<?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-2020031955855892725</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:13:57.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A creation of my boredom, and laziness to write with a pencil or pen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020031955855892725.post-420804992400818403</id><published>2009-11-11T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:16:08.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyed hair &lt;3 + Mr Panda's done.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I finally got my hair dyed ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I haven't actually been allowed in a sense. My mom was always alright with it, but my dad was against it, so my mom couldn't go get my hair dyed if I wanted it to be. But recently my friend dyed her hair (on Friday November 6), and she said she dyed it herself, so when I asked if she could dye my hair....well, yeah :P She could. And..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/Svtq5Eh0TnI/AAAAAAAAABU/VYse8avjv90/s1600-h/10959_176254334452_708139452_2817070_1415094_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/Svtq5Eh0TnI/AAAAAAAAABU/VYse8avjv90/s320/10959_176254334452_708139452_2817070_1415094_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yeah, my nose does look absoloutely huge in the picture, which I hate, but I couldn't convince my friend to let me try to take another one -_- And yes, that yellow on the side would be her. Because it was sorta dark (It was only like 4:50PM?) it was kinda hard to get the colour shown properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, my cameras (YES, CAMERA&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;) are out of batteries, so no picture for the completed &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Panda&lt;/strong&gt;. It was completed on the night of &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday October 27th, 2009.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I'm pretty late on it, but I haven't updated in a while and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also wanted to take a picture of the carpet dent I made. Basically when I play piano I almost always use the pedal, and so I now have this heel dent in the carpet. Yeah, it will eventually go back up, but not if I practice enough :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also like a month late (gg) but I have joined the &lt;strong&gt;Jazz Band&lt;/strong&gt; at school. I have the trombone, in which I wanted to take a picture of the first day walking home with it and how I killed my shoulders, because I always held it&amp;nbsp;by the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a &lt;strong&gt;week ago&lt;/strong&gt;, I also joined the &lt;strong&gt;Concert Band&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm still with clarinet for that, but I'm fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMmmmmmmm, I think that's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-420804992400818403?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/420804992400818403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/11/dyed-hair-3-mr-pandas-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/420804992400818403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/420804992400818403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/11/dyed-hair-3-mr-pandas-done.html' title='Dyed hair &lt;3 + Mr Panda&apos;s done.'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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/_w1n7tccWFOU/Svtq5Eh0TnI/AAAAAAAAABU/VYse8avjv90/s72-c/10959_176254334452_708139452_2817070_1415094_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020031955855892725.post-8733302984665314418</id><published>2009-10-14T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:59:11.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retardedness + WTF?</title><content type='html'>LLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL After typing in the title I hit Enter &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; Editing post, yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I just remembered I have to do something else :O I'll get back to this later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-8733302984665314418?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/8733302984665314418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/retardedness-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8733302984665314418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8733302984665314418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/retardedness-wtf.html' title='Retardedness + WTF?'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-6801616230437387830</id><published>2009-10-11T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:29:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole day in bed.</title><content type='html'>I have finally managed to do one of the things I've always wanted to do, but never had enough motivation to do so. or been allowed to do. I stayed in bed nearly all day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it wasn't like me just sitting around in bed doing nothing. The only reason I spent nearly the whole day in bed was because the PS2 was moved to my mom's room months ago. Around maybe a month ago, I started replaying a lot of my old PS2 games. THis PS2 is my second PS2 by the way. Why? Well, because one day around a year or two ago I played Kingdom Hearts 2 so much that my PS2 literally just broke down. Ever since the game itself was pretty screwed up, as it was nigh on impossible to get to the title screen, and if I&amp;nbsp;made it that far then I'd end up not being able to start a new game or load one. Now since I didn't know what other game to play after finishing like 3 games, I decided to try KH2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah, it magically worked. Ever since I've been playing it, but not as hardcore as I did today. School and such, you know. Plus, the beginning of the game IMO starts off REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY slow -_-. As much as I prefer Roxas over Sora, the prologue is just so annoying long ~_~. And just the beginning story picks up so slowly for me. Yeah, I don't really like the Disney, but hey, what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something else special about today that made me play KH2 hardcore today: I had no language lessons (=D). So usually I have half my Saturday absoloutely obliterated due to language lessons, but since I didn't&amp;nbsp; have any today, well, I didn't know what to do o.o I was pretty much like "Uh, what now? o_O". So I started playing KH2, and then I got closer and closer to the last part of the game which I remember is insanely epic. So I kept on playing and playing, and well, I'm now at the last part o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but then it was like 12:10AM, and my mom was going to sleep, so I decided to stop then xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-6801616230437387830?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/6801616230437387830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/whole-day-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6801616230437387830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6801616230437387830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/whole-day-in-bed.html' title='Whole day in bed.'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-7531394718350456763</id><published>2009-10-06T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:01:55.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty Song by</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxSjn0F-HJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxSjn0F-HJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done Jennifer ^_^ It's things like this that make me proud to know her. I can say "Yep, I've met her, I know her, and I keep in touch with her", when she becomes an asian pop star LOL. But yeah, for any reader out there, do subscribe to her channel and whatnot. For the record she never asked me to do any sort of advertising, but I do it anyways :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/CantabileJen"&gt;Jenn ^_^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-7531394718350456763?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/7531394718350456763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/poverty-song-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7531394718350456763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7531394718350456763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/poverty-song-by.html' title='Poverty Song by'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-2446117602602894426</id><published>2009-10-04T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:07:26.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Well, last night my friend asked me to bring some sort of food for Monday. Three dollar food anyways. I said I had no bring-able snack food, so she told me to go get chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in all actuallity, I wasn't planning to get it. But then I remembered I still needed to buy (the whole friggin' pack of) thread to finish Mr. Panda. So, that's what I used as an excuse to get out. I got it, looked around for chocolate, and couldn't really find anything. While I was waiting in line (which took forever I might say), I saw cookies &amp;amp; cream chocolate. Took it. Spent around $7:39. I could've gone for cheaper chocolate, but when I asked if it mattered what kind of chocolate, she said it didn't, so I jsut got the one. Expensive dollar chocolate &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, now I can continue to work on Mr. Panda. Aaaaaaaaand, I don't really know what else to say. It's SUPER tempting to eat the chocolate right now, but I've been ordered to resist the temptation Q_Q&lt;br /&gt;Night~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-2446117602602894426?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/2446117602602894426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2446117602602894426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2446117602602894426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/10/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-5491996862088299028</id><published>2009-09-30T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:20:10.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me -.-</title><content type='html'>Ok, well back in summer school (Specifically July 20th), I got my super amazing friend &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cantabilejen"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to draw me a picture so I could start doing cross-stitching (because I was insanely bored). I didn't even tell her what to draw &lt;strike&gt;since I can't think for myself,&lt;/strike&gt; and she did an amazing job. Well, she never thought it was that good of a drawing to begin with ((10:52 PM) -: well my drawing isnt that good to begin with, but if u dont know what to do with it when its finished, i wouldnt mind accepthing it =) ) but I think it's quite nice &lt;strike&gt;(even though she technically doodled off the top of her head).&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;So my goal was initially to finish it before summer school finished, but after the third day I noticed that it was innofuckingwaypossiblewhatsoever, so I didn't set any personal deadlines for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually September rolled around and halfway through September &lt;strong&gt;without even thinking about it&lt;/strong&gt; I one day just said "I want to finish it &lt;strong&gt;before October&lt;/strong&gt;". Now it's September 30th. Before I continue, please, observe this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SsQB2Iz_duI/AAAAAAAAABM/uQQuf4hSpi0/s1600-h/DSC04070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SsQB2Iz_duI/AAAAAAAAABM/uQQuf4hSpi0/s320/DSC04070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now see the two most important features about this picture. One, it is incomplete. This is because I ran out of thread. Two, there's brand new thread sitting right next to it. &lt;strike&gt;Third, Iris is a strawberry.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's so wrong about this, you ask? Well, &lt;strong&gt;the green thread I bought was slightly darker&lt;/strong&gt;. Well that was bullshit, but my fault since I compared it by eye o.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, I looked at the number of the green thread I wanted (which was in a pack). So I look at &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the numbers there on that rack &lt;strong&gt;four times over&lt;/strong&gt;, but could not find a &lt;strong&gt;621&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, so instead of spending 48 cents for a whole bunch of it, I have to spend around $&lt;strong&gt;5.70.&lt;/strong&gt; But then again I get an entire full pack, so it's not that bad. Thing is, today is &lt;strong&gt;September 30th&lt;/strong&gt;. And guess what day tomorrow is? &lt;strong&gt;That's right.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;October the effing first&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe my fault for not just buying the whole pack again so I could finish it, but still ~_~. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gg~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-5491996862088299028?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/5491996862088299028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/5491996862088299028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/5491996862088299028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me -.-'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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/_w1n7tccWFOU/SsQB2Iz_duI/AAAAAAAAABM/uQQuf4hSpi0/s72-c/DSC04070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020031955855892725.post-2658702284778663732</id><published>2009-09-24T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:09:53.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seohyun becomes a reporter for a day - allkpop.com | breaking k-pop celebrity gossip and news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shar.es/1sC9C"&gt;Seohyun becomes a reporter for a day - allkpop.com | breaking k-pop celebrity gossip and news!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seohyun is just too lovable &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-2658702284778663732?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/2658702284778663732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/seohyun-becomes-reporter-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2658702284778663732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2658702284778663732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/seohyun-becomes-reporter-for-day.html' title='Seohyun becomes a reporter for a day - allkpop.com | breaking k-pop celebrity gossip and news!'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-8325399217696282985</id><published>2009-09-23T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:22:17.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates pt 2~</title><content type='html'>Now I remembered at least 2 things I was going to say in the last post that I forgot. Let's hope I remember what the second one is after I'm done with the first one xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....SHIT, memory lapse -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been a &lt;strong&gt;breeze. &lt;/strong&gt;Seriously, I never thought it would be THIS easy. At least, for now anyways. Out of all my subjects, Math is the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; textbook subject I have. In Religion we haven't gotten our textbooks yet. I don't think we ever really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music class,&lt;/strong&gt; is becoming what I was thinking it to be. It's still pretty annoying with the theory taking up like, 1/4 of class time- Wait no, more like half the class. Or maybe that's just because I know it all off by heart that I'm being annoyed. The class itself constantly reminds me why I took grade 9 music instead of going straight to 10. I now have a favourite niner :D. It still somewhat bugs me that she sits behind (and therefore above) me ~_~. Anywho, I'm stuck with a &lt;strong&gt;clarinet&lt;/strong&gt;. Personally I've actually wanted to play a &lt;strong&gt;saxophone&lt;/strong&gt;, but I forgot about it, and chose a clarinet instead. Why clarinet? Well, just because last year a &lt;strike&gt;crazy Hong Kong girl&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fob &lt;/strong&gt;played it last year. I had no idea what to pick, so I just picked that. Yeah, I'm so &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Construction&lt;/strong&gt;, is still boring as shit ._. Well, we're almost done learning about all the machines, and then we're all going to start brainstorming for projects to do as a class and for our culminating. Now for my culminating I was wondering what to do for a loooooooooooooooooong time, so I asked lots of people what I should do. Nearly all of them said "&lt;strong&gt;I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;" ._. What did my friend Kevin (mentioned in older posts) say? &lt;strong&gt;Build a Roman Empire.&lt;/strong&gt; Well my answer to that? &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt; I just didn't want to do one. Plus the teacher would probably say I would graduate in 10 years if I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I decide to do? Well, first I asked my music teacher if it was possible to make a clarinet out of wood. He told me it was possible, but then it seemed &lt;strike&gt;a&amp;nbsp;little&lt;/strike&gt; too complex, so he suggested a flute or recorder might be a&amp;nbsp;better idea. When I asked my construction teacher today about it, he said &lt;strong&gt;I'd graduate in 5 years&lt;/strong&gt; if I wanted to make a clarinet for my culminating. So then after some discussion we came to the conclusion of making a &lt;strong&gt;flute&lt;/strong&gt; for my culminating. Now that's going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally&lt;/strong&gt; (did I really just remember all of it? o_O), I am &lt;strong&gt;starting to lose interest in the Internet&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, gasp away readers.&amp;nbsp;I seriously just don't know what to do anymore, and have shifted more back onto &lt;strong&gt;piano &lt;/strong&gt;(and finishing Mr. Panda of course). For the better, you could argue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-8325399217696282985?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/8325399217696282985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8325399217696282985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8325399217696282985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-pt-2.html' title='Updates pt 2~'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-6165741538325940036</id><published>2009-09-21T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:16:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I haven't updated on regular things for the longest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, as you can see from my Twitter on the left, I had a&lt;strong&gt; rage against buses&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? Well I was over at my friend's house since she was teaching me Korean. My mom was busy that day and couldn't pick me up, so I said I'll take the bus. So when I just have to cross the road to the bus stop, the bus rolls up right next to me. So&amp;nbsp;when the&amp;nbsp;traffic light changes and we can proceed forward, the bus obviously reached the stop before I did. Then I was like &lt;strong&gt;"Oh shit&lt;/strong&gt;, I might miss that!"&amp;nbsp;So I started to run. The &lt;strong&gt;INSTANT&lt;/strong&gt; I reached the &lt;strong&gt;very back &lt;/strong&gt;of the bus, &lt;strong&gt;it left.&lt;/strong&gt; So yeah I raged beyond raged and &lt;strong&gt;dropped the F-bomb in front of an elderly man&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah, then it took an &lt;strong&gt;hour&lt;/strong&gt; to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaand I forgot all the other things I was going to say ~_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-6165741538325940036?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/6165741538325940036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6165741538325940036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6165741538325940036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-668404164155713729</id><published>2009-09-18T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:23:24.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a camera.</title><content type='html'>And I know there's one lying around somewhere. I remember when we were cleaning out this room we found a camera in here that no one used.&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to make a whole bunch of posts, but I wanted a picture to accompany it (picture of the actual thing), but I couldn't get a picture of it, so then later I forgot what I was going to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-668404164155713729?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/668404164155713729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/668404164155713729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/668404164155713729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-camera.html' title='I need a camera.'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-1841990700978936756</id><published>2009-09-15T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:44:37.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the archives go? o_o</title><content type='html'>No seriously, I was just looking at my blog and I noticed that the archives have DISAPPEARED.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, when or why. Only thing I know is that I want them back D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-1841990700978936756?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/1841990700978936756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-archives-go-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1841990700978936756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1841990700978936756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-archives-go-oo.html' title='Where did the archives go? o_o'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-1460377030985052357</id><published>2009-09-14T20:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:55:50.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished drama + Welcome back Jpop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/Sq7c6eEXBhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G-_8AUw5_Ak/s1600-h/bof3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381481501816194578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/Sq7c6eEXBhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G-_8AUw5_Ak/s320/bof3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finished &lt;strong&gt;Boys Over Flowers (Korean Ver.)&lt;/strong&gt; a few days ago. I believe it was Friday night. Well, actually Saturday morning. After going so far into the series and not seeing the scene of &lt;strong&gt;おわりましょう、　どみょうじ。&lt;/strong&gt; I thought that wasn't going to be in the Korean version, afterall, there are differences throughout the versions. Well, I was wrong, and it happened in a way I didn't see coming. Then again, that was supposed to happen. I thought that scene was supposed to be somewhere along the middle of the drama. Shoving it near the end was shocking to me. I didn't know the ending yet, so when it was the last few episodes happened I thought a completely different ending was going to happen than what actually did. Until she &lt;strike&gt;jumped&lt;/strike&gt; drowned herself. Then the ending become pretty obvious. Well, that pretty much was the ending anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it being an amazing drama, I have &lt;strong&gt;one very large bone to pick&lt;/strong&gt;. Not based on the drama, on my DVDs. In the last few episodes, &lt;strong&gt;my subtitles turned into Chinglish(!). &lt;/strong&gt;It was no longer &lt;strong&gt;Geum Jan Di&lt;/strong&gt;, it became&lt;strong&gt; Kim Si Cao,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gu Jun Pyo&lt;/strong&gt; turned into a &lt;strong&gt;Ju Jungbiao. &lt;/strong&gt;And so on, etc. etc. I just said it was an amazing drama, and my &lt;strong&gt;now-readdiction to Jpop &lt;/strong&gt;makes me want to watch &lt;strong&gt;花　より　団子。&lt;/strong&gt; I know anyone reading probably can't read that, so that would be &lt;strong&gt;Hana Yori Dango.&lt;/strong&gt; Which, of course, is the Japanese version of Boys Over Flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/Sq7kwGHsriI/AAAAAAAAABE/T_ShOp_B9u0/s1600-h/namie-amuro-pic-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381490119682076194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/Sq7kwGHsriI/AAAAAAAAABE/T_ShOp_B9u0/s320/namie-amuro-pic-0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;strong&gt;re-addicted to Jpop&lt;/strong&gt; suddenly because I just found a YouTube channel dedicated to Jpop (and 2 other dedicated to Kpop and Cpop) and then it felt good to re-discover Jpop after being addicted to Kpop only. The first thing there that caught my mind was &lt;strong&gt;Girl Talk by Namie Amuro. &lt;/strong&gt;I google'd some pictures of her + keywords "girl talk", but I didn't like the picture, hence why it's just a random Namie picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-1460377030985052357?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/1460377030985052357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/finished-drama-welcome-back-jpop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1460377030985052357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1460377030985052357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/finished-drama-welcome-back-jpop.html' title='Finished drama + Welcome back Jpop'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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/_w1n7tccWFOU/Sq7c6eEXBhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G-_8AUw5_Ak/s72-c/bof3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020031955855892725.post-6451483763054134511</id><published>2009-09-09T19:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:47:25.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>090909</title><content type='html'>Oh, how did I forget about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Wednesday September 9th, 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing important, just thought I should get this date down on my blog :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-6451483763054134511?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/6451483763054134511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6451483763054134511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6451483763054134511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='090909'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-6492347168420451597</id><published>2009-09-08T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:25:09.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school!</title><content type='html'>Well, it definately wasn't exactly what I expected. I have some of the things I wanted for this year, and also one or two things I wanted for this grade previous grade, but now I don't want it. Or do I? o_O I think actually it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night my friend wanted to meet up with me in the cafeteria, and said she'd be there at like 8:10. So I got to school around 8:00, and quickly checked my homeroom. I just saw the teacher who it was and almost pulled off a "Fighting!". It was my favourite teacher ever. He's a math teacher. But yeah, after that, I went to go wait by the front doors for my friend to arrive. I waited all the way until the bell rang. Well, that didn't work out. Math class doesn't seem like it'll be nearly as interesting as last year, but considering the teacher, it'll still be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;"Any questions, comments or rude remarks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list was Religion. Well, the teacher is nice and all, even though I never heard of him. Thing is though. I have like, no friends in that class ._. Not one of them is someone I'd regularily talk to. Well there is one, but she's in the middle of 2 other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is supposed to be next. Gotta love 3A lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is grade 9 music! Now, I've already finished my grade 8 piano exam, and grade 2 piano theory exam, and passed both. I'm waiting for my certificate so I can earn a grade 12 music credit. Only reason I"m taking grade 9 music is just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I have CONSTRUCTION TECH! I've been looking forward to this for the longest time ever. No paperwork and all woodwork? Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I have a no-homework semester in front of me~&lt;br /&gt;Math, the teacher teaches a short lesson, and the rest of the period is just finishing the homework. Religion, OK, I might get homework there. Music! Sure for the theory they'll put some stuff in our faces for homework at the beginning, but once that's done with, I see no boring homework at all. Construction, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there's social stuff as well, but I try to avoid that as much as possible on this blog. I may do those things on another blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-6492347168420451597?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/6492347168420451597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6492347168420451597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6492347168420451597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school!'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-7903670425045136053</id><published>2009-09-08T07:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:44:37.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School's about to start, and 30th post.</title><content type='html'>Wooo! My 30th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's 7:43AM right now, and I"m off to leave for school soon. I just have to wait for my brother and mom to get ready first, then I'll be off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-7903670425045136053?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/7903670425045136053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-about-to-start-and-30th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7903670425045136053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7903670425045136053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-about-to-start-and-30th-post.html' title='School&apos;s about to start, and 30th post.'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-3919015980065440223</id><published>2009-09-07T22:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:09:59.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle between 4minute and f(x)! - allkpop.com | breaking k-pop celebrity gossip and news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://shar.es/1aN9t&gt;The Battle between 4minute and f(x)! - allkpop.com | breaking k-pop celebrity gossip and news!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-3919015980065440223?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/3919015980065440223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-between-4minute-and-fx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3919015980065440223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3919015980065440223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-between-4minute-and-fx.html' title='The Battle between 4minute and f(x)! - allkpop.com | breaking k-pop celebrity gossip and news!'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-607909943522551881</id><published>2009-09-06T23:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:58:50.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait what? o_o</title><content type='html'>Just the other day, I forgot with who, but he asked when school was starting and then I was like "...In three days". &lt;strong&gt;WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 2 days until school, but it's 11:36PM, so I wouldn't say in 2 days. ONE day. &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. You have no idea how shocking that is to me. Sure I've been looking forward to school and all, but why &lt;strong&gt;NOW &lt;/strong&gt;when I just become re-addicted to Korean dramas? This happens every year ._. Bored all summer long, just before school starts something insanely awesome happens that I can do and not be bored. Oh well, I saw it coming xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, today my mom wanted to go out places, since we never really went anywhere all summer. Got ready, grabbed the camera (which was hardly even used), and went. We went to some park first, but didn't stay there for long kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch we went to this all-you-can-eat sushi! Where you order the food! ....And get charged $0.79 per every piece of leftovers!....Wait, that's a bad thing. Well, you see, we enjoyed ourselves for a while, but then I wasn't full, but I was effing SICK of it. My body has some sort of &lt;strong&gt;sushi limit&lt;/strong&gt; to it, where for some reason I can only consume a certain amount of sushi and/or sashimi. In simpler terms you could just say that I can't stand eating too much. It makes me feel seasick (ironically?).&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, because it's not like my mom or brother could eat that much more...there was kinda a lot of leftovers. What to do, what to do... the same thing as last time I was at a sushi place and we couldn't finish the food! Hide it. Before it was because someone had a plastic bag where we put the food and it was dumped into the washroom, but since this time was a little more inconvinient, it was hid inside tissues, and then put &lt;strong&gt;into my mom's purse&lt;/strong&gt; to be thrown out later. We ate as much as we could, and for some stuff, we just broke it up in a way so it wouldn't be considered leftovers. In the end it was somewhere around the 2 dollar mark for the extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to Vaughn Mills (sp?)! Got 2 shirts, and a jacket. I still want a jean jacket though ~_~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, soon school is going to officially start in a day, in 6 minutes, so I will continue to stay on here and write whatever comes to mind while I wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still addicted to &lt;strong&gt;LA chA TA by f(x).&lt;/strong&gt; Usually when I get on the computer and put on music, I just play my playlist on shuffle. Now I either open Windows Media Player or Winamp and open LA chA TA, put it on repeat, and voila. There IS this other song I would be listening along with it, but I can't find a download link for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fATAVdNDEN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fATAVdNDEN4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is 12:00AM, and so, it is now one day until school starts ):) Yes, a double face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-607909943522551881?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/607909943522551881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/wait-what-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/607909943522551881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/607909943522551881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/wait-what-oo.html' title='Wait what? o_o'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-6539469239682977924</id><published>2009-09-05T00:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:08:21.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The inevitables has happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, inevitables. Not inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have found something to do JUST before school started and I now wish summer was longer.&lt;br /&gt;2) THe thing that I found was a wonderful thing called Korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day my friend just asks me if I watched a Korean drama called&lt;strong&gt; Take Care of my Lady&lt;/strong&gt;. There's like, 5 variations of the title, so I'm sticking to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...since I had nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SqHs-Bd-ijI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o8KDSktfNMI/s1600-h/My-Fair-Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377839980347296306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SqHs-Bd-ijI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o8KDSktfNMI/s320/My-Fair-Lady.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to watch it. It's quite entertaining, but I'm quite annoyed at the fact that for once I have to wait for new episodes ~_~ I'm used to watching Korean dramas having all the episodes in front of me so that I can basically watch non-stop. You must be thinking "If it's only one drama that you still have to wait for episodes to come out, how is that making you want to wait for summer to last longer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, I was actually about to watch Goong, since I've heard it's an amazing drama, but just yesterday a family friend came over and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SqHuRj_IplI/AAAAAAAAAAk/23Wd5rzsBG4/s1600-h/boys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377841415542318674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SqHuRj_IplI/AAAAAAAAAAk/23Wd5rzsBG4/s320/boys1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS happened. Yes, I have not only fallen into the Korean drama boat, but I have fallen into its subquarters of &lt;strong&gt;Boys Over Flowers. &lt;/strong&gt;Only thing is, is that during my Japanese lessons at one point the teacher used a scene from &lt;strong&gt;Hana Yori Dango (II?)&lt;/strong&gt; and so, I somewhat already know what's going to happen. I'm not sure to which character I'm supposed to match that up with in the Korean version, but I can see it coming. &lt;strong&gt;おわりみしょう、　どみょうじ&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I already see that coming. Oh, and the guy on the very right is my favourite so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SqHv-DK8FYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/syjda8H9GuM/s1600-h/20090904_fx_572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377843279339197826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1n7tccWFOU/SqHv-DK8FYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/syjda8H9GuM/s320/20090904_fx_572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's nearly 1:00AM, and for the past hour (actually day), I've been addicted to SME's new girl group &lt;strong&gt;f(x)'s song, LA chA TA&lt;/strong&gt;. I think there was one part in the song where they tell you to set it on to repeat. Well, I've listened. I'm utterly addicted to the song at the moment. At first I wasn't such a big fan of it because I wasn't really paying attention to the song, but once I watched a subbed version of the MV, I actually paid attention to the song and found out how addicting it really was. Who's my favourite at the moment? Well, at first I would say &lt;strong&gt;Amber&lt;/strong&gt;, since she's Chinese, and I just like the name Amber but.... I'm all for &lt;strong&gt;Krystal. &lt;/strong&gt;She's &lt;strong&gt;SNSD's Jessica's younger sister&lt;/strong&gt;, how could I resist that? ANd trying to remove all the bias, Krystal just looks the best out of all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTWJS7ioBE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTWJS7ioBE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/2020031955855892725-6539469239682977924?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/6539469239682977924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/inevitables-has-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6539469239682977924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6539469239682977924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/inevitables-has-happened.html' title='The inevitables has happened'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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/_w1n7tccWFOU/SqHs-Bd-ijI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o8KDSktfNMI/s72-c/My-Fair-Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020031955855892725.post-2500871012716670955</id><published>2009-09-02T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:28:54.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy September!</title><content type='html'>Though I'm a bit late on it actually, since it's September 2nd now (12:23AM!)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's all ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi~ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YeNGT2u6ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YeNGT2u6ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-2500871012716670955?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/2500871012716670955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2500871012716670955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2500871012716670955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-september.html' title='Happy September!'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-4854333558760489703</id><published>2009-08-31T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:06:30.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>Are not only insects, but people too, if you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I went around Facebook and it's honestly amazing to see how many of my friends are pure social butterflies and probably have all the connections I'd ever want. How many did I find? One. How recent? 5 minutes ago kind of recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at one of those pictures on Facebook like those boxes that say various things about how you feel about your friends and you tag them there. Well...aside from the friend who was tagged, I noticed another name looked familiar. Hell if you didn't know it was actually someone I knew. I noticed a trend in it earlier, but never knew how big the connections could be. When you go to school and you see all these people, 90% of them you don't even talk to the ones in your grade, you still think you have a lot of connections. With this, I finally understand the concept of having lots of connections my mom always wanted me to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to a friend's profile, and click on a name to someone I think has connections. Well I'll be damned. That one social butterfly honestly does have lots of connections and stuff. Now I know how she has like 12 conversations when she first gets on MSN and how it cools down to a number of 4. Having 4 conversations going at once is a huge challenge for me. No wonder I didn't stand a chance. I just don't know how to properly make myself stand out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strike&gt;was forced&lt;/strike&gt; went out to go buy &lt;strong&gt;shoes&lt;/strong&gt;! Wait what? &lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;to go out and buy &lt;strong&gt;shoes? &lt;/strong&gt;Ok not that surprising I guess, considering I'm a 15-year old guy, but then again, I'm not typical. Or maybe I am, but whatever. On with the story. I went out to get one pair, but since there was a (clearance?) sale, I ended up with amazing number of &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was a trip to &lt;strong&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/strong&gt; for school supplies! Well, I still have good strong erasers, and my pencils will all come from &lt;strong&gt;Animal World&lt;/strong&gt; (LOL). I want to try a new style this year, so instead of just pure binders, I'll be taking my notes in &lt;strong&gt;notebooks&lt;/strong&gt;, and all the hand-outs and work-t0-be-handed-in will be in the binder. All other work will be in the notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I just wanted to try notebook exclusive since it was just &lt;strong&gt;so asian&lt;/strong&gt; (Seriously!), but then my mom found it so impractical that I had to make up reasons on the spot and then actually came to a decent solution. Initially though, I wanted to go notebook style because of this &lt;strike&gt;absoloutely insane, crazy and unpredictable&lt;/strike&gt; Hong Kong girl, but aside from that during summer school this other &lt;strike&gt;absoloutely insane, crazy and unpredictable&lt;/strike&gt; Hong Kong girl who sat beside me during summer school had a ringed notebook and even my &lt;strong&gt;Chinese teacher&lt;/strong&gt; had a ringed one. Honestly, they just seem so stylish xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've been listening to the Japanese version of &lt;strong&gt;Bolero&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;DBSK&lt;/strong&gt; for the past hour&lt;strong&gt;s.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, not one, several.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-4854333558760489703?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/4854333558760489703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/4854333558760489703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/4854333558760489703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-7530351768460836214</id><published>2009-08-29T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:21:55.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do...</title><content type='html'>Gamby has left today, and voila. The money has come in, as you can see from my Twitter over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I knew what to do with it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-7530351768460836214?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/7530351768460836214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7530351768460836214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7530351768460836214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do...'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-3685192009788236509</id><published>2009-08-26T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:23:15.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1:22AM</title><content type='html'>Is the time right now, and I from a recent event, I must say. After all is said and done, the only words I have for the situation is gg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-3685192009788236509?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/3685192009788236509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/122am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3685192009788236509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3685192009788236509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/122am.html' title='1:22AM'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-8604106021797134305</id><published>2009-08-25T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:02:50.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk walk walk ~~~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>What a day ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I woke up early today (at 10:33AM). Well earlier than it has been for the past while. So I wake up, take a shower, and get down here on the computer (reading &lt;strong&gt;Miss Pinc's&lt;/strong&gt; blog :o). Soon later (like, literally soon soon o_o), Gamby looks at the door, barks and runs to it and &lt;strong&gt;rebounds&lt;/strong&gt; off it. So I was like "Who the hell could that be? I doubt it's them, and probably just some solicitor, but let's check anyways." And there I hear the &lt;strong&gt;unmistakable&lt;/strong&gt; Vivian giggle/laugh, and then telling the only other person that it could be to cover the doorhole (-_____-). So then instead of opening right away, I said first "You guys fail at that", which I got a reply of "Aw he heard" xD. So I open the door, and then said "Come in :D". First sorta playing around with Gamby, which we found out he clearly likes Vivian the best out of all of us. So then they told me that we were going to leave soon. So I get ready and all that jazz, and then WE LEAVE AT EFFING 12 &gt;_&gt; (so like 30 minutes late? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whee, new Bleach episode. Pauses on writing to watch it :o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lame episode is lame. Next episode seems promising though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO, on with the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we leave at 12 to go to Square One (and I gave them free bus tickets T_T), and I &lt;strong&gt;insisted&lt;/strong&gt; we walk, but &lt;strong&gt;nooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt; we have to take the bus. So after waiting for a while I had to rub in several times "See, I told you we should've walked." Well, the wait wasn't that long to be honest, but if we walked, we still would've made it at the same time. &lt;strong&gt;Waste&lt;/strong&gt; of bus tickets I say ._. ANYWHO, then we went on the epic adventure. Kevin was applying at a lot of places for a job (and knows that if he gets one he has to start treating us :&gt;) while at Zeller's (was it?) we tried to &lt;strong&gt;fit me&lt;/strong&gt; into a &lt;strong&gt;luggage&lt;/strong&gt; just for the sake of seeing if I would fit while we waited for Kevin to fill in the application form, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lunch time!&lt;/strong&gt; (Which was around 1:30-ish I think?) We went to McDonalds (IW: Mickey D's?) and I once more &lt;strong&gt;did not buy my own food. &lt;/strong&gt;That sounds bad at first and all, but &lt;strong&gt;I gave some money to buy food &lt;/strong&gt;(I keep making the typo of food -&gt; good xD). I gave 20 bucks to be exact (with, 10 dollars and 81 cents change of course :&gt;). I ended up with a Chicken (Snack?) Wrap, which wasn't all that bad actually. At some point of lunch though, we started talking about the Fillet-o-fish thingy they sell there too*. Apparently it's an old-lady sort of food? I said it was good though**, and then I was prompted to buy one so they could try it, but I didn't want to order one, so I just said I didn't want to waste my money xD (Which is half the truth I guess?) But that's basically lunch time. It was around 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vivian says she's never eaten it and apparently has just seen that old ladies seem to like it. Kevin says it's bad. A Korean-American citizen says it's bad ._.&lt;br /&gt;** Yes, I have eaten one before, and when I was &lt;strike&gt;interrogated&lt;/strike&gt; asked about why I ate one, I think it was because one time my family went there at a late hour and we didn't know what to get, so my mom was like "Why not just try that?" SO that's how I got to know it xD [Side note: Woo, I remember enough html to do strikes now!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  After lunch!&lt;/strong&gt; "RUN, IT'S A TARP" (Trap is purposely mispelled for the humour. I won't say that in future posts &gt;_&gt;) Basically it was like "Oh let's buy these [can't remember the name of the candy]". So then I'm all "Pssh, no, I'm not wasting my money on that." If I had three seconds to think about what the response was going to be, I would've figured it out. "&lt;strong&gt;Tsk tsk, &lt;/strong&gt;it's practice for your &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;". Well, I don't have one, but I'm supposed to go on a date sorta thing soon? Anywho, it was in my right mind not to spend any money on it. The candy...Ok, let me clarify what it was like. It was like, one of those Twizzler thingies, except all smooth. Liqcuorice stick? I don't know. Anywho, it was HARD. Harder than I expected. So when Vivian bit into it, and said it was too hard, I was like "Nah, can't be THAT bad." I bit into it and regret ever thinking that &gt;_&gt; Never knew it could turn out so hard x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Missioning!&lt;/strong&gt; At least that's how I think you spell it. It was the most amazing thing ever. I forgot which number bus we took, but it takes a &lt;strong&gt;full 2 hours&lt;/strong&gt; for it to make a full cycle. So, we got into that bus from the starting point, and went "There and Back Again". It was fondly nicknamed as $3.00 Therapy for as long as you'd like! Well, it's a whole new experience anyways xD. I &lt;strong&gt;wanted&lt;/strong&gt; to take a picture of the bus from the inside &lt;strong&gt;for the blog&lt;/strong&gt;, but neither of them could send it to the comp or something like that. OH right, the bus was also &lt;strong&gt;not very populated&lt;/strong&gt;. At one point we even had the entire bus to &lt;strong&gt;ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;. That's the only way it'll work. Crowded buses are a big no no. Speaking of the actual ride, it was &lt;strong&gt;torture&lt;/strong&gt;. At first I felt too cold from the air conditioning which would make me feel ill (mostly like throwing up eventually), and I had to move around a lot to avoid it, and oddly press myself against the window to keep warm. Once I was OK enough from it, the bus ride just started to get a little bumpy, so I get a &lt;strong&gt;headache&lt;/strong&gt;. x_x Well, it was fun all the more :P When we got off the bus, my legs felt like jelly x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming back!&lt;/strong&gt; Well, so the plan apparently was that after the missioning we'd walk back to my place, but Vivian was just plain out &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;. So...we (or maybe just me?) decided that it would be best if we just brought her home first. However...somehow the topic of &lt;strong&gt;popsicles (!)&lt;/strong&gt; came up and....ended up coming to my place anyways! In front of it anywho. It was like:&lt;br /&gt;"We're staying there for 20 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;"No, 10"&lt;br /&gt;"15"&lt;br /&gt;"'Kay"&lt;br /&gt;You can guess who was who.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they &lt;strike&gt;the litterers&lt;/strike&gt; ate the (for some reason) all orange popsicles, and lost &lt;strong&gt;both &lt;/strong&gt;of their second side of it (it was one of those double popsicles that you're actually supposed to share &gt;_&gt;). Or maybe I should say accidently flung. But it wasn't ALL that bad &gt;_&gt; At least the sticks weren't left sitting around. I'd be in so much trouble if that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Second&lt;/strike&gt; Third last journey&lt;/strong&gt;! We start walking Vivian home! ....And I don't remember it being that long ._. Or maybe it was just because I was hot, and my legs were pretty damn tired by then too. At one point we stopped under the shade, in which I just went down onto the grass completely. I didn't want to stand. (DBSK/TVXQ syndrome? Kidding :P) So, on the way, Kevin was actually just planning to go halfway, so I was going to be with her for the other half, but then since he had more resumes...TO THE RABBA NEAR HER! So that meant more than halfway. It was like 3/4 of the way. Or maybe it was 3.5/4. Anywho, we departed at that point, I accompanied him to Rabba, then we started walking home. "Hmm, I still have 3 left...WHY NOT USE THEM?" ._. Well I was up to it since I enjoy walking, but in the end, I sorta regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second last journey~!&lt;/strong&gt; On the way to the remaining stores to apply to x_x. When he applied at Shoppers I was insanely glad for the prescence of chairs. Even though my legs felt like they were somewhat standing since they still touched the ground. SO I tried to stretch them out as much as possible to relax them. At this point now (12:56AM) my legs still feel a little fatigued. I need to go sleep soon to recover them xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last journey! &lt;/strong&gt;Going home! Huazzah ._. At this point, I was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; hungry that I started to feel like throwing up, AND my stomach hurt. Geez. It was pretty intense :P Anywho, there's not much to say about this. I got home, &lt;strong&gt;and I devoured everything I could.&lt;/strong&gt; It went from corn sitting on a plate, to heating up a sausage, eating salad while waiting, eating the sausage, and then eating a slice of asian cake. I would've eaten a &lt;strong&gt;ton&lt;/strong&gt; more, but I had to go to this St. John Youth Leadership orientation, which I'll say now &lt;strong&gt;was boring beyond boring&lt;/strong&gt;. ._. After going to the orientation, the only motivation I have to even go is so that it'll look good on my resume when I make one. That's my ONLY reason to do this now ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I returned from that indirect sleep spell&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't feel hungry, and therefore, somewhat skipped dinner I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now...&lt;/strong&gt; it is 1:02AM ._. I need to go check if I still have a date, then I"m off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-8604106021797134305?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/8604106021797134305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-walk-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8604106021797134305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8604106021797134305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-walk-walk.html' title='Walk walk walk ~~~~~~~~'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-5507456276442306993</id><published>2009-08-21T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:25:51.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake</title><content type='html'>Is definately not the answer this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night there was a basket of laundry to fold, so I was pretty much "Eh, I'll do it later &gt;_&lt;". So it was sitting there and then SOMEONE begs me to play Starcraft, so I play. Longest games ever. Nearly a 2-hour long 1vs1vs1, then around another hour spent watching the replay at x2 speed. After the match first, I was like "OH SHIT THE LAUNDRY". So I started folding. When we finished watching the replay, it was &lt;strong&gt;3 effing AM&lt;/strong&gt;. And I still had around &lt;strong&gt;half the basket to go.&lt;/strong&gt; Gee, it wasn't fun x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is it possible to forget it twice?"&lt;br /&gt;Very possible. Very veeeeeeery possible &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I suddenly feel like googling for blog layouts, so I'll do that now, and update this post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-5507456276442306993?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/5507456276442306993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/cupcake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/5507456276442306993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/5507456276442306993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/cupcake.html' title='Cupcake'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-177793615687710981</id><published>2009-08-20T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:18:19.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap D;</title><content type='html'>So in my Favourites there is the Blogger Dashboard, so I went there planning to make a post. Well, it said I wasn't signed it, and it already filled in the e-mail address for me, so I was like "Oh alright". I sign in and it said that &lt;strong&gt;I didn't have a blog.&lt;/strong&gt; So I was pretty much going "A;SKJAN;SDJK WHAT IS THIS?" 'Cos I put (sorta) a lot into my blog, and if it disappeared just like that, I'd pretty much get pissed. Well, then under the huge blue button that said "Start your own blog!" Or something like that, I saw the fine print saying something along the lines of "I can't find my blog in my dashboard!" So I clicked on it and it told me about how I probably signed in with the wrong google account. I tried another potential accoutn and hey, it worked o_o. Haha, who knew I had 2 Google accounts? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, on to what I originally intended to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone at the moment, so I decided to try &lt;strong&gt;singing!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I actually did. Well, after doing it for a bit, I just figured it wasn't really my thing, since I just can't really get into it. Or maybe I"m just not trying hard enough/don't have enough motivation. Whatever, point is, I'm not going to be singing for a loooooooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also today I tried learning the jazz version of &lt;strong&gt;Gee&lt;/strong&gt; by ear! I don't think I even need to tell you how it went. I failed. &lt;strong&gt;Miserably&lt;/strong&gt;. I couldn't even find the first note. At least, I think I didn't find it. Even so, I couldn't get to the second note &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL. &lt;/strong&gt;I couldn't make out the melody at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found someone on YouTube the other day &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCpXT4kfWFQ"&gt;who played his own jazz version of Gee&lt;/a&gt;, and I was simply AMAZED by it. Well, the other day I was trying to get the Gee version SNSD performed (halfway), but hey, this was awesome too. So I wanted to try and get it. Then my friend told me one of the simplest answers; "Why don't you just ask the person for sheet music?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Seriously why didn't I think of that? o_O But then she teased me by saying "I hope they learned it by ear, LOL", and well, I think the person did ._. Lots of those amazing pieces of piano I find on YouTube are learned by ear. Jeez ;-;. And well, today after failing to learn SNSD's version by ear, I sent a message to the person asking if he had sheet music. Wish me luck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-177793615687710981?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/177793615687710981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-crap-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/177793615687710981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/177793615687710981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-crap-d.html' title='Holy crap D;'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-1670494947240303274</id><published>2009-08-16T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:52:37.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunrawr &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;ooooooooooooooooooo&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was completely necessary. Why? Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'M EFFING BORED ;-;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been sleeping EXTRA and I still feel extremely tired ._.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a feeling I won't be meeting Eunrawr ._.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why don't I think I'll be meeting Eunrawr anytime soon? Well, each and every time I tried to, it failed &gt;_&gt; First time was summer school, and well, I never did see her ._. Then I find out how she wasn't even there anymore, so at one point she might've come AFTER school finished (like end of the day), but uh, in the end she didn't even decide to &gt;_&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;...Have I ever even mentioned Eunrawr on my blog before? o-o I don't think so o_o If I did, then I definately didn't refer to her as Eunrawr &gt;_&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But main point being, I want Eunrawr ._. Not in that way (I guess), but still &gt;_&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other words, my asianpopstar might be gg at this point which I refuse to take at the moment. It's gg only when your command center is destroyed. ...Why the hell am I making Starcraft analogies...That's like Klazart's "Roses are zergling blood, violets are dragoon blood". Ok, away from Starcraft now. Shouldn't be talking about that in my blog, now should I &gt;_&gt; (All Starcraft references are to be blamed on InWoo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the fact with my asianpopstar might not turn out too well, there's Eunrawr? Well, on the other hand, if things DO turn out well, I'll still want to meet EUnrawr &gt;_&gt; I've actually wanted to meet her for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-1670494947240303274?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/1670494947240303274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/eunrawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1670494947240303274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1670494947240303274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/eunrawr.html' title='Eunrawr &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-7870378428348101909</id><published>2009-08-13T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:39:51.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby</title><content type='html'>Man I love that song ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously just the fact that I put that up, you should already understand the point of this post. You were probably wrong though, so gg :P Anywho, I'm bored. Bored beyond bored ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start working on my cross-stitching (and hell I was doing some when I woke up) BUT I LOST MY SCISSORS. Oh well, I never did like that pair of scissors anyways &gt;.&gt; It got messed up and when you closed them the tips wouldn't close properly and you'd have to manually push them together. Well, I'll have to steal a pair of scissors from somewhere else in the house &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaand, I just yawned, wiped my eyes and accidently smudged my glasses like that. Sigh ._. Well, I'm pretty tired anyways, so I'm off to work on that cross-stitching. I'm working on the whites of the eyes now which is (surprisingly) a total bitch to do x_x I got the left (well, the panda's right) eye done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-7870378428348101909?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/7870378428348101909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/gee-gee-gee-gee-baby-baby-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7870378428348101909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/7870378428348101909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/gee-gee-gee-gee-baby-baby-baby.html' title='Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-3768752282828532330</id><published>2009-08-12T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:22:19.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have too much time on my hands :D</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why the hell do I keep staying up so late? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, update on the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hangout has once more, been postponed. Now anyone with the knowabout would say I'm being avoided &gt;.&gt; But I know she's an honest girl and stuff, so I know she's not purposely avoiding me. (Afterall, she did forget about the hangout to begin with &gt;.&gt;) Anywho, it got postponed for (can you believe it?) 2 EFFING WEEKS ._.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I kinda have to wait for like, the end of August basically. But y'know what? That actually makes things more convinient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jeez, I started this at like maybe 1:00. Now it's 1:42. I BLAME YOU JOHN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, here's the backstory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jeez, now it's 1:57. ALL YOUR FAULT JOHN &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anywho, I wanted to resume cross-stitching for a looooooong while, but  never found an artist to draw me a picture. And so summer school came along and I found it as a chance to resume! Who knows, any of the people sitting around me could be aristically talented ;D YEAH WELL, GG. They weren't &gt;.&gt; But then there was the girl who sat in the middle of the class! Who had amazing looks, voice, talent, and well, a more common name, but that's not as important :) SO I was thinking. "Maybe she can draw..." SO I asked her on MSN, and she gave me suggestions to how I could do it myself. Well, even though I never thought of them, but I already knew beforehand that it just HAD to be drawn.&lt;br /&gt;  So on Mondy, I presented her with the grid, and asked her to draw whatever she felt like. Well, as we all know, that's sorta hard. She kindly requested if she was permitted to do it tomorrow and I told her whenever she can. ...Well, she finished it by the end of the day anyways o_o Say hello to Mr. Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On the third day of working on it, I asked her if she wanted it when it was completed. She said no, I clearly heard, and understood. I wasn't to be beaten though! So on MSN I asked her to confirm that she said she didn't want it when it was done, just so I could end up giving it to her. She said "right o.o" and so then I explained saying that I didn't know what to do with it once it was finished, and that giving it was also a compliment and thanks to the artist who did it. Well, she didn't really care about the second part, but she said that if I didn't know what to do with it once I was done, she'd gladly take it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, I noticed at some point, by the end of summer school it wouldn't be finished. Luckily my friend had arranged that hangout. Well, uh, that hangout was perfect for giving it to her! It had to wait until after the 10th though, but by then (It's the 12th now, and 2:14 AM o-o), it still wasn't done. On the 9th I realized that she forgot about the hangout and on the 10th I reminded her about it. Well, at first when she told me about the delay, I was like "WELL SHIT. Now I have to wait until the end of August ._." But just recently I realized that it's perfect timing. Within that time if I work hard enough, I could finish it by then and give it. Thing hapen for a reason, amirite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANywho, 2:21AM, NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-3768752282828532330?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/3768752282828532330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-too-much-time-on-my-hands-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3768752282828532330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3768752282828532330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-too-much-time-on-my-hands-d.html' title='I have too much time on my hands :D'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-1962764841815556168</id><published>2009-08-09T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:05:44.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My amazing day today!</title><content type='html'>Despite having to like, walk and run in a storm for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was actually quite an interesting day, which surprised me, a little more than the rain did (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off as a typical boring day as usual. Well actually a bit different. I went to bed at like 2:30AM, and then I woke up at like, friggin' 6:30 AM. So I was all like, wth am I doing up? I should be sleeping. I half-slept all the way until 10:40-ish. It was pretty much I actually did sleep, with waking up occasionally, but it didn't feel like I slept at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5:50PM my mom was like "From the moment you woke up until now, you've been in the same spot in the same position. You don't have any friends or something?" Haha, how convinient to ask that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so then it became pretty much the daily routine. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way until around 6:00PM. I get a surprise visit from friends! In which I find that one of them actually reads this blog too o_o Yes I'm talking to YOU. ...I've always wanted to do that &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh right, the door bell rang once, and then I thought my mom would get it. Second time it rang I figured that it must be someone selling something. Third time I realised that no one else heard it. So I went to go get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the initial reason to visit was to see Gamby, LOL. So then we took him out to the park (which was the closet thing ever), and pretty much loitered there. (Which was TOTALLY not what I had in mind). So, me and the reader of this blog (no referencing of names unless I'm allowed?) went to go walk him a bit. Well, we ended up going in a circle...well, rectangle. 'Cos like, at one point he got texted by the asian from before with like "Come back quick, creeper". Well, we did. Hell if it wasn't a creeper o_o Thing is though, I have no idea why the hell we were even just sitting there. It was basically in silence, aside from the creeper's group kinda whispering to each other. Eventually (I forgot how), we just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! We went along the way to our elementary school, and then they decided to go to this park. ....Well, hell, I still didn't eat dinner and I didn't want Gamby to be out too late. So, I used this amazing (it WAS an iPhone, right?) iPhone and call home. My mom agreed and said it was the best idea to bring Gamby home first. Well, I went home, and surprisingly all of them came with me o_O (By the way, it was a group of 4 including me. The other 3 were (whom I now have permission to say 2 of their names) Vivian (the asian), Kevin (the reader), and this other girl, who I don't believe I have on MSN, so I can't ask.). So I went home, grabbed corn, gave one cob to Kevin, the other 2 didn't want any, so I went out eating a cob of corn. Now that's the shit. (The secret to KARA's diet was corn!) Oh right it looked like it was going to rain, so I brought an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we were on the way to the park, and that's when I really felt the HUMIDITY. My God. It was humid as crap. It was basically like, instead of a heat wave washing over you, it was constantly barraging you x_x&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what happened anyways? &lt;strong&gt;We didn't even go to that park &gt;_&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;It was too late by then or something like that, and erm, I have no idea if we even passed it o_o But we did pass this park, which there was 2 little kids, who had some attitude o_o Kids these days &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked them home. Dying in the heat &gt;_&gt; Well, I wasn't really dying, my legs were just sorta tired from the heat along with walking that much. Of course I didn't want to admit it though :P I'm just weird like that. So we walked them home and such. The other girl had gone home first, due to where she lives. So we were sitting in front of Vivian's house (Me, Kevin and Vivian) for 5-7 minutes.  Or maybe it was 3-5 minutes. Either way, it wasn't very long. Kevin called home, and then said he was going home, so that means me on my way home too! So we started to walk home. (Effing half hour walk &gt;_&gt;. But I kinda like walking, so it's all good). We see the storm clouds gathering in the direction away from where we live, so it was OK. &lt;strong&gt;THEN THAT CLOUD TURNS BLACK. &lt;/strong&gt;And then it &lt;strong&gt;spreads across the entire section like &lt;em&gt;speed upgraded zerglings&lt;/em&gt; running across the field.&lt;/strong&gt;  Well, I saw all the lightning, but hey, so long as it doesn't hit me, amirite? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'll be damned &gt;_&gt; THE CLOUD SPREAD ALL THE WAY OVER MY HEAD AND BEYOND. It went all the way to where we lived. So I don't really feel any drizzle, but Kevin did. THEN IT COMES. But hey, it was only a little, and a little rain can be fun ^_^. Well, the rain got a bit harder, but I didn't care. THEN THE EFFING SKY TURNS PITCH BLACK. What does that mean? Hm, well, it starts raining&lt;strong&gt; as hard as shit,&lt;/strong&gt;  and the wind &lt;strong&gt;starts to become intense. &lt;/strong&gt;Once we made it around halfway home (15 minutes left!) It just became intense. If I had a camera on me I would've taken a picture. We were just walking in that &lt;strong&gt;epic&lt;/strong&gt; rain at first, but once it was around 2 minutes for me to get home (in which he already got home), I ran. It was insane x_x. WHen I got home I was &lt;strong&gt;soaking wet&lt;/strong&gt;. In which I took a shower immediately, and suddenly felt a lack of energy in my arms and legs. I could've slept so much earlier, but as always, I stay up too late for my own good &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's all for now. I sure as hell enjoyed my day :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-1962764841815556168?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/1962764841815556168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-amazing-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1962764841815556168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/1962764841815556168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-amazing-day-today.html' title='My amazing day today!'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-358247676012164036</id><published>2009-08-09T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:32:31.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I must really live under a rock.</title><content type='html'>Well, deleted post. I'm being a rude bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-358247676012164036?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/358247676012164036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-really-live-under-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/358247676012164036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/358247676012164036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-really-live-under-rock.html' title='I must really live under a rock.'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-8071149622436717620</id><published>2009-08-08T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:26:14.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Why am I still awake?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why? o_o&lt;br /&gt;1:24 AM, I should kinda like, sleep now. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-8071149622436717620?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/8071149622436717620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-am-i-still-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8071149622436717620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8071149622436717620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-am-i-still-awake.html' title='...Why am I still awake?'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-8595293587597567951</id><published>2009-08-04T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:39:15.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano DOES help o_O</title><content type='html'>'Kayso, my brother and my mom were out shopping at T&amp;amp;T, so I was home alone. After (re-)watching Ip Man (for the 7th time), I was bored and had nothing to do. I realized I didn't see Gamby for a while. SO I started to go up the stairs to unsurprisingly find Gamby lying on the stairs. He seemed reallly depressed and crap, but nothing I did would get him up. Since I was bored, I went to the piano. I just started playing random songs that I learned beforehand (but never did memorize. I'm working on it! &gt;_&lt;) and then I heard Gamby moving around from his tags hitting each other. After I finished my song I went to go check on him. He moved from the left side of the stairs to the right side o_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So then after that I just started to play more songs, and voila, Gamby came up. I don't exactly know why it made him feel better, whether it was 'cos the sound of piano just helps, or maybe it reminds him of home, since his original owner plays piano, but hey, whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And that's just about it. I should really be trying to make piano a habit &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-8595293587597567951?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/8595293587597567951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/piano-does-help-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8595293587597567951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8595293587597567951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/piano-does-help-oo.html' title='Piano DOES help o_O'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-8514848276407273155</id><published>2009-08-03T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:14:26.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you non-existant readers wondering...</title><content type='html'>Those random stories (even though you only see one) were generated by my friend. She can be a little extra at times, can tell me to slap my wrist over MSN and I'll actually do it (amazingly enough o_o), but is just plain-out awesome. Indeed the "GREATEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. EVER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, if you non-existant readers haven't noticed, she might occasionally pop in and make a blog post for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for why I call you guys non-existant readers, it's because I honestly don't expect anyone to be reading this blog. OK, maybe John might be reading it, and maybe Vivian occasionally. Aside from that, I know like, no one is reading this o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-8514848276407273155?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/8514848276407273155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-all-you-non-existant-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8514848276407273155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/8514848276407273155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-all-you-non-existant-readers.html' title='For all you non-existant readers wondering...'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-6878887827834736656</id><published>2009-08-02T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:53:34.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Story not by me no.2</title><content type='html'>Our story starts in the boring city of Shamaloo where we meet out protagonist Grant. He had the perfect life, with perfect hair, perfect girlfriend(s) and the perfect career. He was Canada's most infamous porn star ! Yet he still wasn't happy. On a day just like any other, Grant woke up in a unknown location. Exceedingly alarmed, he sat up and then realized he was in an anonymous women's bed. " FFS, I need to start learning their names first" So he decided to do just that, he got out of bed and began his mission. After what seemed like hours, he ended up in her living room; where found finally found what she was searching for, her wallet. He first noticed that the article was embedded with "Taylor". His curiosity was still not satisfied, he wanted to know more about the young lady. He opened up the item and delicately slipped out the I.D, the discovery he made was shocking. Taylor was actually a young lad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outraged and disgusted with himself he stomped into Taylor's room, where he suffocated her (er.. him) with a hamtaro  pillow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A:N: https://www.plajapan.com/images/gallery/hamtaro-h4.jpg So cute ! Grant buy me one!)&lt;/span&gt; "TEHEHEHEHE!" Grant shrieked. A few minutes later Grant regained majority of his sanity and panicked when he realized what he had just done. He reached into his left back pocket, and swifty pulled out his pink diamond encrusted motorola razer and pressed speed dial 3 - his girlfriend, Jenniba. He had met Jenniba on set of one of his most popular films, [insert dirty porno film title here]. She had sang majority of the songs for the soundtrack including the smash hit "I swear I'm a women!" Since then she's been signed with Cube Entertainment and is on the road to become Japan's most famous celebrity. Grant didn't really like her, but she was smoking hot so why not? Besides, she listened to him when it truley mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LAZY, UPDATE LATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-6878887827834736656?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/6878887827834736656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-story-starts-in-boring-city-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6878887827834736656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6878887827834736656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-story-starts-in-boring-city-of.html' title='Random Story not by me no.2'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-5079209011790329359</id><published>2009-08-02T16:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:54:27.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August the Second. Mark of the start of boredom?</title><content type='html'>Well, it's August 2nd. It's pretty hot, not really, but on the border of being hot or warm. Which means it's sorta just plain annoying. Gamby clearly shows how the heat kills since he's kinda just lying around so he doesn't get hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, am just getting plain out sick of this chair. This chair is several years old, and through those several year I've ALWAYS gotten sick of it. Hence the times I just HAVE to get off the computer, since this chair is that horrible. However, I still love this chair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have like nothing to do really. I have actually ended up resorting to mass amounts of *gasp* STARCRAFT. Seriously, I know it's horribly lame or something, and it's not like I'm a Korean in the MSL, or pro-league or some crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hang out that's supposed to happen, well, I basically have to wait until after August 10th. She has a piano exam on that day, so I guess I don't want to distract her or anything? In the day time she's usually practicing, so yeah. Eat that, plate. Eat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to finish this post up, you can't get better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grant - SC, once again. says:Honey mustard isn't that great ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;{ viviααn. says:i llike it in sadwiches ^o^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grant - SC, once again. says:I think I've only had it like once or twice o_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;{ viviααn. says:WE'LL HAVE SOME TOGETHER !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually liked honey mustard, just it's name sounded horrible o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-5079209011790329359?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/5079209011790329359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-second-mark-of-start-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/5079209011790329359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/5079209011790329359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-second-mark-of-start-of-boredom.html' title='August the Second. Mark of the start of boredom?'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-4208664277144791198</id><published>2009-08-02T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:40:16.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you know, complaining does help.</title><content type='html'>I complained about my sickness sorta thing, and look what happened. It's gone! At least, for now -_-;; I'm about to sleep now, and we'll see how I am tomorrow. Basically, I just wanted to note that complaining really does help :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-4208664277144791198?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/4208664277144791198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-know-complaining-does-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/4208664277144791198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/4208664277144791198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-know-complaining-does-help.html' title='What do you know, complaining does help.'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-6481980930167352383</id><published>2009-08-01T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:31:37.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sick, but I'm sick</title><content type='html'>Well, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since just yesterday, I feel like throwing up. Usually when I'm hungry I feel like throwing up. So, I eat, and then I don't feel like throwing up anymore. An hour or two, sometimes three, I feel like throwing up again. I've sometimes had to kneel in front of a toilet for 10 minutes or more trying to see if I'll throw up. It doesn't help that since spitting helps you feel better when you want to throw up that I almost constantly have to spit, which eventually smells awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I have a huge lack of energy, and I have to make sure not to move too quickly or else I'll feel like throwing up again. I sorta feel like I should just go lie in bed, but I'll be too bored. I know reading wouldn't be the best idea, not to mention I finished just about all my interesting books and at the moment I don't feel like re-reading. I want to work on Mr. Panda the Cross-Stitch, but that's going to screw me over even more than reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'm sick, but I don't like admitting I'm sick, and not to mention I haven't been sick for the longest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'm having dinner, so hopefully that makes me feel better? If not, there's always the shower right after dinner which always makes me feel amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Happy August 1st people, &amp;amp; happy birthday Bells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-6481980930167352383?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/6481980930167352383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-sick-but-im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6481980930167352383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/6481980930167352383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-sick-but-im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m not sick, but I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-4736591356840600776</id><published>2009-07-29T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:24:21.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams + End of summer school</title><content type='html'>OK, around an hour ago, I studied for an hour straight, and here I am now. I made it to around unit 4.  Unit 5 was just covered completely two days ago, so I just need to lightly skim through that. I'm not TOO TOO stressed about exams, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school is technically over tomorrow. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;how'd&lt;/span&gt; I end it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my first non-loner day during lunch. Since it was the last day, I decided to ask my friend if she minded me hanging around her on the last day, the day before. Whoever knew people actually played President during lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, via the same friend, I finished all the major white parts of the cross-stitching. Good thing too, I was getting sick of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People spilled chips on the ground, and I cleaned it up just 'cos. I did get another bite-sized cupcake for that though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since summer school will be done for soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To-do List&lt;/strong&gt; (Is there honestly no underline feature?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get August over with. (Reasons of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on that hang out, in which if I apparently mess up I shall be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ultralisk&lt;/span&gt; rushed like no other by my friend who helped arrange it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try and make playing the piano a natural habit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attempt to make something out of the aforementioned hang out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why get August over with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish looking after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gamby&lt;/span&gt; (who just went to the cage himself to sleep).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the money for looking after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gamby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start up school again to attempt to fix a few things and hopefully end my boredom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no fourth reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I really should be studying for my exam, but I honestly can't be bothered to at the moment =\ Out of pure laziness and possibly because of infatuation/possible love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...yeah. That's all I guess. I don't really have much more to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-4736591356840600776?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/4736591356840600776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/07/exams-end-of-summer-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/4736591356840600776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/4736591356840600776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/07/exams-end-of-summer-school.html' title='Exams + End of summer school'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-2402676777715154737</id><published>2009-07-28T21:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:42:17.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Well, Gamby came just now. More like 10 minutes ago, really, so around 9:30PM. I have my weapons of plastic bags which I must make sure to double check everytime. I got the gloves too. The cage is a lot bigger than I remembered, but it still manages to fit by the door in front of this room. So, yeah, not quite sure exactly what to say, since I sorta forgot, but yeah. THat's it I guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-2402676777715154737?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/2402676777715154737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/07/gambyyyyyyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2402676777715154737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/2402676777715154737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/07/gambyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Gambyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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-2020031955855892725.post-3220680502924229709</id><published>2009-07-28T20:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:13:22.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting out!</title><content type='html'>Well, summer school's almost come to an end, and right now I'm just really really bored. So I decided 'Why not make one of those blog things?' And so, here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I REALLY want to take a shower, but I'm waiting for a dog to arrive. I agreed to look after it during August, just for the money. I thought the dog (named Gamby) would be here like, an hour ago. So basically I've just kinda been dilly daddling, and yeah. I'm sleepy, and really REALLY want to take a shower x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the first post I guess. I'll find something else to do at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020031955855892725-3220680502924229709?l=squishyphones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/feeds/3220680502924229709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/07/starting-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3220680502924229709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020031955855892725/posts/default/3220680502924229709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squishyphones.blogspot.com/2009/07/starting-out.html' title='Starting out!'/><author><name>SquishyPhones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00126791966614521352</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></feed>
