDEO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...would probably be how she would put it.&lt;br /&gt;I've never watched any of her videos before. And never will.&lt;br /&gt;She speaks in a volume known to her as "demure" and to the rest of us as "non-existent". I can't hear her even with my volume on max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady, or Aubrey if you choose to believe all the Internet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gimmos&lt;/span&gt;, is basically a bimbo. That means shopping/fashion/popular queen/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, let's take a look at our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;star&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW5AzXr57I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Ndw8iyN6fUE/s1600-h/dfdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW5AzXr57I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Ndw8iyN6fUE/s400/dfdf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387915952659359666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; say whether she qualifies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;My God&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm sorry but I think she looks better as a clown.&lt;br /&gt;But admittedly, I may have just caught her in a bad pose. My snipping skills aren't that good yet. And it was a quarter of a video before I realised that I could have simply paused and then snip. Yeah we're talking dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the title of the video. It's "What's in Aubrey's school bag".&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this has been done many times before, though with different names and different bags. But no biggie. Let's see what she's got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is a video chronicling the contents of her schoolbag, of course she has to start by showcasing said bag. Check out what Americans bring to school these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW8ipQggpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/WsgQ01bfUVY/s1600-h/uuuu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW8ipQggpI/AAAAAAAAAdY/WsgQ01bfUVY/s400/uuuu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387919832595333778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW9O6rKrSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/iF4V6SkSnkw/s1600-h/qqqq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW9O6rKrSI/AAAAAAAAAdg/iF4V6SkSnkw/s400/qqqq.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387920593184795938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have no style or Ed Hardy has no taste, but i really think that the bag is like one of those go-green, friends of Mother Earth bag my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;grandmother&lt;/span&gt; likes to carry. And that's no insult to grandma, because it's the fad among the senior nowadays :D&lt;br /&gt;However much makeup she puts, I refuse to believe Aubrey can pass for an elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW9ZQtnArI/AAAAAAAAAdo/H62SsDvvIrc/s1600-h/edh-frmal0798bla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW9ZQtnArI/AAAAAAAAAdo/H62SsDvvIrc/s400/edh-frmal0798bla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387920770899313330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least I feel good when I take a reusable green bag, at least I feel I'm helping to save Mother Earth (although I'm probably not). Taking a schoolbag resembling one, and especially one that looks like a garbage bag as well, really provides you with the basis to make a fashion statement. Understandably, not a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other better but not that far away from previous bags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW-2eCmMMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/C9V-Pq-8Qg8/s1600-h/youknowimprettysurewehavethesamelips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW-2eCmMMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/C9V-Pq-8Qg8/s400/youknowimprettysurewehavethesamelips.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387922372204835010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hey, at least I'm honest when I say that we have the same lips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW-54rMFUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1FQmGckcEBg/s1600-h/ithinkthisbagmakesmyfacelookfatENLARGE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW-54rMFUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1FQmGckcEBg/s400/ithinkthisbagmakesmyfacelookfatENLARGE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387922430894019906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLEASE ENLARGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um Ashley dear? I think this bag makes my face look fat. Like, totally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;All the stuff inside her bag is the usual predictable bimbo arsenal - lip gloss, lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, perfume, etc etc. However, I've got to admit, she is richer than the average &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bimb&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, she's all Anna Sui and Ed Hardy and it gets kind of repetitive, but hey, they are branded. Which is more than I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Aubrey also has a Hello Kitty fetish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXArara6aI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8f8Z5EOAMaQ/s1600-h/try.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXArara6aI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8f8Z5EOAMaQ/s400/try.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387924381347015074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the very first kitty items she flashes out. Wait, there's still more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;S MAY MAKE YOU PUKE DUE TO AN OVERDOSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; CAT FUR, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;POSURE&lt;/span&gt; AND A LACK OF MOUTHS. PLEASE BE ADVISED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXBqgh7Q6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2M4wzv9T7E4/s1600-h/hailthehellokittgoddess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXBqgh7Q6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2M4wzv9T7E4/s400/hailthehellokittgoddess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387925465249563554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"All hail the Hello Kitty goddess."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXCVSjdB5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/_JVgBTRztNw/s1600-h/the-terminator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXCVSjdB5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/_JVgBTRztNw/s400/the-terminator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387926200232249234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXB-nwJSAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/c6S2GjHs_Vo/s1600-h/hk2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXB-nwJSAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/c6S2GjHs_Vo/s400/hk2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387925810785634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hello Kitty + Terminator crossover glasses = FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXCuWJ74FI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9OmDoOUms84/s1600-h/hk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXCuWJ74FI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9OmDoOUms84/s400/hk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387926630695690322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hello Kitty compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXDEf5PWaI/AAAAAAAAAew/k7xN1tWf5iY/s1600-h/morelipstuff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXDEf5PWaI/AAAAAAAAAew/k7xN1tWf5iY/s400/morelipstuff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387927011267140002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hello Kitty mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXAkMKLBVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WiDBXvHKXR0/s1600-h/guesswho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXAkMKLBVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WiDBXvHKXR0/s400/guesswho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387924257190380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXE8evWwvI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rP6lFDiUbJA/s1600-h/lovethecandid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXE8evWwvI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rP6lFDiUbJA/s400/lovethecandid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387929072541549298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love the candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXFHPPZMnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vxcH0QVWl1o/s1600-h/behindpen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXFHPPZMnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/vxcH0QVWl1o/s400/behindpen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387929257359520370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACTUAL QUOTE: &lt;/span&gt;"I'm going to let you check out my favourite pen of all time, OF ALL TIME. It's really smooth and sharp, and see, it's 0.4. You can only get these in Japan or the Philippines. Pilot G-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tec&lt;/span&gt; C4. The thinest freaking pens you will ever find."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXGO-mZxDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nc2sB6hqHro/s1600-h/ebdj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXGO-mZxDI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nc2sB6hqHro/s400/ebdj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387930489843205170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think she wears contacts or something obviously of a different colour than her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXGiajN-rI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PNv4bR_DyFQ/s1600-h/BMWBMW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXGiajN-rI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PNv4bR_DyFQ/s400/BMWBMW.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387930823763557042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.zigwheels.com/uploads/newcar/bmw_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://images.zigwheels.com/uploads/newcar/bmw_logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here's a hint that our bimbo girl may be Lady Rich after all. Those are keys to a BMW, in case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This whole video is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; simply not worth your 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; It's just like any other bimbo videos out there, maybe even worse because the commentary is boring as hell, and there isn't really anything interesting/funny (unless you count the part where she fishes out her sanitary napkins, which 196009 people now know she keeps in a wrapping paper bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXH4zOv5-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Qy5PjAU33G0/s1600-h/iwontaskyoutoenlargeinfactimsurprisedyouhavefuckingpukedalready.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsXH4zOv5-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Qy5PjAU33G0/s400/iwontaskyoutoenlargeinfactimsurprisedyouhavefuckingpukedalready.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387932307857336290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I won't ask you to enlarge. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't fucking puked already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-2365338155663361327?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/2365338155663361327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-do-when-im-not-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/2365338155663361327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/2365338155663361327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-do-when-im-not-studying.html' title='what i do when i&apos;m not studying'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsW5AzXr57I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Ndw8iyN6fUE/s72-c/dfdf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-4411314133827894600</id><published>2009-10-01T12:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:58:10.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not that far behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsQ1YXItVMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5-nE5l415Ww/s1600-h/jamesdean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsQ1YXItVMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5-nE5l415Ww/s400/jamesdean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387489746885629122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;To Charmaine :&lt;/span&gt; 'James Dean' is not a novel by John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;. He's an actor. But he did star in one movie that was adapted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steinbeck's&lt;/span&gt; novel "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;East of Eden&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To anyone else that fucked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the Maths test today:&lt;/span&gt; It's all done and said. Let's prepare ourselves for the other shit heading our way. Cheer up people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I lied to my mum. &lt;u&gt;Twice&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; So how did your test go?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; See, you should have revised more! How much did you not know how to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIE #1:&lt;/span&gt; Um, a bit, I guess. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's was the fucking majority of the paper&lt;/span&gt;) Well, almost the entire class was stumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. Do you think you can pass?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. I'm sorry mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; Well it's too late anyway. But you haven't failed anything else for the year, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIE #2:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maths+A maths+chem+bio = I don't know, at least 5 papers???&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; is James Dean, by the way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;. I think there might be a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The tag just reads : "&lt;span class="photographer"&gt;James Dean's Pompadour style."&lt;br /&gt;But in terms of looks, James Dean is not that far behind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh &lt;u&gt;yeah&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday China! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, the People's Republic of China...&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/8253902203402054192-4411314133827894600?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/4411314133827894600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-that-far-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/4411314133827894600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/4411314133827894600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-that-far-behind.html' title='not that far behind'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsQ1YXItVMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5-nE5l415Ww/s72-c/jamesdean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-7590899216174787326</id><published>2009-09-30T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:49:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peach yogurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsMbatGQiEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7Xh-feGrNs0/s1600-h/1219877939720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsMbatGQiEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7Xh-feGrNs0/s400/1219877939720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387179724861638722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the colour of my peach yogurt is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;salmon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And that is so wrong, soured milk isn't supposed to look like fish. Even if it's peach flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's not BL. It's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shounen&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;. It's not romance. It's not love.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yaoi&lt;/span&gt;. PORN. Get that through your thick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fangirl&lt;/span&gt; heads!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote courtesy of a very very horny member of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mangafox&lt;/span&gt;. x)&lt;br /&gt;Helpful should I ever need to explain what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yaoi&lt;/span&gt; is again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My history revision was so epic it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-7590899216174787326?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/7590899216174787326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/peach-yogurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7590899216174787326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7590899216174787326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/peach-yogurt.html' title='peach yogurt'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsMbatGQiEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7Xh-feGrNs0/s72-c/1219877939720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-4460115497851993790</id><published>2009-09-30T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:55:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cloudy with a chance of sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsLwtqncoiI/AAAAAAAAAco/af6WH8v7PB4/s1600-h/paranoia_agent.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsLwtqncoiI/AAAAAAAAAco/af6WH8v7PB4/s400/paranoia_agent.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387132771613057570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem. So it's the 3rd day of the exam period now and &lt;u&gt;it has gone all right so far&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm kinda relieved&lt;/span&gt; yet tentative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You never know what to expect.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day I disappoint my mother. I'm so sorry, mum. I know and I am aware and I am so fucking positive that I will fail Maths.&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing?&lt;br /&gt;It is entirely and wholly and it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't even try.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't want to lift/flip/scan through the pages of my Maths textbook/notebook.&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I would be doing now, except that I have decided to come on blogger instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid computer D:&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; come out of this period with sustainable injuries (:&lt;br /&gt;After all, I am fully resolved to tackle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O'level&lt;/span&gt; Chinese after this crap.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall embark on my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reinforced Studying Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my compulsive typing now. And that means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one hour with the keyboard, my history textbook and nothing else&lt;/span&gt;.  D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-4460115497851993790?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/4460115497851993790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/cloudy-with-chance-of-sunlight-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/4460115497851993790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/4460115497851993790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/cloudy-with-chance-of-sunlight-d.html' title='cloudy with a chance of sunshine'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsLwtqncoiI/AAAAAAAAAco/af6WH8v7PB4/s72-c/paranoia_agent.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-5779290908607147958</id><published>2009-09-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:27:15.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling is the most of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsBVyq9mheI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iHzhoSjd7po/s1600-h/toritsu_mahou_gakuen_v02_ch08_pg_164_165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsBVyq9mheI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iHzhoSjd7po/s400/toritsu_mahou_gakuen_v02_ch08_pg_164_165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386399483349599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello :D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here again to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Most blogs are on hiatus due to EOYs but NO, NOT ME? YOU KNOW WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAUSE I AM NOT FREAKING STUDYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;u&gt;I scare myself sometimes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I began revision waaaayyy too late this year so I will fail with the utmost confidence. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get incoherrent. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. By the way, I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt; scared of what will happen to me. In case you haven't figured that out yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-5779290908607147958?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/5779290908607147958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/rambling-is-most-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/5779290908607147958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/5779290908607147958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/rambling-is-most-of-life.html' title='Rambling is the most of life'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SsBVyq9mheI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iHzhoSjd7po/s72-c/toritsu_mahou_gakuen_v02_ch08_pg_164_165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-7545820391185232797</id><published>2009-09-25T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:00:25.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel 626'/><title type='text'>Checking in to Hotel 626</title><content type='html'>Hello :D&lt;br /&gt;I ought to feel less than happy due to my maths CA results, but strangely I feel...relieved.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I'm here to do an intro  (i.e. reiterating info which can be found anywhere else on the net.) on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hotel 626&lt;/span&gt;, an online haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed about the name, was that it was a digit away from Satan's number, 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start getting any ideas yet? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel 626 is jointly produced by Goodby and B-reel for, get this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RITOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Which is so fucking unbelievable, considering the game &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has nothing at all to do with chips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, Goodby and B-reel has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; released (23/09/09) yet another project for Doritos, known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asylum 626&lt;/span&gt;, which basically runs on the same concept except you play in a madhouse instead of, well, this madhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asylum626.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK TO EXPERIENCE ASYLUM 626&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my focus today is not on Asylum, but Hotel, so let's get started shall we? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WARNING: The following images may mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;e y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; feel more than uncomfortable. Click all images to enlarge :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hotel 626 (and Asylum) only allows you to play betw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;een &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he hours of 1800 to 0600, in order to make your experience a more chilling one. This pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oblem, however, can easily be solved by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changing the time of your computer&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryMc8yyj7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7r3Ll62wP-0/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryMc8yyj7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7r3Ll62wP-0/s400/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385333683411652530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out the Doritos inspired loading sign :D&lt;/span&gt; Proof that our friendly &lt;span&gt;capitalist&lt;/span&gt; company did have a hand in this. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That, basically is your loading screen. Looks ornate and suave. What a swanky hotel. Except...wait, is that a bit of blood you're seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryNinoMvYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/erv1_zME2YE/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryNinoMvYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/erv1_zME2YE/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385334880320929154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;About 3 seconds after your page has finished downloading, Mr Creepy Face + moaning noise comes out to greet ya.&lt;br /&gt;If your clock is not yet set to any time after 6pm and before 6am, now is the time to do it. Otherwise, you'll be greeted by this screen asking you to book a reservation (giving a name and email address so that they can notify you).&lt;br /&gt;Once your time problem is settled, your screen should look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryO0992HqI/AAAAAAAAAag/fxr9enhGVmY/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryO0992HqI/AAAAAAAAAag/fxr9enhGVmY/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385336295066574498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my friend, I have written my name as "Superstar Qianpin" :3 But that is not point.&lt;br /&gt;See the red words? Apparently, 15 years of age still qualifies you as a "child" D:&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryP4gtywQI/AAAAAAAAAao/brBLO82kpms/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryP4gtywQI/AAAAAAAAAao/brBLO82kpms/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385337455445721346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow the instructions, kiddies! xD&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. You need to on your headphones/speakers/mic in order to complete this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Basically, you get run through some scenes before the main action starts (watch out for the Doritos logo!).  There are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10 stages&lt;/span&gt; of this game, as marked by the lines at the bottom left corner of the screen. Each time you pass a stage, one of the lines turns red and bloody.&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complete a stage successfully to advance to the next as Doritos are kind enough to offer you a "skip" alternative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryRQMbVNRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k5axPrcFM0w/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryRQMbVNRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/k5axPrcFM0w/s400/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385338961828066578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what would appear were you to fail a stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You play as this sleep-induced, hungover (probably) meth junkie (even more probably), who wakes up and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; that he had to get out of this shit-hole of a hotel he came into in the first place. Just, you know, his physic magnetism working. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riiiight&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, that sets the plot for the entire game (although it's a tad cliched).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrySd-BBhYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7w_Mz58VqvI/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrySd-BBhYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7w_Mz58VqvI/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385340297989424514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary-jane? Is that you? Woah, baby, you're on fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Complete the tasks, and you are ready to advance to the next level. The action happens really fast, and can get real creepy, so be prepared. A good thing to do, is to play with your parents xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryTJgw2iJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IWMaIY6eu3Q/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryTJgw2iJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IWMaIY6eu3Q/s400/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385341046051211410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out Cam-Shy, the polar opposite of Cam-Whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is one of the levels in the game and your goal is to get a mugshot of Cam-Shy, this idiot of a girl who has insecurity problems. You spend most of your time swivelling your camera around the room (which has this constant drip-drop-plop sound of water) trying to get her to smile and say cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryUJlCv1bI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zirBdFo-jKk/s1600-h/626b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryUJlCv1bI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zirBdFo-jKk/s400/626b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385342146711639474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...which she does, eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;At least, take comfort in the fact that Doritos actually hired real people to act these out. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she is real&lt;/span&gt; unlike the lady you may find in your hotel bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryUtqPl4nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CuxwxCmqUH4/s1600-h/ddddd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryUtqPl4nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CuxwxCmqUH4/s400/ddddd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385342766582981234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet Air Pollution, the guy that sneaks up on you, sidles around corners, lurking around and chasing you around the hotel the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You can spot him anywhere in the game :D&lt;br /&gt;Just try to keep a lookout for him, cause everytime you spot him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU MUST GET INTO THE NEAREST DOOR/OPENING ASAP!&lt;/span&gt; Otherwise, it's "try again" for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzCKX3IAXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3R-Oe2UjUnI/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzCKX3IAXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3R-Oe2UjUnI/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385392737887977842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey look! A sweet looking child :D Possibly the only normal person around here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzCsvDzdtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BsfpKdmZE_U/s1600-h/hotel626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzCsvDzdtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BsfpKdmZE_U/s400/hotel626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385393328230725330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my holy ass, what the motherfuck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hotel 626 is really one hell of a rollercoaster ride. I played it in the afternoon (due to lack of time, not because I'm chicken, you ass) and I have to admit, even I was spooked. This is really surprising, cause I grew up on horror movies (practically).&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I had my volume turned on max :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the levels which I really hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzEs6O6_kI/AAAAAAAAAbo/z4MkXBixV_0/s1600-h/nnnn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzEs6O6_kI/AAAAAAAAAbo/z4MkXBixV_0/s400/nnnn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385395530253401666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say hello to our good friend, Wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We meet him in one of the later levels (7, I think). What happened is that you were knocked out by Air Pollution or one of the other ectoplasm friends. And hereby you end up in this dungeon with Wanker. He makes deep panting breathing noises, speaks in an incoherent babble (which is the task, by the way. you're supposed to derive a code from it.) and generally misleads people into thinking he's, well, masturbating.&lt;br /&gt;And to cap things off, he's in a thrift suit of bondage made of prisoner's rags and loose cloth. How fucked up can you be?&lt;br /&gt;If you do not manage to derive the code in 2 tries, you die. Let's see what happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzF__fMfFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_sncrkPgAP8/s1600-h/nmnmn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzF__fMfFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/_sncrkPgAP8/s400/nmnmn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385396957592976466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanker: Hey Lovely. You look good enough to eat ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You turn around, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there he is&lt;/span&gt;! He has gone out of his bondage gear and he tries his best to look as suave as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he reaches for the switch, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scampering sounds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU:&lt;/span&gt; huff puff huff puff huu huu huu huu...AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzIYfuE8EI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kEi4QnRHCBY/s1600-h/lllll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzIYfuE8EI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kEi4QnRHCBY/s400/lllll.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385399577585446978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate that all the hotel rooms are like that. Spot the girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;One of the more unique aspects of the game; your webcam plays a vital role in this.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when they asked you for permission to use your webcam?&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, they will have taken your photo sometime in the game (you wouldn't know this!) and see where it is now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzJI_gz1PI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3dYlf7NHtwA/s1600-h/komooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzJI_gz1PI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3dYlf7NHtwA/s400/komooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385400410753455346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha (: Yes, they take your photos and put it together with others all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;The aim of this level is to select your photo from all the other players before the time runs out. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzJlh30xMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f1KjXSVLT5Q/s1600-h/ccc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzJlh30xMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f1KjXSVLT5Q/s400/ccc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385400901013128386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was just too bad my webcam wasn't working D:&lt;br /&gt;This screen shows up at the end, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Now we've come to the end of our journey and you can finally escape this madhouse of a hotel. You escape through the corridors, and burst out of the doors, down the steps and into your vintage car. You exhale a long breathe and check your rearview mirror just like any good driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzKXZttZ7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/eNd7nof_lTs/s1600-h/hhh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SrzKXZttZ7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/eNd7nof_lTs/s400/hhh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385401757816678322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanker: Don't go. I'm still hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that's how the game ends (:&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to relieve your boredom or just to scare the shit out of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's an experience worth trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotel626.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR HOTEL 626&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8253902203402054192-7545820391185232797?l=chuucheck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/feeds/7545820391185232797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/checking-in-to-hotel-626.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7545820391185232797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8253902203402054192/posts/default/7545820391185232797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chuucheck.blogspot.com/2009/09/checking-in-to-hotel-626.html' title='Checking in to Hotel 626'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375027139469775253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SryMc8yyj7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7r3Ll62wP-0/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8253902203402054192.post-2977576308876517750</id><published>2009-09-24T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:30:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SruNnfaCo4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/I6NiFyGd5-4/s1600-h/button%2520donation%2520train%2520jared%2520hindman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385053489036698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gKB_wl5usA/SruNnfaCo4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/I6NiFyGd5-4/s320/button%2520donation%2520train%2520jared%2520hindman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Did you know that the Black Eyed Peas are called 黑眼豆豆 in Chinese? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...so the first post :D&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my obsessive use of smileys :D&lt;br /&gt;It's just that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MMORPG&lt;/span&gt; game communication has really got to me. To get across a certain emotion, your only tool is :D :O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; *___* @_@ ...you get the point ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, my brain is crammed full of stuff to say, but I can only write out this much at 11:15p.m. Night isn't my drug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This really cool website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I've been following this website for about 2 years now, way back in Secondary One, when I was bored and the Internet was my life. Now that I think about it, it still constitutes a great part of my life, albeit not as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;large&lt;/span&gt; as it was in Sec One. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically what goes on in here is that this guy reviews movies. Not just &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;movie, but really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt; ones. Movies with a B-grade budget, but a D-grade plot. Sometimes, he does classics too (which is how I knew about "Nightmare on Elm Street", "Halloween", "Saw", "The Blair Witch Project", and yes, "Pet Shop of Horrors", which is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yaoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; for those who don't know.) If you guys don't know any of the films, you people are seriously in need of education. And who better to learn it from then &lt;strong&gt;Jared Von &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hindman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I admit that was a little biased, but hey, the world ain't fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may be asking, who the fuck is Jared Von &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hindman&lt;/span&gt;? Smells fishy. Well, that's the guy running the website we were talking about. I agree that "Von &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hindman&lt;/span&gt;" sounds a bit weird, and I doubt (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I just don't fucking buy a word of it) that his real surname is that. Von &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hindman&lt;/span&gt; is just a tad too...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gothic&lt;/span&gt; and reminds you of Count Dracula's distant cousin's brother's distant uncle's relative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does reviews of porn too, (but &lt;strong&gt;HEY I DON'T READ THEM. MOM, IF YOU'RE READING THIS NOW, I SWEAR IT'S TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;. ) but as you probably can discern right now, most of his reviews are centered around horror movies. Unless you really are in need of education, in which case, may I suggest Jared again? :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy. What can i say? I think he's really a nerd/geek at heart (who plays Dungeons and Dragons? D: &lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt;.), but somewhere along the way to adulthood, he managed to acquire some cool genes as well. He's scathingly funny, sometimes obscenely, but his unique viewpoints may never fail to make you laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sidenote&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;He paints too&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've mentioned that I've been following his website since 2007, and I've to say, he changed. His life took a better, capitalist turn, and hey man, I'm happy for him. He's (finally) getting recognised, taking on projects, earning $$$ and basically, getting his life on track. But I have to say, it was a double-edged sword. More time on his "Top Secret Non-Disclosure Agreements" shit means less time to update. So what you would actually unearth in there are all his old articles, a musty big archive of shit movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;How cool can your day get?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://headinjurytheater.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to write more, but time doesn't allow and neither does my father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Halo 3: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ODST&lt;/span&gt; got raving reviews. 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