<?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-5088124302106166777</id><updated>2012-02-14T21:47:13.609+11:00</updated><category term='Looking For Alaska'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Hannah Harrington'/><category term='Jenny Downham'/><category term='Jay Asher'/><category term='Deadline'/><category term='Saving June'/><category term='Chris Crutcher'/><category term='Song Challenge'/><category term='13 Reasons Why'/><category term='Before I Die'/><category term='John Green'/><title type='text'>Stop The World</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreaming within the boundaries of reality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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>333</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-4183744288707281484</id><published>2012-02-14T21:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:47:13.647+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Can</title><content type='html'>Now's not the time for the aftermath has yet to come but all will be revealed in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I live through tomorrow, I promise updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4183744288707281484?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4183744288707281484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-just-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4183744288707281484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4183744288707281484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-just-can.html' title='I Just Can'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4888203455258092096</id><published>2012-01-21T17:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:32:00.487+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Gen 12</title><content type='html'>Next Gen 12 was inspiring, life-changing, awesome. I have learnt so much and was so challenged by this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I must behave like one saved by grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accountability partners FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, mature~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4888203455258092096?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4888203455258092096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/next-gen-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4888203455258092096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4888203455258092096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/next-gen-12.html' title='Next Gen 12'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8026471137241528879</id><published>2012-01-10T22:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:06:07.155+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Asher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deadline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13 Reasons Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking For Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Before I Die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Downham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah Harrington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Crutcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Green'/><title type='text'>Stories About Death, Dying and Loss</title><content type='html'>Knowing my morbid interest in plots, it is no surprise that my next book review will be comparing the various books dealing with the taboo subject of suicide (or somewhat, suicide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Looking For Alaska by John Green&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.borders.com.au/images/bau/97800074/9780007424832/0/0/plain/looking-for-alaska.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.borders.com.au/images/bau/97800074/9780007424832/0/0/plain/looking-for-alaska.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotables:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"I go to seek a Great Perhaps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;“The Colonel led all the cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Cornbread! he screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHICKEN! the crowd responded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PEAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then, all together: "WE GOT HIGHER SATs."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hip Hip Hip Hooray! the Colonel cried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU'LL BE WORKIN' FOR US SOMEDAY!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/b&gt; Miles "Pudge" Halter, young and utterly obsessed with last words finds himself drawn to the attractive Alaska Young in his new school. With his new found friends Chip "The Colonel" Martin and Takumi, the four of them wreak havoc upon the school - until tragedy happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My take:&lt;/b&gt; I find this book hilarious in all it's tragedy-driven plot. I like how the characters are your average &lt;s&gt;teenagers&lt;/s&gt; juvenile delinquents with more than half a brain. The pranks they pull are amazing, issues discussed weirdly fascinating, and frankly, it made me laugh though it was meant to be a tragedy. What better way to cram a deep book into your head than with humour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;In addition to that, I love the twisted eccentric characters. Pudge memorises people's last words. The Colonel has an awesome memory as well, and when grieving he walks miles while memorising every little detail he can get his hands on. Alaska, well she's a whole different kind of nutcase. And they have eccentric teachers too. And elaborate plots and pranks. And codenames and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;DOES THAT NOT REMIND YOU OF YOUR OWN TWISTED HIGH SCHOOL LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Warning: Sexually explicit content, explicit language, and a male stripper drive the whole plot to an astounding close, leaving you aching for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before I Die by Jenny Downham&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEacxMGc4aM/TUDGNJeHiyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0tavF7yGwEE/s1600/Before+I+Die.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AEacxMGc4aM/TUDGNJeHiyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0tavF7yGwEE/s320/Before+I+Die.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/b&gt; Sixteen year old Tessa has decided to stop treatment for her terminal leukaemia. And because she doesn't have much time left, she makes a list of things she wants to do before she dies - starting with sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My take:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't enjoy this book thaaaaat much (I have a tendency to not go very lightly on whiny, grieving books with not much humour in it unfortunately). HOWEVER, it's not an easy book to read. It makes you think about life in general. And where you're going with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;One thing though. I do not like the main character Tessa. Or her best friend Zoey. Shoots, I find all them ladies in this book one tad bit too... Annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Warning: Sexually explicit (well, duh, the girl wants sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b2/ThirteenReasonsWhy.jpg/200px-ThirteenReasonsWhy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b2/ThirteenReasonsWhy.jpg/200px-ThirteenReasonsWhy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notable mentions:&lt;/b&gt; The interesting narration style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/b&gt; Clay Jenkins receives a parcel with lots of tapes in it. Listening to the one marked with a '1', he realises that whoever receives the parcel has played a part in the death of one Hannah Baker, his first love. not just death, but suicide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My take:&lt;/b&gt; As aforementioned, I love the seamless dual narration between Hannah's recorded messages and Clay's thoughts. This unusual structuring of a story inspires me to write my belonging creative piece on the same premise - unfortunately my teacher doesn't think a story based entirely on flashbacks in a conversation would get me anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Anyway, I digress. Being one always preoccupied with thoughts of death and how one must feel before ending his or her life, I must say this book gives me great insight, although it does not make for light reading. It's like a whodunit, but without a suspect because we already know who did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Warning: Slightly creepy and disconcerting, but that's exactly what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saving June by Hannah Harrington&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.millsandboon.com.au/product-image.asp?productid=3898&amp;amp;height=276&amp;amp;width=175" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.millsandboon.com.au/product-image.asp?productid=3898&amp;amp;height=276&amp;amp;width=175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #181818;"&gt;Quotables:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"If she waited two more weeks she'd be June who died in June."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/b&gt; When Harper Scott's divorced parents decide to split her late sister June's ashes into his or her urns, she takes matters into her own hands. Together with Laney, her best friend, and Jake Tolan, her sisters ex-tutee, she sets of for California, the one place her sister dreamed of going to before ending herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My take:&lt;/b&gt; ROAD TRIP STORIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Okay, I am partial to road trip stories. I see it as a coming-of-age, an adventure, a learning curve. I especially love road trip singalongs, and the fact that this book features classic rock music definitely gives it a plus one in my ratings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I love how Harper starts off as a emo-apathetic-delinquent who ends up accepting herself for who she is, and because I seem to like her so much from the beginning of the book, I am so happy for her when she is finally at peace about her sister's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If 13 Reasons Why was a book about the whys of suicide, then Saving June would be the perfect complement to it as a book about the hows to surviving suicide of a loved one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deadline by Chris Crutcher&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/6/9780061908316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/6/9780061908316.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notable mentions:&lt;/b&gt; The dealing of a tough subject with impeccable wit and great insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/b&gt; Ben Wolf, midget, cross-country athlete, eighteen, and with the world in front of him is suddenly diagnosed with a rare incurable blood disease. He chooses not to receive treatment and not to tell anyone, but instead try to have a normal life. Or a life as normal as he can get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My take:&lt;/b&gt; As compared with &lt;i&gt;Before I Die&lt;/i&gt;, I prefer this heaps more. Ben decides that as he's dying anyway it wouldn't hurt to play football, or go after the girl of his dreams. It is cruel, the way he achieves everything and more, reaching this so called "coming-of-age" right before his demise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It is also worth a mention that this story would actually continue from where &lt;i&gt;Running Loose&lt;/i&gt; left off, with an older Coach Banks and all. Also, Ben is not the only death in this book but he counts himself lucky as he has had time to prepare. And with this time he changes everything and everyone he touches. For better or for worse is a different thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;However, I love the subtle humour of this book. Ben is not afraid to take on teachers as his doomsday clock doesn't tick for very long anyway. And this is where the fun begins. This is an optimistic take on a story of a boy who's too young to die, but had always felt as though he would die young, who learnt how to live in the face of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, ziincks, if i die young~&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8026471137241528879?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8026471137241528879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/stories-about-death-dying-and-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8026471137241528879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8026471137241528879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/stories-about-death-dying-and-loss.html' title='Stories About Death, Dying and Loss'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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/_AEacxMGc4aM/TUDGNJeHiyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0tavF7yGwEE/s72-c/Before+I+Die.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-7346997267499888209</id><published>2012-01-07T23:07:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:07:18.495+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done (2)</title><content type='html'>I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone to a park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed out til 3a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept at 4a.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brought school shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7346997267499888209?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7346997267499888209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-ive-done-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7346997267499888209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7346997267499888209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-ive-done-2.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done (2)'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4716582906534052366</id><published>2012-01-02T12:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:34:18.782+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday. 31st December 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prologue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4.30a.m. to cook instant noodles for breakfast as well as get my water and lunch/dinner ready. And then I went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I ran off to Town Hall and boarded the train with Jono and Derek. When we got to Blues Point Eunice and Carolyn met us and brought us to the meeting spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;People there: Martin, Jason, Hong, Bryan, Jeff, Alex, Cheryl, Winson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the five of us, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;THIRTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; OF US in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendship is... People waiting for half an hour for you at the train platforms, risking their own entry so that you won't be alone when you arrive at the gathering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slathering on sunscreen, Derek, Jono and I headed towards the portable toilets. And since it was too hot, we detoured towards a shady area without telling the rest of them (so that they could watch our bags whilst we sit in the shade :P) and played cards. After that Hong lent us his laptop to watch American Pie (which has no storyline at all) so when I got bored I returned to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then sat around reading science magazines I brought (nerd alert :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group split into three - One group was watching American Pie, another group was buying food and the rest of us were sitting under the sun spamming Eunice's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photographic Evidence Documented: Jason, Derek and I sitting on Jono, hampering his attempts to get up off the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we tried to go and buy some food but the police warned us that the gates could close any time. So we decided against leaving and effectively went without food for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continued camwhoring, taking photos of Jono having huge reactions as we discuss food. We also demanded massages from Jono and Derek, which was fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE NINE O'CLOCK FIREWORKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played Truth or Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One involved Jono and I holding hands and walking up to a random stranger, telling them &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;"We're engaged! Can we have your blessing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And well, this woman believed us O_o I can't help but laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played until Martin lost his MP3, and when we finally found it we'd lost the mood to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 1st January 2012&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;THE TWELVE O'CLOCK FIREWORKS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks, we sang Happy Birthday to Jeff, then packed up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to North Sydney train station, Jono and I started singing '99 Bottles of Beer'. So Jason, Jeff, Alex and Winson who were ahead of us started walking faster and faster, so we started walking real fast to keep up. Unbeknownst to us the rest of the gang behind us started walking slower and slower to avoid being associated with us, so we lost them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 51 bottles I tripped and fell, freaking everyone out. But I managed to get up to my feet and continue with the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we reunited at the station, after the two of us finished the entire song at the top of our lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendship is... Doing dumb things together, but watching out for each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Five&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed not to lose anyone anymore by insisting a headcount be held every once in a while, and also by forming a human chain with all of us holding on to each other bags the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing into trains proved easier as we're all not that big anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendship is... Watching out for everyone, so no one gets left behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train we discussed Physics principle, and on the second train Jono and Hong slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally arrived, Cheryl and I had to wait for our sisters. Martin and Derek waited with us, but we told them to go home. So Derek left but Martin stayed with us til our siblings arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Six&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, showered, brushed my teeth etc, and by the time I lay my head on the pillow it was 4.30a.m. The next day. I have been effectively awake for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Epilogue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day real late, and started replaying last night in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded of how we never did that in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendship is... Still thinking about old friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4716582906534052366?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4716582906534052366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4716582906534052366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4716582906534052366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-countdown.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Countdown'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-7611407939740953408</id><published>2011-12-29T22:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:09:44.337+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Dumb Things, You Have More Fun - Royal National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;[All times supplied are ESTIMATES. No teenagers were harmed in the making of this blog post.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;26th December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prologue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Derek: Wanna go national park tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: Where's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Derek: Some where far far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;27th December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 6.30a.m. to 8.30a.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Derek planned, I was up early making sandwiches to feed all six of us (Derek, Martin, Jono, Hong, Kenny and I). I then got on a bus to Jono's place, and from there we were to walk to Derek's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one small problem. JONO WASN'T ANSWERING MY PHONE CALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desperation I called Derek, who didn't answer my calls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted both of them: &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;'Hey Jono/Derek isn't answering my calls and I dunno how to get to Derek's what should I do?'&lt;/span&gt; And sent to them in the hopes that one would reply before the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very moment that Derek replied me and Martin called, Jono leaned out of his window and called: &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;"Sorry! I just woke up!"&lt;/span&gt;. So I told the two others that I was fine. I then yelled out to Jono that Martin wanted him to bring along his MP3, which resulted in the neighbourhood dogs barking loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: I brought you a piece of chocolate but it melted in my pocket because I was out in the sun for 15 minutes (glare).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Jono: I noticed you always bring me chocolate when you have to come to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S NOT THE POINT! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got dressed and came down, we both headed towards Derek's. I almost got knocked down by a car, the second time in a time space of... 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 8.30a.m. to 9.00a.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono and I arrived at Derek's house, and after loading up the car he called Kenny to check if the other car (with Martin, Kenny and Hong) are leaving soon. Martin announced that Hong just arrived in his place, which meant we would all be late waiting for them. We decided not to wait and to go first, after sending him threats over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Locked, loaded, take off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Destination: Royal National Park, Wattamolla beach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Derek's dad's car: Derek, Jono and I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Martin's dad's car: Martin, Kenny and Hong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 9.30a.m. to 10.00a.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the main entrance of the National Park, and were waiting for Martin's dad to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;*Jono takes out phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Jono: Hello Hong, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Hong: We're past Tom Ugly's Bridge. We should be catching up to you guys soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: (yelling) WE'RE WAY PAST TOM UGLY'S BRIDGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Jono: We passed it ages ago! Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: Does he have any idea where he is? Tell him to ask Martin's dad - he should know, after all, he's driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek sighs and shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally arrived and we all drove into the park, where there was absolutely no signal. No way of contacting the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we unloaded and forced Hong to carry the icebox as punishment all the way down to the beach (Jono was nice enough to offer to help him). And then the guys (excluding Hong) just took off their shirts and jumped in the lagoon. I was too busy complaining about my shoes being wet after I just washed them after Cataract Park. ELEVEN DAYS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 10.00a.m. to 11.30a.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the lagoon, I changed into my jersey and shorts and then Hong and I sat around on the sand looking at the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Kenny came up from behind me and grabbed me up in his arms. He yelled for Jono to come and help him throw me into the water &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"to study the projectile motions of a human being"&lt;/span&gt;. With the two of them grabbing &amp;nbsp;me in an awkward position, I managed to twist kick claw fight my way out of their grip &lt;strike&gt;(by hitting Jono's balls by accident, I think)&lt;/strike&gt; and then run back to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly I found myself surrounded again. Derek, Kenny, Jono and Martin each grabbed one of my limbs and dragged me to the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Hong: You guys have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: BETRAYER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then unceremoniously dumped into the water and immediately splashed and covered with mud and sand. As revenge I suggested we all get Hong. When he was close enough to the water, Derek and I &lt;s&gt;hugged&lt;/s&gt; grabbed Hong and dragged him off. Kenny soon came along and grabbed all three of us and pushed us to the edge of the water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Hong: Wait wait, I actually like this shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Derek: Okay, take it off or we're pulling it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he took it off, threw it onto the mat and allowed us all to tackle him into the water. And then Jono started throwing mudballs at us, which frankly wasn't very nice because the two of us weren't fighting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Jono tried to teach me how to swim, and Derek tried to make his Coke can float vertically on his pair of slippers, whereas Kenny was fascinated with a floating rock and Martin paddled all the way out to a man-made waterfall. And Hong went back to sunbathe and read on the beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kenny and Jono decided that the fastest way to warm up was to roll around in the sand. So we buried them side by side, holding hands. By the time they realised it really felt gay we had piled up enough wet and dry sand on them for them to be unable to move their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hong and I took the opportunity to pour sand over their hair and faces, whilst Derek and Martin sculpted breasts for them both. When they freed themselves we all went back to where we left our bags and started getting dried up and dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To decide who had to go find a barbeque pit, we drew cards from a deck of 52. The people with the two highest valued cards have to go. Guess what? I drew a TWO OF SPADES. And Jono drew a J. So we packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Five&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 11.30a.m. to 3.00p.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A group of Asians speaking some Asian dialect were near an abandoned barbeque pit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Jono: Go and ask them in Chinese if we can borrow the pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: Me? In Chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Jono: Yeah, your Chinese is more pro than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: (Chinese) Hi, can I borrow your barbeque pit if you're not using it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Asian: I don't speak Chinese, but yeah you can borrow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Jono: They're Koreans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: Thanks, I figured after he said he couldn't speak Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jono runs off to signal for the rest to come while I sit there looking like a weirdo hugging my knees drying myself out. When they arrive we start cooking, and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the oil? Why didn't anyone bring the oil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out they brought raw food, beer and NO OIL. So they cooked the meat in beer and water to prevent it from sticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So food and sandwiches that Derek and I made for lunch! While playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Hong needed to go back, and since he was returning to civillisation we all told him to pass on messages to our parents/siblings etc. And he decided to walk up to the entrance, but we managed to sway him by pointing out that it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;ELEVEN KILOMETRES AWAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and he'd be better off staying here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Hong: But, it's like the distance from school to my house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Derek: Yeah, like multiplied by FIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Martin's dad drove Hong out to the entrance whilst we stay behind to play cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Six&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 3.00p.m. to 4.30p.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Martin's dad came back we went bushwalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bushwalking eventually evolved to rock climbing. I actually decided to climb up there to find phone reception, and when that didn't work I just decided to join in the climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to climb down a crevasse, so I threw my backpack down to Martin and then climbed down via rope. And then more rocks. Derek ended up carrying my backpack so that it was easier for me (the 'little' girl who can crawl through openings in the rock). And Martin helped me at some odd hard places. We finished the rock climbing by climbing up the same crevasse we came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos from up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBRmC-5UFmM/TvxHRm5-PsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PlGE_F38On8/s1600/Photo0719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBRmC-5UFmM/TvxHRm5-PsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PlGE_F38On8/s320/Photo0719.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where we came from&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lM6t10YrOGA/TvxHTWkaWTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0OBtGimrspg/s1600/Photo0720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lM6t10YrOGA/TvxHTWkaWTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0OBtGimrspg/s320/Photo0720.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, see the red thing? That's where we came from.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwWrTiKO0XI/TvxHLOODomI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K7UwhD0pIc0/s1600/Photo0712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwWrTiKO0XI/TvxHLOODomI/AAAAAAAAAMU/K7UwhD0pIc0/s320/Photo0712.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITc2pPJ3EwY/TvxHNVSy6vI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oV6rC2UeT-g/s1600/Photo0717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITc2pPJ3EwY/TvxHNVSy6vI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oV6rC2UeT-g/s320/Photo0717.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwtUN10-2E0/TvxHPfk4_qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Y8nQ-3ovklk/s1600/Photo0718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwtUN10-2E0/TvxHPfk4_qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Y8nQ-3ovklk/s320/Photo0718.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if we get up there, you may as well take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin threw Kenny's bottle off the cliff, and so we all turned back where we came from immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Epilogue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 4.30p.m. to 5.00p.m.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit around playing cards waiting for Derek's dad to come bring Derek, Jono and I home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole way back Jono and I discussed Physics thought experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 5.30p.m., shedding salt and sand everywhere I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was SO MUCH FUN! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7611407939740953408?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7611407939740953408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-dumb-things-you-have-more-fun-royal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7611407939740953408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7611407939740953408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-dumb-things-you-have-more-fun-royal.html' title='Do Dumb Things, You Have More Fun - Royal National Park'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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/-HBRmC-5UFmM/TvxHRm5-PsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PlGE_F38On8/s72-c/Photo0719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-4306355459148659007</id><published>2011-12-24T20:43:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:43:38.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done (1)</title><content type='html'>I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone on an outing with my friends. To a dude's house for lunch. With 15 other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cycled around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done homework, but without stressing myself out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;This holidays :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4306355459148659007?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4306355459148659007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-ive-done-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4306355459148659007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4306355459148659007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-ive-done-1.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done (1)'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-84892703732935247</id><published>2011-12-19T22:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:29:51.935+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning To Live Again</title><content type='html'>I'm finally on holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through school, people have been telling me to 'get some sleep'. How do I get some sleep when I've got too much to do? I always lament this. "I can't come in 7th in my classes! I want to IMPROVE! COME IN FIRST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to treat myself better. I have 6 weeks to recover, 6 weeks to undo all the damage done onto myself through not sleeping and stressing, 6 weeks to enjoy life, 6 weeks to prevent a burn-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hereby refuse to do homework until Wednesday, 21st December 2011. I tell everyone this to make myself accountable should I begin earlier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hereby will finish reading all the magazines and storybooks I've been meaning to read. I've finished 3 books and 2 magazines, so making good time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hereby will make an effort to keep blogging. It's like keeping an online journal of life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hereby will make it to at least ONE outing my friends organise. Because they've been an awesome force in my life this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hereby will communicate more often with my Malaysian friends, the people who mould and make me who I am now. The people I love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hereby declare that I will try to manage my temper by chilling out, going out for more cycling, walking, getting more fresh air &amp;nbsp;etc etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will make more notes on the creative piece I want to do for English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hereby declare that I will try to get closer to my God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, Christmas, a week of work, and NextGen camp to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And Physics homework, English homework, and Maths homework).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-84892703732935247?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/84892703732935247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/learning-to-live-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/84892703732935247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/84892703732935247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/learning-to-live-again.html' title='Learning To Live Again'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-7073192694769612252</id><published>2011-12-17T22:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T22:00:58.099+11:00</updated><title type='text'>PDHPE 25 Hour Course Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$90 bucks for this thing? I'm not paying if none of you guys are going because it ain't gonna be fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day&lt;/s&gt; Chapter One: 14th December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agenda: Lifesaving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venue: School hall, Room 4, Common Room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grouping: Roll call 1, 3, and 7 together, 2, 4 and 5 together, 6 and 8 together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in roll call 6, and the prefects are in roll call 8, so it was a moment of absolute joy. We learnt about DRSABCD, and a whole other bunch of acronyms like ICE, AED, COWS etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a practical test on a CPR dummy, which was weird. Never again am I kissing a rubber thingimajig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all forgot our cards, and to maintain tradition, Kenny took Jono's bike and rode off in to&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;the sunset&lt;/s&gt; Hurstville to get more cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in his absence, we were all so cold we decided to hug Hong, because he was the only one dressed warmly enough for the weather. Jono even went to the extreme of putting his arm into Hong's jacket, which was a bit weird but whatever, it was heck cold. In the end, Jono, Jason, Bryan, Wendy, and I made Hong join in our "circle of huddling" (&lt;i&gt;standing shoulder to shoulder, closely packed together, like in a campfire&lt;/i&gt;) to stay warm like penguins do. We eventually started hopping around (&lt;i&gt;in a circle,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;like penguins do&lt;/i&gt;), looking extremely gay and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we gave up and stayed cold instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were 'campfiring', Mr. Slater walked up to us and "encouraged" us with the notion that next year we'd be done with HSC and having to face our future - "This could be where your life begins - or ends" I quote him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Sir, go away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny returned right after the bell rang and presented us with two decks of cards, so although we couldn't play during recess, lunch time was entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had a written test as well as a talk about the Chain Rule of Survival, which just made me think about the Chain Rule of Differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time ended: 2.45p.m., but because we were waiting for &lt;i&gt;someone's somebody &lt;/i&gt;we ended up having no early leave anyways,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chapter&lt;/s&gt; Day Two: 15th December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agenda: Sex education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venue: Library, Room 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grouping: Guys together, girls together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;ONE OF THE MOST AWKWARD BIRTHDAYS OF MY LIFE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first speaker gave us a talk about date rape, the second about sexuality, sex, and contraception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy freaking out about my assignment (&lt;i&gt;due this very day itself&lt;/i&gt;) I ended up in the library during recess and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who didn't socialise with the opposite gender during Sex Ed Talk? No points if you guessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time ended: 3.00 p.m., on the dot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day&lt;/s&gt; Chapter 3: 16th December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agenda: To be elaborated on below&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venue: Cataract Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grouping: Friendship groups of about 20-odd people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a one hour EXTREMELY AWKWARD bus ride to Cataract next to KENNY of all people, (&lt;i&gt;during which he did not hesitate to point out that if it was Cataract &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;SOUTH&lt;/span&gt; Park he'd be dead &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;MULTIPLE TIMES IN EPIC WAYS&lt;/span&gt; - oh, how I wish that was the case?&lt;/i&gt;), we finally arrived INTACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We formed a huge group, but then because of complications Hong had to leave with 3 other people.&lt;br /&gt;People remaining: Myself, Jeff, Jono, Jason, Selena, Kenny, Bryan, Kyle, Joseph, Evan, Winson, Carolyn, Mandy, Eunice, Cheryl, Alex etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Agenda #1 - HIGH ROPES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do a buddy system thing, so I ended up buddying with Jono, who went first. AND GOODNESS WAS I FREAKED OUT FOR HIM. I mean, I find it less traumatizing should I die than if I had to witness someone die. Well, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High ropes was like this.&amp;nbsp;One single cable for you to "tightrope" across.&amp;nbsp;Platform. Rope bridge with no handholds. Platform. One single cable with a rope running slanting alongside it. Platform. Four planks attached to rope (&lt;i&gt;kinda like a swing&lt;/i&gt;) with gaps between each plank. Platform. One single cable with slanting handholding ropes next to it. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, Jason was in front of me. Let's just say he got freaked out on the swings and started swinging along in simple harmonic motion (&lt;i&gt;no shit, that's how we actually described it when it was happening: that's what you get when you hang out with physics and maths kids - &lt;b&gt;we wanted to name our ABW product &lt;u style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;LOCUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for goodness sake&lt;/i&gt;). As he was stuck there Carolyn and I were stuck on our respective platforms unable to leave. He eventually fell off and had to use brute force to drag himself over to the next platform. Pretty funny, come to think of it, but I was genuinely freaked out when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went across, no problems :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Agenda #2 - OBSTACLE COURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first obstacle course was to climb up something, the go through tires into muddy water and then army crawl. The rest of the course was equally wet and dirty. I remember -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rope Swing - &lt;/b&gt;which involved us grabbing onto a rope and swinging down into water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Gold Mine -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;which involved us crawling through drainpipes filled with water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monkey Bars - &lt;/b&gt;which involved us doing monkey bars over water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overs and Unders -&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;which involved us climbing over and under bars without ever touching the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Harbour Bridge - &lt;/b&gt;which involved us holding our hands out like planes, singing the aeroplane jelly song whilst running as fast as possible across a suspension bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Spider Web - &lt;/b&gt;which involved us climbing over, well, a spider web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Flying Fox - &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;which involved us climbing between something and then grabbing on to a bar and swinging ourselves across a gap. A BEEG gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And random things I forgot which involved climbing, crawling, mud and dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a really tall structure that required climbing, and when we got to the top we came down through a spider web thingy. The last thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;SIDE NOTE: HOW WE STAYED WARM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It was frigging cold, it just finished drizzling and we were wet through. Many ways we kept warm, out of which only one was really effective (&lt;i&gt;for me&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1) Jogging. Jogging tends to make me feel colder because of all the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;2) Grabbing on to Kenny. Kinda warms the hands really fast, but then it's inappropriate to do so in the presence of &lt;i&gt;someone's somebody&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;3) Hitting Joseph, then warming our hands on his injuries. Because his blood rushes to the spot we hit. However, that is just so mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;4) Jono, Jason, Evan and I hugging four-way so tightly and we DON'T LET GO FOR AGES. Throughout the entire course the four of us were just random hugging each other to stay warm. But four-way is pretty much effective; warmed us up instantly. Only problems: when we let go we get colder, and we can't really walk that way. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;TRUST ME, WE TRIED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Agenda #3 - SHOWERING AND LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This deserves a special mention on its own, because the toilets are so close together we can hear the boys screaming: "Who's got shampoo?!" "Who's got extra shoes?!" "Who's using all the hot water?!" (&lt;i&gt;Answer to that: Probably me, the guy only shouted that after I turned my tap on&lt;/i&gt;) "Hey XXX DON'T WEE IN THE SHOWERS!" And the worst of all: &lt;u&gt;"WHO'S GOT A HOLE IN THEIR SHOWERS? I WANNA PERV ON GIRLS."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Girls: Dudes, do you all ALWAYS shout when you're in the showers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Guy who shall not be named: No, only because (&lt;i&gt;another guy who shall not be named&lt;/i&gt;) was peeing in the showers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Agenda #4 - ABSEILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went abseiling. Which Jason refused to go on until later. Most people chose to sit out on this one, even more than the amount of people who chose to sit out on the mud *cough cough, ladies*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abseiling down the side of four cargo containers made me realise how much I love the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time ended: 3.30p.m., but there was a one hour bus ride back. And then I had to catch TWO MORE BUSES BACK HOME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Epilogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to my sister shaking me, telling me that it's time to wake up for work. I discovered that I was so stiff I could barely move, and it was with much convincing that I managed to get my bum off the bed. Well, not really, I spotted a cockroach and proceeded to trap it and squash it with my left hand. THAT got my attention alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can;t yawn because my neck muscles would protest, and the arm I held behind my back during abseiling? Kinda ruined from shoulder blade downwards. Ouch. Not to mention the papers I had to carry today *wince*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, it has been an awesome three days, and I'd do it again if I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;TO YEAR 12! HUZZAH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7073192694769612252?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7073192694769612252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/pdhpe-25-hour-course-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7073192694769612252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7073192694769612252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/pdhpe-25-hour-course-update.html' title='PDHPE 25 Hour Course Update'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5869398910240395662</id><published>2011-12-15T20:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:37:18.079+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation Termination</title><content type='html'>I'm off my month-long hiatus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5869398910240395662?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5869398910240395662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/hibernation-termination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5869398910240395662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5869398910240395662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/12/hibernation-termination.html' title='Hibernation Termination'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4912703014466044112</id><published>2011-11-04T15:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:23:07.179+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ABW Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Chapter 1 (27th October 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to school in mufti and found our groups and our offices. First things first: Prioritise. Which in our case was to plaster all transparent glass windows and walls with newspaper and other handy stuff. And then we chose our CEO, who ended up being Jono because Jason has no faith in me :P Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had to decide on a group name, and a group product, which took around 5 hours before the entire group agreed on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Name: Gemini Sports&lt;br /&gt;Product: Surfboards&lt;br /&gt;Team members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wendy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sauda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Britney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claudia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I proceeded to screw up our entire share prices as I didn't have the time to read the manual. Damn manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Chapter 2 (28th October 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having read the entire manual the night before over and over again, I managed to have the calculations for various things firmly implanted into my head. So Bryan and I debated over and over again, and between the two of us share prices rose to a high of 15.91. Second place. And of course our next door neighbours &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;(Mels, that was LWY)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;weren't very happy and banged on our walls, and we retaliated by banging on ours too. Guess who got told off? No prizes if you guessed me O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Chapter 3 (31st October 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having done no filming at all during the weekend, the marketing team minus Janet plus Bryan (therefore meaning Jason, Claudia, Britney, Sarah and Bryan) went out to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Jason: If you screw up our share prices I will do awful things to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Bryan: Call me 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: F off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share prices dropped a bit and then rose again, and we could account for why it dropped, so I am stuill well and alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Kenny stole Bryan's copy of the company report. Grawh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Chapter 4 (1st November 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next door neighbours were annoying. Hell annoying. In response to their annoying-ness, I've downloaded heavy metal and screamo punk rock and blasted it at maximum volume at their windows, resulting in them retaliating by blasting Justin Bieber back at us. So we sang it loudly back at them, so all in all I pity those walking about outside our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reported Kenny's group for sabotage, and guess what? Slater said it was considered as espionage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made three decisions today, and by the end of the day I was dead tired, and also dead annoyed at the fact that I had to make up a report estimating our figures for our last quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Chapter 5 (2nd November 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINAL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning we went over to CEO Jono's house. Well we were supposed to be there at 9.00 a.m. but he called me at 8.30 asking me where I was. I was outside his door about to yell his name. I had to help Jeff with the reports, and Jeff was there way early. Then the rest (except Bryan, Britney and Janet) came. Claudia brought her sister in to bake cupcakes for us. For our trade display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random story: Jono has a dog called Suki. But it's not pronounced Suki. Jason demonstrated to me that the dog answers better to "SOOKIK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10.30, those of us who were not already SUITED UP! changed into our suits, took photos and then marched down to school. In heels. There were seven of us in suits, so we attracted shitloads of attention. Yes, shitloads is an SI unit. At one point, Wendy and I went barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed in to school and after rollcall, rushed to print our report. Which was when Jeff noticed that he BROKE HIS USB IN HALF. We were rushing so he just chucked his laptop into his bag, not realising that it landed squarely on his USB that was still in the port. AND THE FINISHED REPORT WAS IN HIS USB. All my hard work from the night before, GONE! And so we submitted a report that was like, jumped from page 14 to 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to give our oral presentations (aimed at shareholders). When it was Hong (Kenny's CEO's) turn, he looked at Mr. Slater and said: "Sir, no need for a microphone. No need for a script." And he threw his script away. He started pacing back and forth in the library, winging it as he went because there was an awesome presentation before him and he claims that he had to do something different to stand a chance. So his team was called Ulti-Mate. And he just kept giving his speech and then suddenly he was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have been consistently stable in share prices. We know this because of our own estimates, the industry reports and (&lt;i&gt;pauses to look at me, gives me a cheeky grin&lt;/i&gt;) thanks to Gemini Sports' generous donation of company reports." So I was at the aisle, and I kicked him in the shin. GRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also ended his speech with "We're Ulti-Mate. Your Ultimate Mate. Your Ultimate Choice." LOL, Barney Stinson-esque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when it was Jono and Wendy's turn, Jono was like: "I've got it covered." So they gave their speeches as planned, and then suddenly at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now as you all know, Ulti-Mate referred to our reports while making their decisions. Which means that we are an 'inspirational figure' to them. We must be doing something right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS LOLS LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decorated trade displays, which required the CEO to run home and get stuff left behind. He came back in casual gear, so I ditched the annoying skirt and heels too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then trade display, where we who were not involved could do whatever we liked. We ended up throwing candy at a second floor window to see who could get it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then presentation, and Mels, LWY didn't win a thing. Whereas we got third in simulation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy of all joys, ABW is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4912703014466044112?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4912703014466044112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/11/abw-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4912703014466044112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4912703014466044112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/11/abw-update.html' title='ABW Update'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-536491543065435815</id><published>2011-10-08T08:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:27:31.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peeps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peeps" to me is a term of endearment. I use it to refer to my friends in general, or to people in general. Imagine my surprise when in this book it means "parasite positive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a book about parasites, which are described in great &lt;s&gt;stomach-turning&lt;/s&gt; detail (I thought it was alright, my sister thought it was gross) in all the even chapters. What makes this parasite different is that it turns people into vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not another &lt;i&gt;vampire&lt;/i&gt; book, I hear you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. The book introduces us to a world where a cannibalistic dementia-causing parasite threatens the population through the perspective of Cal Thompson, who contracted the parasite when he lost his virginity to a girl who picked him up in a gay bar. Fortunate for him, he turns out to be a natural carrier and so does not exhibit symptoms such as dementia and cannibalism, although he does have an awesome appetite for raw steak. Unfortunately, he also has extreme horniness, which is bad seeing that he can't even share a toothbrush with a girl, let alone other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I mention that he works with the Night Watch in controlling the spread of this parasite, and that the first few peeps he had to catch were his own ex-girlfriends? Not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the presence of another girl (Lace!) and a conspiracy theory thickens the plot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the book, of course. I like anything grisly or gory or one that subverts the vampire genre. However, I didn't like the convenient way in which the conspiracy was dealt with, but all in all I could live with the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Open-ended conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Last Days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continues on (goodness how long after) Cal and Lace. And it is not from the perspective of Cal and Lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 friends: Moz, Zahler, Pearl, Alana Ray and Minerva have since formed a band and are one way or another dragged into the whole peeps business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because Minerva is a parasite-positive, and Moz has contracted it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into great detail, as everyone who read the above would already know about the parasite, but this band is one heck of a dysfunctional group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moz ends up smashing his own guitar. Zahler seems to be dimwitted. Pearl is bossy and controlling. Alana Ray is crazy (most probably some extreme form of synesthesia, although it is referred to as "autism" the condition has never been specified) and Minerva, who is sexy but a bit weird (duh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book jumps from perspective to perspective, giving you ultimately a bird's eye view of the plot, but in the expense of character development. In a way, I as a reader do not feel connected to all the characters in the same way (I like Zahler most) but maybe that is the way the author likes the plot played out. Pick a side. Any side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band trying to make it big finds themselves thrust out to the spotlight when they discover that the sound they have is the soundtrack to the apocalypse. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the less extensive character development and the slightly jarring ending, I find both Peeps and The Last Days entertaining and a welcome change from the other four-book long vampire/werewolf/love triangle series that has been captivating the attentions of teenaged girls for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-536491543065435815?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/536491543065435815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/536491543065435815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/536491543065435815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-1.html' title='Book Review #1'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-6840001946465605771</id><published>2011-10-06T22:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:20:42.992+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Why is it that just when I think I'm all right I start to regress all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs something. Guard your heart. I so have to look for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-6840001946465605771?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6840001946465605771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6840001946465605771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6840001946465605771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1268045123241729621</id><published>2011-10-06T10:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:01:59.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Update 2 - Fun Nite</title><content type='html'>Fun Night: (n.) A night when more than 1 person has fun, usually in a group. An organised event, does not refer to when two individuals sit at home and play video games the whole night. Fun here refers to a certain degree of socialisation and usually involves things one would never do in broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Night 1&lt;br /&gt;Games. Broken up into groups by birthdates (year not taken into account) and I ended up being at the end. Anyways, because my group was filled with uncles and me and another youth, we ended up being the ones blindfolded etc. Then played change something random about yourself. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Night 2&lt;br /&gt;This is where the fun begins. We were supposed to perform something with our groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Group #1: A skit about Abraham and Sarah, including the whole 'Isaac got circumcised' things.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: Grown men in nappies and dummies, just because they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Group #2: They did the macarena while using that to talk about God's word.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: That pseudospanishindian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Group #3: Singing "Say A Prayer For You" while praying to God.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights: "Thank you God for making make up to make me pretty. Because I'm worth it."&lt;br /&gt;"God, I know my car is old and unreliable. But I don't want any car. I WANT A MERCEDES BENZ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Group #4: Doing a skit about a plane that was about to crash, and how the "genius" jumped off with a backpack instead of a parachute.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight: Samantha going: "DADDY DON'T DIEEEEEEE!" from the audience because she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Group #5: Doing a skit about how John's life sucks. *rubs head and turns around in circle*&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Chern doing a mychonny imitation "You are A-SIAN! NOT B-SIAN! HOW CAN YOU GET 99.95? WHERE IS THE OTHER 0.05?"&lt;br /&gt;Connie singing popular from Wicked, and John reading from his palm "You don't really have to do that."&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Winny going: "John my favourite nephew, I'll help you get girls."&lt;br /&gt;John: "I'm fat again. Ahh, life sucks."&lt;br /&gt;My dad pretending to be a druglord. According to the other people he was a natural. *shifty look* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was the youth! We did Breaking Free and well, that's all I'm gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then open dancefloor, and someone stomped on my ankle in the middle of some crazy hopping along dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1268045123241729621?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1268045123241729621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/camp-update-2-fun-nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1268045123241729621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1268045123241729621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/camp-update-2-fun-nite.html' title='Camp Update 2 - Fun Nite'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8812299290153194805</id><published>2011-10-04T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:36:17.068+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Update 1 - Injury Inventory</title><content type='html'>Just came back from camp, a bit groggy and don't really feel like posting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'll do an injury inventory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x bruised forearm&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Volleyball. Boys here are not only freakishly tall and freakishly strong, they also spike with two hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x sore shoulder blade muscle&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Volleyball. Haven't touched a ball let alone served a ball in 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x sore bicep&lt;br /&gt;Cause: I'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x painful side&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Soccer. A stitch and from diving to the ground as a goalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x bruised knee&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 x painful thighs&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Zumba. I am an unfit person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x sore back&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Trying and failing miserably at doing a kip-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am extremely unfit. Ahhh life sucks (rubs head like John :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the next unsleepy update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8812299290153194805?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8812299290153194805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/camp-update-1-injury-inventory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8812299290153194805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8812299290153194805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/10/camp-update-1-injury-inventory.html' title='Camp Update 1 - Injury Inventory'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3606201515380964863</id><published>2011-09-26T14:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T14:49:44.519+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Ain't too bad for now. Just keep guitaring whenever possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the icon I have on the tabs! I have accomplished my short-term mission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3606201515380964863?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3606201515380964863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3606201515380964863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3606201515380964863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3260259327187200326</id><published>2011-09-25T18:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:05:03.737+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Post 6</title><content type='html'>Economics! And now I am on holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3260259327187200326?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3260259327187200326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3260259327187200326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3260259327187200326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-6.html' title='Exam Post 6'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-478591764389211676</id><published>2011-09-21T09:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:15:39.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Post 5</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've screwed up my maths extension enough to guarantee that I will not step foot in a maths extension 2 class. Translated to easy layman language: I AM SCREWED. BECAUSE I CAN'T DROP CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently toying with the idea of farewelling my Chinese class for the rest of my life, It's not that I'm not good at it, it's just. The classes are too tedious, the exam too stressful. I can't write 4 English essays and short answer question in 3 hours, let alone do it in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the class and the teacher are issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh my Maths Extension. WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got one of the harder papers compared to past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Economics in two days. Two and a half chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-478591764389211676?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/478591764389211676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/478591764389211676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/478591764389211676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-5.html' title='Exam Post 5'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-6559180841746526634</id><published>2011-09-16T15:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:04:56.805+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Post 4</title><content type='html'>Hardest Physics paper ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaked out at the easiest question resulting in a huge bunch of cross outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-6559180841746526634?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6559180841746526634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6559180841746526634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6559180841746526634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-4.html' title='Exam Post 4'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8563076735321279406</id><published>2011-09-15T12:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:30:09.442+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Post 3</title><content type='html'>Chemistry exams, I've seen worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed out one answer so many times I eventually drew a square around my answer and labelled ANSWER on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my past maths test paper! Happy or not, I don't know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8563076735321279406?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8563076735321279406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8563076735321279406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8563076735321279406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-3.html' title='Exam Post 3'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3274076697477833334</id><published>2011-09-14T15:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:28:54.979+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Post 2</title><content type='html'>So I had my Maths exam sitting on the stage in the hall, facing a Korean boy who is in the same predicament as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find our seats. They didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese exam means writing four essays in three hours, plus other random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to think that Scott Westerfeld is a genius author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3274076697477833334?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3274076697477833334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3274076697477833334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3274076697477833334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-2.html' title='Exam Post 2'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1164167782909897502</id><published>2011-09-09T13:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:23:51.831+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Post 1</title><content type='html'>And so we had English assessment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably one of the hardest papers in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing was also so off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1164167782909897502?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1164167782909897502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1164167782909897502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1164167782909897502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/exam-post-1.html' title='Exam Post 1'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-7230448616273403342</id><published>2011-09-02T07:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T07:28:35.248+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I?</title><content type='html'>Recently in Chinese class we're learning about ABCs and how they should retain they're Chinese culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this character in the story that declares: "I am Chinese American. Chinese as in race. I am not 'A Chinese in America', and am DEFINITELY not 'A Chinese Temporarily Living In America'. I am American, Chinese in race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher says that is not the right way to behave, that she is denying her Chinese identity. But I agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Chinese-Malaysian (or as we call it, MaChine). Malaysian in nationality Chinese in heritage. I am NOT Chinese alone. I am NOT from China. I WILL NEVER be Chinese in nationality. In my opinion, I am NOT denying my Chinese identity when I list it out clearly as to what I am and what I'm not. I am merely drawing lines to my identity to avoid being confused with other humans who look like me, talk like me, but is not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the story the character has been to China. She looks around at her and she says "I see a lot of black haired black eyed yellow skinned people. They look like me, but I am not one of them. I do not talk like them, except maybe the same language. Neither do I dress like them, walk like them, smile like them or behave like them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I agree wholly with her statement. The teacher insists that you can't tell the difference between an ABC and a mainland Chinese. NONSENSE. You can and you forever will. A Chinese born here takes on a different look. One born in Malaysia or Indonesia has a different look. One born in China, raised purebred Chinese then brought here at the age of 10 has another look. And the mainland Chinese who just landed, whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably guess correctly 80% of the time. Which proves my point that there is a difference. The teacher says NO. She says that no matter what you guess, you'd say they'd be Chinese anyway. So all in all they are all CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister: I'VE ONLY GOT CHINESE BLOOD IN ME. DO YOU WANT ME TO LOOK INDIAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note NONE of us Malaysian Chinese actually look Chinese CHINESE. As compared to them we look less pure. Our skin is less yellow, our eyes less almond-shaped, and our eyes and hair are not as dark as theirs. We obviously talk differently, and we obviously smile differently, dress differently and walk differently. We obviously are not Mainland Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher insists that if an ABC cannot reconcile the fact that all in all he/she is Chinese, he/she will have an identity crisis. I find that unfair. Why must we, the Chinese who are not born in China accept and believe that we are Chinese when we so obviously are not? Even your Mainland Chinese will say that we are not one of 'them'. The fact that you insist that we be something we are not is the cause of the identity crisis. Why can't you accept how we define ourselves, instead of judging us and trying to drill into us that WE ARE CHINESE NO MATTER WHERE WE'RE BORN BECAUSE WE HAVE BLACK HAIR BLACK EYES AND YELLOW SKIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were all of you who insist that we return to our roots when my ancestors tried to return to China from Nanyang? If you gladly let them leave YOU deal with the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Chinese. I am Chinese-Malaysian. Chinese-Malaysian living in Australia. Malaysian by nationality, Malaysian by culture, Malaysian by birth, Malaysian by choice. I am Chinese by heritage, Chinese by blood, Chinese by name, Chinese by lineage. And I am Australian. Australian by migration, Australian by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY should be allowed to tell me to return to my roots. NOBODY should be allowed to tell me to &lt;i&gt;balik Cina&lt;/i&gt;. NOBODY should be allowed to define MY identity. How I choose to identify myself, so be it. How I choose to label myself, accept it. I can be "Sarawakian Chinese born in Selangor raised in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and now living in Australia.". Or I can just be Zi Ying, and you know what? My lineage, my culture, my bloodline, my identity, all that crap, it doesn't really matter, and it shouldn't matter before you know the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I? I am human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7230448616273403342?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7230448616273403342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7230448616273403342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7230448616273403342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-am-i.html' title='What Am I?'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-829979911868126581</id><published>2011-08-08T14:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:26:55.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Joys</title><content type='html'>I resolve to look at life through rose coloured glasses. No, I'm not gonna be on cloud nine. I just wanna be more optimistic and hopeful. Because life is not an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the greatest difference between life and death. Life is never accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then why am I here? I still don't know for sure yet. But I'm still searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I resolve to appreciate little things like a rainbow after the rain. The romantic view of the falling leaves of autumn. The beautiful sunrise to mark a new day. The fact that tomorrow is always a second chance at life granted to me. The cold wind on my face. The warm sun on my skin. The fact that I always have something to do. The fact that I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on Zi Ying, less complaints more admirations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-829979911868126581?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/829979911868126581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-little-joys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/829979911868126581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/829979911868126581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-little-joys.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Joys'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2185506507757801667</id><published>2011-08-06T08:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:10:25.155+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Cassie's blog never fails to remind me that I shouldn't take for granted the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a great encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say that shit happens in life because God wants it to, but at the same time He'll lead you through it. I learnt that yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that the simplest joys on Earth could be the most morbid ones, but I always take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for another morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2185506507757801667?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2185506507757801667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/08/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2185506507757801667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2185506507757801667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/08/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-8456268347870183551</id><published>2011-07-27T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:21:37.774+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>Inspiration comes in many forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I shall constantly remind myself not to judge &lt;s&gt;fobs&lt;/s&gt; mainland Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also remember that angsty underground rock music is my way of expressing my undulated feelings for everything around me and others may not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that writing to my future self would be an awesome albeit weird way to keep track of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I should really quit talking to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8456268347870183551?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8456268347870183551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8456268347870183551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8456268347870183551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-125063388535736403</id><published>2011-07-20T16:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:02:44.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding Horizons Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>Did HYC ever sing Juliette Lai's arrangement of SSP to the lady herself? Because today we sang a song composed by Dan Walker whilst he was conducting us. Let's just say I feel bad for him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's rehearsal was HUGE. TWENTY-EFFING-SEVEN SCHOOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked from Burwood Station to Burwood Girls High. And sang Never Never Land to an ORCHESTRA. ORCHESTRA BAYBEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned out to be just as exciting as Choral Fest 09 when we had the string ensemble :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORCHESTRA, BAYBEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so excited. Now I can't wait for concert day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE WOOOOOOOOOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity of the lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be singing four songs: Never Never Land, Haba Na Haba, Alleluia, and Higher Ground. Higher Ground requires a high A. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in the mood to break into song over and over again, but then I have an essay to write and another to memorise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE, BAYBEH! WOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'll leave :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-125063388535736403?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/125063388535736403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/expanding-horizons-rehearsal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/125063388535736403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/125063388535736403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/expanding-horizons-rehearsal.html' title='Expanding Horizons Rehearsal'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8583770993076086605</id><published>2011-07-16T07:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:02:06.259+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Now</title><content type='html'>I said&lt;br /&gt;Planning&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;That goes nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Is definitely not right&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what will be&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about what was&lt;br /&gt;We know we have no future&lt;br /&gt;(Don't think about it)&lt;br /&gt;We're doomed from the start&lt;br /&gt;(Don't care a bit)&lt;br /&gt;Live a little on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Live without regrets&lt;br /&gt;Live life love&lt;br /&gt;Live in the&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;And I'm&lt;br /&gt;Living in the past&lt;br /&gt;Leaving in the future&lt;br /&gt;But nowhere&lt;br /&gt;In the&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8583770993076086605?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8583770993076086605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8583770993076086605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8583770993076086605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/now.html' title='Now'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-400835410625887476</id><published>2011-07-14T08:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:30:40.134+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN Siri 9/2012 Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqqaoDVuXt8/Th4cI4PKE0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Vq_K_EFw2WA/s1600/Capture.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqqaoDVuXt8/Th4cI4PKE0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Vq_K_EFw2WA/s320/Capture.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Zi Ying 1 Malaysia 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel says that if you get NS it's a sign Malaysia doesn't want you and wants you gone. Not for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at it the other way it's Malaysia doesn't like me enough to want me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Ying 1 Malaysia 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no NS for me. That means no M16 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart move, Malaysia. Smart move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-400835410625887476?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/400835410625887476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/plkn-siri-92012-part-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/400835410625887476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/400835410625887476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/plkn-siri-92012-part-three.html' title='PLKN Siri 9/2012 Part Three'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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/-aqqaoDVuXt8/Th4cI4PKE0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Vq_K_EFw2WA/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-4232000239518939768</id><published>2011-07-13T04:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T04:39:28.567+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN Siri 9/2012 Part Two</title><content type='html'>It's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website is STILL not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I still waiting for the site to start working? Can't find a good reason the server just won't log in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4232000239518939768?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4232000239518939768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/plkn-siri-92012-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4232000239518939768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4232000239518939768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/plkn-siri-92012-part-two.html' title='PLKN Siri 9/2012 Part Two'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4429173738074025789</id><published>2011-07-11T13:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:50:01.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN Siri 9/2012 Part One</title><content type='html'>DJ has a tradition of being one of the schools that offer the most students up for NS. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm so far away, I've received news from sources that say another girl in the same situation as I am in now has already been selected for NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I don't mind National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the laggy website still hasn't spouted anything useful for me despite a combined three hours of refreshing over two days. I'm not even deemed worthy enough to be given a chance to input my IC number,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I mention the annoying clueless friend who wants to know everything that does not concern him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting and waiting now for two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The damned site to come on.&lt;br /&gt;2) The not-so damned friend to come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we argued over PLKN among many other Malaysia-related political stuff, why can't we freak out over it together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ONE more click on the refresh button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, stuck in a rut of F5s~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll be taking it as a gap year if I get it. I mean, why ever the heck not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4429173738074025789?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4429173738074025789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/plkn-siri-92012-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4429173738074025789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4429173738074025789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/07/plkn-siri-92012-part-one.html' title='PLKN Siri 9/2012 Part One'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5915265510334393257</id><published>2011-06-08T08:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:09:13.007+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Carnival</title><content type='html'>This is for you Mels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Sports Carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the stupid exam policy, I had to go to school and hence the carnival yesterday. And boy was it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the bored person that I am, I joined two events. A 100m sprint, and shot putt. Failed not-so epicly, but at least I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then and then AND THEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH OR DARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most 18SX game of Truth or Dare I've ever played in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;1) A guy had to do push-ups on top of a girl lying down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;2) A girl had to go inside the guy's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;3) So many people had to slap each other/pinch faces/touch butts/hug passionately&lt;br /&gt;4) A guy and a girl had to kiss each other on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;5) A guy and a girl had to rub noses&lt;br /&gt;6) A guy had to piggyback a girl&lt;br /&gt;7) A girl had to grind a guy&lt;br /&gt;8) A guy had to grind a guy&lt;br /&gt;9) A guy had to propose to a girl&lt;br /&gt;10) A guy and a girl had to hug the sweaty racer who just finished the 1500m race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[One of the racers figured out that something was wrong and wouldn't come near the guy and girl, so the guy jumped the fence and chased him down the track.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made this guy go into the girl's toilet. So we were all distracting the teachers, and he ran in. When they caught him... We had to explain it was for truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Teacher: Oh. I thought so. I was young once you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made two guys spin 20 times on the spot violently, then sprint at each other for a big BIG &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; hug. It was soooo funny to see "drunk" people trying to hug :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we played two truths and a lie, and also truths and nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[You should have seen the truths given. They could make a guilty person blush. Luckily because I am soooo innocent I have nothing to hide XP]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dares involve: Dancing like a cowboy while crossing the road, singing a patriotic song (I love this dare, Thank you HYC!), singing the national anthem, barking like a dog, and the worst one: smacking everyone in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_________o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never this bad in DJ. The worst we used to do was... &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Push Jeffrey into the girl's toilet when he leasts expects it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought. You know what, I think we WERE on our way to becoming this bad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, I'm gonna try again next year~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5915265510334393257?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5915265510334393257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/06/sports-carnival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5915265510334393257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5915265510334393257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/06/sports-carnival.html' title='Sports Carnival'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1746662598941330372</id><published>2011-05-27T07:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:12:00.084+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 30 - Your Favourite Song This Time Last Year</title><content type='html'>I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about TWO YEARS AGO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/o0c-kC8xZ-I/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0c-kC8xZ-I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0c-kC8xZ-I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, Iusedtobelovedrunk~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1746662598941330372?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1746662598941330372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-30-your-favourite-song-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1746662598941330372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1746662598941330372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-30-your-favourite-song-this-time.html' title='Day 30 - Your Favourite Song This Time Last Year'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-6310619966738400120</id><published>2011-05-26T07:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:11:00.647+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 29 - A Song From Your Childhood</title><content type='html'>THIS ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/WpYeekQkAdc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpYeekQkAdc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpYeekQkAdc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, Iwassix~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-6310619966738400120?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6310619966738400120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-29-song-from-your-childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6310619966738400120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6310619966738400120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-29-song-from-your-childhood.html' title='Day 29 - A Song From Your Childhood'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-393699627945533423</id><published>2011-05-25T07:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:09:00.288+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 28 - A Song That Makes You Feel Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/cjVQ36NhbMk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjVQ36NhbMk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjVQ36NhbMk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, noquestions~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-393699627945533423?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/393699627945533423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-28-song-that-makes-you-feel-guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/393699627945533423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/393699627945533423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-28-song-that-makes-you-feel-guilty.html' title='Day 28 - A Song That Makes You Feel Guilty'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3696466943077975230</id><published>2011-05-24T07:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:05:00.281+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 27 - A Song That You Wish You Could Play</title><content type='html'>Which song do I wish I could play on an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can play this song, because the guitar is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/aCyGvGEtOwc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, businessofmisery~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3696466943077975230?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3696466943077975230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-27-song-that-you-wish-you-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3696466943077975230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3696466943077975230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-27-song-that-you-wish-you-could.html' title='Day 27 - A Song That You Wish You Could Play'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2712750953614264093</id><published>2011-05-23T07:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:05:43.897+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 26 - A Song That You Can Play On An Instrument</title><content type='html'>This song, because I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/pIz2K3ArrWk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIz2K3ArrWk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIz2K3ArrWk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, spacesbetweenfingers~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2712750953614264093?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2712750953614264093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-26-song-that-you-can-play-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2712750953614264093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2712750953614264093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-26-song-that-you-can-play-on.html' title='Day 26 - A Song That You Can Play On An Instrument'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-86088017069973400</id><published>2011-05-21T08:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T08:21:00.349+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 25 - A Song That Makes You Laugh</title><content type='html'>I laugh EVERYTIME I see the start of this MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/nzY2Qcu5i2A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzY2Qcu5i2A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzY2Qcu5i2A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, whiteguysain'tTHATfly~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-86088017069973400?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/86088017069973400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-25-song-that-makes-you-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/86088017069973400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/86088017069973400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-25-song-that-makes-you-laugh.html' title='Day 25 - A Song That Makes You Laugh'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1925414408253839366</id><published>2011-05-20T08:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:19:00.597+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 24 - A Song That You Want To Play At Your Funeral</title><content type='html'>I'll cheat on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die young, I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't die young, I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/FLNAt9ujmXY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLNAt9ujmXY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLNAt9ujmXY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, byebye~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1925414408253839366?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1925414408253839366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-24-song-that-you-want-to-play-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1925414408253839366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1925414408253839366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-24-song-that-you-want-to-play-at.html' title='Day 24 - A Song That You Want To Play At Your Funeral'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-194262274587126819</id><published>2011-05-19T08:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:17:00.270+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 23 - A Song That You Want To Play At Your Funeral</title><content type='html'>I HOPE THIS SONG IS AVAILABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I will be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/Mjknx4so2b0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mjknx4so2b0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mjknx4so2b0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, wecanonlyhavesomanydances~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-194262274587126819?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/194262274587126819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-23-song-that-you-want-to-play-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/194262274587126819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/194262274587126819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-23-song-that-you-want-to-play-at.html' title='Day 23 - A Song That You Want To Play At Your Funeral'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4992010294979066554</id><published>2011-05-18T08:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T08:16:00.689+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 22 - A Song That You Listen To When You're Sad</title><content type='html'>No one's heard of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/7qH4qyi1-Ys/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qH4qyi1-Ys&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qH4qyi1-Ys&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, watchingyouwalkaway~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4992010294979066554?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4992010294979066554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-22-song-that-you-listen-to-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4992010294979066554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4992010294979066554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-22-song-that-you-listen-to-when.html' title='Day 22 - A Song That You Listen To When You&apos;re Sad'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3237968456375572631</id><published>2011-05-17T08:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T08:14:00.105+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 21 - A Song That You Listen To When You're Happy</title><content type='html'>Undeniably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/wmXQFwlD7vk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmXQFwlD7vk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmXQFwlD7vk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, gottherightamountofleather~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3237968456375572631?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3237968456375572631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-21-song-that-you-listen-to-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3237968456375572631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3237968456375572631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-21-song-that-you-listen-to-when.html' title='Day 21 - A Song That You Listen To When You&apos;re Happy'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5152630936002708886</id><published>2011-05-16T08:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:14:47.753+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 20 - A Song That You Listen To When You're Angry</title><content type='html'>This is tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say Feel Good Drag by Anberlin, but that has already been used for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-11-song-from-your-favorite-band.html"&gt;Day 11&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ysSxxIqKNN0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, everylieandeverytruththatyoudeny~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5152630936002708886?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5152630936002708886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-20-song-that-you-listen-to-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5152630936002708886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5152630936002708886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-20-song-that-you-listen-to-when.html' title='Day 20 - A Song That You Listen To When You&apos;re Angry'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2298399194249583645</id><published>2011-05-14T08:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:53:10.443+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 19 - A Song From Your Favourite Album</title><content type='html'>My favourite album is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities by Anberlin? I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/CS-ItyyVQJE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS-ItyyVQJE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS-ItyyVQJE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, fin~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2298399194249583645?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2298399194249583645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-19-song-from-your-favourite-album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2298399194249583645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2298399194249583645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-19-song-from-your-favourite-album.html' title='Day 19 - A Song From Your Favourite Album'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3488790493569627264</id><published>2011-05-13T08:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:01:26.597+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 18 - A Song That You Wish You Heard On The Radio</title><content type='html'>I wish I could say I heard about this song from the radio, but unfortunately it was from Siew Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/jv7oa57lPNA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jv7oa57lPNA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jv7oa57lPNA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, wakeofdevastation~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3488790493569627264?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3488790493569627264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-18-song-that-you-wish-you-heard-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3488790493569627264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3488790493569627264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-18-song-that-you-wish-you-heard-on.html' title='Day 18 - A Song That You Wish You Heard On The Radio'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-7966981239328299065</id><published>2011-05-12T08:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:16:17.746+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 17 - A Song That You Hear Often On The Radio</title><content type='html'>As we all know, radios over-play songs. So I'm picking this because I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/kbpqZT_56Ns/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbpqZT_56Ns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbpqZT_56Ns&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, gimmesomerope!~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7966981239328299065?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7966981239328299065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-17-song-that-you-hear-often-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7966981239328299065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7966981239328299065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-17-song-that-you-hear-often-on.html' title='Day 17 - A Song That You Hear Often On The Radio'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-7132062135420895996</id><published>2011-05-11T20:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T20:38:00.463+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16 - A Song You Used To Love But Now Hate</title><content type='html'>There are many songs like that, seeing that I go through many song-genre-phases. But this takes the prize (because it's probably the only song I used to love than hate with a vengeance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/2IH8tNQAzSs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IH8tNQAzSs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IH8tNQAzSs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, youknowwhat?forgetit~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7132062135420895996?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7132062135420895996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-16-song-you-used-to-love-but-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7132062135420895996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7132062135420895996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-16-song-you-used-to-love-but-now.html' title='Day 16 - A Song You Used To Love But Now Hate'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4425218702674009380</id><published>2011-05-10T08:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:31:00.884+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 15 - A Song That Describes You</title><content type='html'>I've liked this song since I listened to it because of well, the first couple of lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my sister says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This sounds like something you would do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/tMH7W5iA488/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMH7W5iA488&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMH7W5iA488&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, pushedyouinthepoolatourhighschoolreunion~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4425218702674009380?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4425218702674009380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-15-song-that-describes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4425218702674009380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4425218702674009380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-15-song-that-describes-you.html' title='Day 15 - A Song That Describes You'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5720593061162731464</id><published>2011-05-09T08:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:27:00.535+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 14 - A Song That No One Would Expect You To Love</title><content type='html'>No one really expects me to like girly-girl love songs. Only this one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/_YtzsUdSC_I/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YtzsUdSC_I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YtzsUdSC_I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, Inevertoldyou~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5720593061162731464?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5720593061162731464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-14-song-that-no-one-would-expect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5720593061162731464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5720593061162731464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-14-song-that-no-one-would-expect.html' title='Day 14 - A Song That No One Would Expect You To Love'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1294537983603661186</id><published>2011-05-08T20:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:22:17.718+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13 - A Song That Is Your Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>Well... This one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/39YUXIKrOFk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/39YUXIKrOFk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/39YUXIKrOFk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, thisblogistoosexyforyou~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1294537983603661186?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1294537983603661186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-13-song-that-is-your-guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1294537983603661186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1294537983603661186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-13-song-that-is-your-guilty.html' title='Day 13 - A Song That Is Your Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3874663454688238979</id><published>2011-05-07T08:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:40:00.346+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12 - A Song From A Band You Hate</title><content type='html'>I hate The Pussycat Dolls. They're known for sexing things up, not for singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/K0K46C82v9o/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0K46C82v9o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0K46C82v9o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, whenIgrowup~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3874663454688238979?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3874663454688238979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-12-song-from-band-you-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3874663454688238979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3874663454688238979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-12-song-from-band-you-hate.html' title='Day 12 - A Song From A Band You Hate'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-6852961952309665629</id><published>2011-05-06T20:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:40:03.179+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11 - A Song From Your Favorite Band</title><content type='html'>ANBERLIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/R4sqFmSqrSc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4sqFmSqrSc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R4sqFmSqrSc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, wasthisoverbefore?~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-6852961952309665629?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6852961952309665629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-11-song-from-your-favorite-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6852961952309665629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6852961952309665629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-11-song-from-your-favorite-band.html' title='Day 11 - A Song From Your Favorite Band'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5254144278667057735</id><published>2011-05-05T19:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:33:59.996+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10 - A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep</title><content type='html'>This. Is. Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally sleep to music. But I suppose I can sleep to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/zkQqXO_OFYY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkQqXO_OFYY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkQqXO_OFYY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's epic, but in a sleep-inducing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, zzzZZZzzz~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5254144278667057735?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5254144278667057735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-10-song-that-makes-you-fall-asleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5254144278667057735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5254144278667057735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-10-song-that-makes-you-fall-asleep.html' title='Day 10 - A Song That Makes You Fall Asleep'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5465750413124284807</id><published>2011-05-04T19:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:19:01.086+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 09 - A Song That You Can Dance To</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can dance to this. Suckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/hr1U09VsJLQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr1U09VsJLQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr1U09VsJLQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, killer~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5465750413124284807?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5465750413124284807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-09-song-that-you-can-dance-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5465750413124284807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5465750413124284807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-09-song-that-you-can-dance-to.html' title='Day 09 - A Song That You Can Dance To'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-7424946563469735311</id><published>2011-05-03T16:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:30:00.972+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 08 - A Song That You Know All The Words To</title><content type='html'>Sooooo many songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/SeuuzagWCSQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeuuzagWCSQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeuuzagWCSQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Remember 4 Angsana's first term exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, IthinkIshouldknow~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7424946563469735311?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7424946563469735311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-08-song-that-you-know-all-words-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7424946563469735311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7424946563469735311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-08-song-that-you-know-all-words-to.html' title='Day 08 - A Song That You Know All The Words To'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1389726300271121340</id><published>2011-05-02T16:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:00:06.297+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 07 - A Song That Reminds You Of A Certain Event</title><content type='html'>Well... I won't tell you the event, but you can guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/maINUv2H8A0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/maINUv2H8A0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/maINUv2H8A0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Depressing? You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, lastday~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1389726300271121340?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1389726300271121340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-07-song-that-reminds-you-of-certain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1389726300271121340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1389726300271121340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-07-song-that-reminds-you-of-certain.html' title='Day 07 - A Song That Reminds You Of A Certain Event'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2558804271265201107</id><published>2011-05-01T15:57:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:20:10.213+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 06 - A Song That Reminds You Of Somewhere</title><content type='html'>Well, obviously, it would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/tA-Z1xxL6VA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tA-Z1xxL6VA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tA-Z1xxL6VA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, wodeguojia~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2558804271265201107?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2558804271265201107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-06-song-that-reminds-you-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2558804271265201107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2558804271265201107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-06-song-that-reminds-you-of.html' title='Day 06 - A Song That Reminds You Of Somewhere'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-859098784601970743</id><published>2011-04-26T15:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:42:37.522+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 05 - A Song That Reminds You Of Someone</title><content type='html'>I know I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/otCpCn0l4Wo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/otCpCn0l4Wo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/otCpCn0l4Wo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue epic background sounds right about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, ifyou'rereadingthisyou'llknowit'syou~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-859098784601970743?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/859098784601970743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-05-song-that-reminds-you-of-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/859098784601970743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/859098784601970743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-05-song-that-reminds-you-of-someone.html' title='Day 05 - A Song That Reminds You Of Someone'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4805287369630036128</id><published>2011-04-24T17:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:42:50.876+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 04 - A Song That Makes You Sad</title><content type='html'>Meh. I think I'll put THIS :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cool song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/YNKtAm6GVWw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNKtAm6GVWw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNKtAm6GVWw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God heeeeeeeeeelp the outcaaaaaaaastssssssss. God heeeeeeeeeeeeelp the orphaaaaaaaaaaaaans. God heeeeeeeeeelp the chilllllllllldren of GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4805287369630036128?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4805287369630036128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-04-song-that-makes-you-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4805287369630036128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4805287369630036128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-04-song-that-makes-you-sad.html' title='Day 04 - A Song That Makes You Sad'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-6680498009453193134</id><published>2011-04-23T20:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:43:02.624+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 03 - A Song That Makes You Happy</title><content type='html'>Hands down, Selamat Pergi Pahlawanku and Swing Swing Swing AND Gemilang! HYC rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick Gemilang. Because it's easier to sing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/3XByYCdFikE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XByYCdFikE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3XByYCdFikE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, HYCgemilangforever!~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-6680498009453193134?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6680498009453193134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-03-song-that-makes-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6680498009453193134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6680498009453193134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-03-song-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='Day 03 - A Song That Makes You Happy'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2628248689625150930</id><published>2011-04-22T18:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:43:13.642+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 02 - Your Least Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>My least favourite song? I hate reggae. Of any kind. DISGUSTING. I hate Rebecca Black too, but well... Why not pick something that is more obscure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/2XiYUYcpsT4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XiYUYcpsT4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XiYUYcpsT4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously? Can it get any more random than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, nomusicnolife~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2628248689625150930?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2628248689625150930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-02-your-least-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2628248689625150930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2628248689625150930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-02-your-least-favorite-song.html' title='Day 02 - Your Least Favorite Song'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-560422842273663943</id><published>2011-04-21T21:19:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:43:29.512+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 01 - Your Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My favourite song since well... Since I last heard it last year. Awesome song, awesome meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/1Hl_NBTMELo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Hl_NBTMELo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Hl_NBTMELo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;~out, Zi Ying, musicismylife~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-560422842273663943?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/560422842273663943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-01-your-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/560422842273663943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/560422842273663943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-01-your-favorite-song.html' title='Day 01 - Your Favorite Song'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8333703014697263606</id><published>2011-04-20T21:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T21:40:15.153+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>30 Day Song Challenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 01 - Your favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 02 - Your least favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 03 - A song that makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 04 - A song that makes you sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 06 - A song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 08 - A song that you know all the words to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 09 - A song that you can dance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 11 - A song from your favorite band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 12 - A song from a band you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 15 - A song that describes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 16 - A song that you used to love but now hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 17 - A song that you hear often on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 19 - A song from your favorite album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 20 - A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 22 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 29 - A song from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8333703014697263606?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8333703014697263606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-song-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8333703014697263606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8333703014697263606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-day-song-challenge.html' title='30 Day Song Challenge!'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-6266473665717219076</id><published>2011-04-16T21:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:18:45.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse</title><content type='html'>Life makes you cynical of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hard truth, face the facts. Life makes you cynical, disapproving and generally depressed of life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know now is that The Higher Authority I call God is listening to me. But yet I think I need a human to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the humans in life? Or is everyone a mask with a disembodied soul around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life takes up all your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-6266473665717219076?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6266473665717219076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6266473665717219076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6266473665717219076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/muse.html' title='Muse'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3872613412466231202</id><published>2011-04-13T08:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:36:18.701+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"I am not putting my f--king ticket into the f--king machine because I paid eight f--king dollars and no way am I letting that go down the drain!" ~ overheard at the train station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only two train lines run to the city from where I live. And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Attention passengers, all trains on *this* and *that* line are delayed because of a power failure at *insert area here* signal box. Passengers are advised to find their own way to the city."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, this is the first time I'm boarding a train alone to a new destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people at the station gave bad directions, so guess how many buses I missed waiting at the wrong bus stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still I ended up catching a bus. Or more like the bus caught me. The bus was so crowded there were just as many people standing as there were sitting. For more than half an hour I was tossed around with the bus as the driver tried to drive as quickly and as safely as possible up to another station on another train line (&lt;i&gt;I couldn't get a seat&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the other train station I was the last one off the bus because (&lt;i&gt;surprise surprise&lt;/i&gt;) that wasn't the stop I paid for. But the bus driver told me that there was an express train to Central from this station, so I just went for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too late to catch the first train out to Central.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, I was in time to catch the next train out. Which was the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;EXPRESS TRAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! It was actually an interstate train or summat like that, and it's got marvellous carriages. Green cushion-y seats, arm rests on every seat, toilets in carriages... Ahhhhhhh *&lt;i&gt;sighs contently&lt;/i&gt;* The best part was when the train I was on overtook the first train out to central and I looked in and saw "packed-like-sardines" carriages and almost everyone on the bus with me were standing on it. And here I was, sitting down comfortably against soft chairs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Central, I got off and took another bus to my destination. And this one went with no trouble at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, Imma learn how to drive~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3872613412466231202?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3872613412466231202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/tour-of-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3872613412466231202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3872613412466231202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/tour-of-city.html' title='Tour of The City'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8385868004186211855</id><published>2011-04-01T15:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:54:45.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry: A Bomb of a Subject</title><content type='html'>So it's only been 2 months since school started, and guess what? We have done so many cool Chemistry experiments. Be very jealous, oh you Chemistry freaks out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe only a few of you are seeing green and the rest of the world is probably stoning at me like whatthefishcakeswhatisshegoingonabout? I'll TELL you what I'm going on about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment 1: The exploding can. This took like 5 times to get a decent result. But at least it looks cool I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment 2: Exploding hydrogen and oxygen. Ok, when my ears stopped ringing the class was sooooo quiet I thought I'd gone deaf. The whole place was. Just. Stunned. Describe this in one word? AWESOMENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment 3: Exploding a plastic bottle. We did it two times, and then the school got calls from the neighbours asking if we were playing fireworks or making bombs or something. My chemistry teacher's parents who live near the school actually walked out to see what the heck was going on in their backyard. Describe in one word? PUREAWESOMENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment 4: Light 5 magnesium strips at one go! The light really leaves you with a big dark spot in front of your eyes for the next period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous yet? I think not. They ain't enough science freaks in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8385868004186211855?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8385868004186211855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/chemistry-bomb-of-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8385868004186211855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8385868004186211855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/04/chemistry-bomb-of-subject.html' title='Chemistry: A Bomb of a Subject'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3042541017981832311</id><published>2011-03-18T19:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:22:32.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'>National Bullying NO WAY! Day</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wish that I am bigger, larger, taller or at least more intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how juniors like make way for the seniors? I'm not asking them to part like the Red Sea did for Moses but at least treat me like I'm normal you know, and RESPECT. Bullying NO WAY! Day should be a day for the junior kids to observe as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they think that only Year 11 and Year 12 bully others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got shoved like sooooooo many times by junior children because I'm ASIAN. EFF OFF KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Sheen like rant: I GOT TIGER BLOOD FLOWING IN MY VEINS! I AM A WINNER. I AM CHINESE. I AM MALAYSIAN CHINESE. I AM MACHINE. WE KNOW KUNG FU. EFF OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffft racist freaks suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Bullying NO WAY! Day? Looks like the junior kids didn't get the memo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3042541017981832311?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3042541017981832311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/03/national-bullying-no-way-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3042541017981832311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3042541017981832311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/03/national-bullying-no-way-day.html' title='National Bullying NO WAY! Day'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-100261247816367897</id><published>2011-03-05T08:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:45:19.784+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Panda</title><content type='html'>You should be sad for me that I'm less chaotic here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-100261247816367897?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/100261247816367897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/03/chaos-panda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/100261247816367897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/100261247816367897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/03/chaos-panda.html' title='Chaos Panda'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5598370586157320227</id><published>2011-01-23T16:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:00:57.695+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony At The Domain, Sydney Festival 2011</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my dad, sister and I went to the train station to catch a train to the city!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached there my sister and I went up the Sydney Tower to check out the aerial view of Sydney. It's cool to be soooo high up watching people looking as big as ants down below. We were snapping photos but halfway through the camera died (as in literally, died) and so now, no photos for the meantime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sydney tower is 305m tall, still shorter than KL Tower. LOL. But it was awesome, looking through the telescopes and zooming in on the rooftop swimming pool of Hilton Hotel *cough cough* :D Then we walked around the tower twice for an hour, then went down back to where the ground is firmly beneath your feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to The Domain. Which is kinda like a park thingy, if you're wondering. We put down our picnic blankets and waited for my uncle and aunt to join us. And also waited for the symphony to start. When waiting for both, I spent most of my time searching for FOOD. It's expensive :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had dinner (our own packed food). My uncle and aunt, veteran picnickers brought a crazy amount of food with them. And then the symphony started, playing all the Shakespearen music. The Sydney Philharmonic Choir was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the moment everyone's been waiting for, Tchaikovsky's 1812 OVERTURE! With CANNONS! With FIREWORKS! With CHURCH BELLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Over here, the fireworks are paid with the taxpayers' money. The whole event actually. It's free. And they call it taxpayers' money well spent. If only Malaysia could spend taxpayer's money in such awesomely cultural ways.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the way home, we drove past this taxi filled with drunk ladies who wouldn't stop waving and screaming and smiling at my dad O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, beautiful music, air pollution~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5598370586157320227?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5598370586157320227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/symphony-at-domain-sydney-festival-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5598370586157320227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5598370586157320227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/symphony-at-domain-sydney-festival-2011.html' title='Symphony At The Domain, Sydney Festival 2011'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8750167302768658656</id><published>2011-01-20T14:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:30:21.584+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Books! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I supposed I never really explained that the people here sleep really early.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because school starts on the 31st, I visit the library so often I now know that there are four librarians in that particular library. And I just borrowed The Hunger Games (ohmyfishcakes :P) It is BOOK HEAVEN here. So today I trudged to the library without my usual gear. See, normally I wear a black cap pulled really low over my face and shades, so I look like some weird attempting-to-do-something illegal character. Today, I just wasn't in the mood to pull on the cap. Or the shades. And people don't really give you funny looks when they can see your face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham sandwiches FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia is a really strict place. I mean, there's a library here that wouldn't allow me to apply for a membership card without my dad in tow because I'M NOT EIGHTEEN YET. Grrrrrrrrrr. I mean seriously? And the library being all ageist with me is the one that allows you to borrow 50 books in a single transaction :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well nevermind. Going to the city on Saturday, MAYBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, these thoughts run through my head~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8750167302768658656?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8750167302768658656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8750167302768658656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8750167302768658656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/books.html' title='Books! :)'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4299040257563458871</id><published>2011-01-19T19:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:28:25.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Commandment #11</title><content type='html'>THOU SHALT NOT STALKETH OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a commandment specially created for Gary :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened much, not gonna happen til SCHOOL STARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HUNGRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4299040257563458871?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4299040257563458871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/commandment-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4299040257563458871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4299040257563458871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/commandment-11.html' title='Commandment #11'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3822947267040944987</id><published>2011-01-04T12:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:02:42.957+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>School here doesn't start til 31st January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on super long school break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3822947267040944987?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3822947267040944987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3822947267040944987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3822947267040944987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4733002907316217023</id><published>2010-12-12T17:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:19:49.473+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>My uncle, aunt and dad celebrated my birthday for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's a lot warmer now. I'm thinking of wearing shorts out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Melly tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the dog, the salted family, the political party, the ghosts, the bear and the tree. And the choir. And the SPBT Gang. And the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, random musings~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4733002907316217023?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4733002907316217023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4733002907316217023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4733002907316217023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1184806856389107254</id><published>2010-12-01T16:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:31:16.011+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post From Down Under</title><content type='html'>From Aussie people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: It is cold. Very very cold. Do not believe them when they say it is summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's boiling hot here!" translates to "It's about 20 something degrees here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I passed my assessment test (which was very very simple) and now I can straight away enrol to whichever school near my area as I please. Haven't enrolled yet of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's about it. Mini-updates are on Facebook and Twitter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1184806856389107254?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1184806856389107254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-post-from-down-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1184806856389107254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1184806856389107254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-post-from-down-under.html' title='First Post From Down Under'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-7079158948708169692</id><published>2010-11-23T20:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:44:48.742+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Outing With SPBT Gang</title><content type='html'>This is a very late post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school early morning to get my documents before going to 1U to meet up with Adrian. He then set me up on a wild goose chase to MPH to "look for any nice book" for him to read for the holidays. First, he led me on a complicated route up to the bookshop. Then, we both spent an hour walking through MPH, looking at every genre of books including non-fiction. And believe me, was I hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: I'm hungry. Let's have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Me (in my head) : About time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Sushi Zanmai and I see... The whole SPBT Gang there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOt63kQFK3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8LRCE21WT9A/s1600/P3110002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOt63kQFK3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8LRCE21WT9A/s320/P3110002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOt8zGbXR6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/30Uu4dS3rt0/s1600/P3110001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOt8zGbXR6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/30Uu4dS3rt0/s320/P3110001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And so we ate quite a lot (and very jakunish), and also licked ice-cream off our finger :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then Guang Rong got up to use the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guang Rong: Eh guys! MADAM TAN is outside!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Us: MADAM TAN! TAKDIR TUHAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The we all rushed out, and everyone was giving us the "crazy kids" look. Don't really blame them, it's like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kids running out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; paying the bill :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then Adrian and Gabby went to settle the bill. And we saw Pn. Lam, Pn. Toh, Pn. Goh and another teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the teachers have an outing by themselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuGiW87SgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SPDCNsMO9Ic/s1600/154609_457289910939_621880939_6053246_3078061_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuGiW87SgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/SPDCNsMO9Ic/s320/154609_457289910939_621880939_6053246_3078061_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is my favourite camwhore photo taken outside the sushi restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went bowling and snooker-ing. Stupid woman who won't let us play with the 6 ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we walked around and ended up racing each other to McDonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuLG22i8TI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w2IOfT8t-gg/s1600/P3110008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuLG22i8TI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w2IOfT8t-gg/s320/P3110008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuLd_8JvsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/esbOmBfDC74/s1600/P3110005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuLd_8JvsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/esbOmBfDC74/s320/P3110005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuL0pSc3QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sbv1KPLADUI/s1600/P3110006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuL0pSc3QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sbv1KPLADUI/s320/P3110006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuMLxAkR2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9VbtRbjrBrw/s1600/P3110007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOuMLxAkR2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/9VbtRbjrBrw/s320/P3110007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Taken at Mcdonalds. Not enough time to upload pics of the momentos given, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;THANK YOU GABBY FOR CHAOS PANDA THE PANDA AND THANK YOU JHIA YIM FOR THE WATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There'll never be such a thing as not enough time to thank others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, 3 more days~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-7079158948708169692?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/7079158948708169692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-outing-with-spbt-gang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7079158948708169692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/7079158948708169692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-outing-with-spbt-gang.html' title='Last Outing With SPBT Gang'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOt63kQFK3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8LRCE21WT9A/s72-c/P3110002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-4591732796522414405</id><published>2010-11-17T01:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:48:10.796+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Outing With De Boos</title><content type='html'>At 7.30 a.m., Hui Min crashed my house. We spent the whole morning reading newspapers and playing Halo on my laptop before leaving to go to school after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us stood at the escalators waiting for Melanie and Natasha to appear. And when they did we brought tickets and went for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT CARL'S JUNIOR AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min is a great fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about how certain songs remind us of certain people. And they gave me those keychain thingies. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to bowl two rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time joking about all sorts of nonsense like acting cool, being cool, and how sanguines can't be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYWyVvOwvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xlv127FXUkU/s1600/P3100082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYWyVvOwvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xlv127FXUkU/s320/P3100082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proof that sanguines can't stay cool AT ALL XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYWeKoYSgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-LP78ZIPRmc/s1600/P3100081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYWeKoYSgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-LP78ZIPRmc/s320/P3100081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYWJ-jZCOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MhcSt2V7Vqw/s1600/P3100080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYWJ-jZCOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MhcSt2V7Vqw/s320/P3100080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to watch You Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYXH4Bf0NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h9tP17YMK5s/s1600/P3100085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYXH4Bf0NI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h9tP17YMK5s/s320/P3100085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we shopped for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what De Boos gave me. THANKS GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYT6VD9ZmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1Glun7WMvBQ/s1600/P3100004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYT6VD9ZmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1Glun7WMvBQ/s320/P3100004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYUPGuYP2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/qdx7FWedUio/s1600/P3100005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYUPGuYP2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/qdx7FWedUio/s320/P3100005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYUjfA0p3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/b7ZOQyLI6xA/s1600/P3100006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYUjfA0p3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/b7ZOQyLI6xA/s320/P3100006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYU3DNTZlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v5JLgx2aTr4/s1600/P3100007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYU3DNTZlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v5JLgx2aTr4/s320/P3100007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYVLButqKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1bJu9Bl65Z8/s1600/P3100008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYVLButqKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1bJu9Bl65Z8/s320/P3100008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYVgmF0v4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2t29waH1b_4/s1600/P3100009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYVgmF0v4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2t29waH1b_4/s320/P3100009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYV1rySA_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/anq0CM06dFU/s1600/P3100010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYV1rySA_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/anq0CM06dFU/s320/P3100010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4591732796522414405?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4591732796522414405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-outing-with-de-boos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4591732796522414405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4591732796522414405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-outing-with-de-boos.html' title='Last Outing With De Boos'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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/_DKFIXKLxcHU/TOYWyVvOwvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Xlv127FXUkU/s72-c/P3100082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-870577092258668980</id><published>2010-11-15T23:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:50:06.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachiko</title><content type='html'>I went to school today to get my Chemistry Peka papers today. And then Super-blur Benjy texted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben: Can you help me ask teacher if I can do my Physics and Chem peka next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Physics peka is on now for the first three periods. Come now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben: What do I have to bring?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Yourself and your pencilbox.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ben: Ok. Can you do me a favour? Go to the last few cabins and look for a Maths textbook that belongs to XXX he lost it and he needs to return it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the good friend that I was, I went and searched for it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed up AFTER third period. And he didn't bring his testpad for chemistry peka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took Adrian's testpad and copied my chemistry work, then brought graph paper from Miss Winnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how he did his physics peka in the end, but according to Benjy she wouldn't accept his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of his dignity, I will not publish his failed chemistry peka related incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Adrian and I went to Norman's house as a shortcut over to Li Hui's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to lunch with Li Hui. Then went back to her house to continue the maple story craze. Then because Li Hui refused to watch the sad parts of Hachiko, we watched in when she was showering. And when she came out she read the newspapers in front of the computer :P Then Adrian and I traumatised her cats. Somewhat. Coffee likes Adrian. Oreo likes me XD Coffee scratched me O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played Halo on her Xbox. then Mr. Masterchief aka Adrian kept running over my Noblesix with his Banshee. I think that's what its called. And then it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Norman and Li Hui for letting us crash your houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss you both, and Benjy's epic blurness :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-870577092258668980?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/870577092258668980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/hachiko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/870577092258668980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/870577092258668980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/hachiko.html' title='Hachiko'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8084937970892019984</id><published>2010-11-08T23:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:46:29.178+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Enjoying My SPBT Freedom</title><content type='html'>As they read in the hall today, we had our SPBT duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, but things weren't as good as they could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8084937970892019984?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8084937970892019984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-enjoying-my-spbt-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8084937970892019984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8084937970892019984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-enjoying-my-spbt-freedom.html' title='I Am Enjoying My SPBT Freedom'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3950684246034078948</id><published>2010-11-07T18:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:13:35.084+11:00</updated><title type='text'>November Is Apparently...</title><content type='html'>National Novel Writing Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a. NaNoWriMo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not exactly on writing hiatus, I'm too busy enjoying myself making bitchy characters that I plan to kill off later, then getting so attached to them because they seem to have a mind of their own and then I end up NOT getting rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom has that effect on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days of writing and over 3000 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to conform to society's norms&amp;nbsp;and talk about exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Depressing thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6V6NjZLrAgo/R8cnCn8-y_I/AAAAAAAABLA/WleCGkCvpKs/s400/Cat_Toilet%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6V6NjZLrAgo/R8cnCn8-y_I/AAAAAAAABLA/WleCGkCvpKs/s320/Cat_Toilet%5B1%5D.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Miaow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3950684246034078948?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3950684246034078948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-is-apparently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3950684246034078948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3950684246034078948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-is-apparently.html' title='November Is Apparently...'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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/_6V6NjZLrAgo/R8cnCn8-y_I/AAAAAAAABLA/WleCGkCvpKs/s72-c/Cat_Toilet%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088124302106166777.post-30836264920912425</id><published>2010-11-04T20:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:18:11.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympic Competition Won By A Recycled Chicken</title><content type='html'>I got this off&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://enigo.com/writing_titles.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's let our imagination run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Cllllluck. Clllluck." The chicken tottered forward on unsteady, rotting feet. "Wormbrrrrrrriiiiiiaaaaannnnnsssss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had endured much torture, being stuffed into the recycling bin meant for aluminium cans. &amp;nbsp;The most frightening part was not knowing what would happen to it. of course, then it wish it wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor chicken was crushed, heated to temperatures high like hell, squashed, reshaped and basically everything that you could imagine. Now practically zombified, it searches for it's source of energy - worm brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars swerved to avoid the mutilated chicken as it crossed the road, oblivious to traffic. Blinded by its ordeal, the chicken did not know where it was going. Had luck not been on its side, it would have walked into one of the many fast food franchise restaurants around and sealed its fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(yes people, we never know what goes into our fast food)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling and hopping and tottering and teetering, desperate for food, the chicken finally dragged itself into a field. "HEY! A CHICKEN! a voice called out from the stands. Unbeknown to the poor member of the avian family, it had stumbled upon a highly-anticipated, much-watched sports competition - the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy! Look!" A young boy in the crowds threw an aluminium soft drink can at the chicken and it went wild. Wouldn't you too if the most terrifying experience of your life involved aluminium cans? It bolted at the exact same time the 100m race started. The crazed chicken shot forward, faster than Usian Bolt, covering the 100m distance within 8 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the people have no choice but to award it the medal it so rightly deserved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, good race, rooster." sweating, Bolt was a good enough sport to congratulate the chicken for beating his record without flapping a wing. "Here's to your victory. Cheers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken, who wasn't really paying attention caught the glimpse of a glint of sunlight coming from the object Bolt was holding. He turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A can of Gatorade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aluminium can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken went berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We regret to inform you there are no eye-witness accounts about the brutal attack of a severely mutilated chicken, the very same one who won the Olympic race earlier today, as none survived it. Our deepest condolences to those who succumbed to their injuries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;WARNING: The chicken has yet to be caught and is still on the loose at the time of release of this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Random Title Generators :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOBODY tell Pn Shahlawati about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be told that I'm in a world of my own =)P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-30836264920912425?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/30836264920912425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/olympic-competition-won-by-recycled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/30836264920912425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/30836264920912425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/olympic-competition-won-by-recycled.html' title='The Olympic Competition Won By A Recycled Chicken'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-196080610863305175</id><published>2010-11-04T19:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:26:05.215+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Tag, Just So You Know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Your boy side -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You love hoodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You love jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Shopping is torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] Sad movies stink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You own a car racing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter (I've thought about it, but detectives are waaaay cooler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You owned a DS, PS2, N64, or Sega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You have watched sports on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Gory movies are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You go to your dad for advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You used to collect hockey cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Baggy sweats are cool to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Sports are fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You talk with food in your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You have fished at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Your girl side -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You wear eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You wear the color pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You go to your mum to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You consider cheerleading a sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You hate wearing the color black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You like going to the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You like wearing jewellery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You cried watching The Notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Shorts are a big part of your wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You don't like the movie Star Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You are/were in gymnastics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] It takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You care about what you look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You like wearing high heel shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] You used to play with dolls as little kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] You like putting make-up on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] You like being the star of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Appearance -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I am shorter than 5′5″.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I tan/burn easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I wish my hair was a different colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I have a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've had/have braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I have more than two piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I have/had piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Embarrassment -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "LOL" in a spoken conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've cried so hard I've laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've laughed til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Health -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've gotten stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] Broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've had my wisdom teeth removed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've had serious surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Swallowed something I probably shouldn't have swallowed. (I have a bad habit of putting everything in my mouth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Traveling -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've driven/ridden over 200 miles in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've been on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Cuba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Ottawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've gone to Sudbury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've been to the Caribbean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Experiences -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've kick a guy where it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've been to a casino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've been skydiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've gone skinny-dipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've crashed a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've been skiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've been in a musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've sat on a rooftop at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've been snowboarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Relationships -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I'm single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I'm in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I'm engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I'm married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I miss someone right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Honesty/Crime -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've snuck out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've ran a red light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've witnessed a crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've been in a fist fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I've been arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Death &amp;amp; Suicide -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ &amp;nbsp;] I'm afraid of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I hate funerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I've seen someone/something dying (a cockroach and things along that line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] Someone who is close to me has attempted/commit suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've planned my own suicide before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I've written an eulogy for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Materialism -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[x] I own over 5 CD's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I own designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I collected comic books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I own something I got on E-Bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-196080610863305175?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/196080610863305175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-tag-just-so-you-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/196080610863305175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/196080610863305175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-tag-just-so-you-know-me.html' title='A Random Tag, Just So You Know Me'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-6576680255473633106</id><published>2010-11-04T00:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:51:53.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they shall be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui, Nat, Jhia, Melanie and I went out after school. After changing, we went for lunch at Carl's Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait. That wasn't excited enough. *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;CARL'S JUNIOR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's better. So Nat, Hui and I wallop one burger each. One GIGANTIC burger each. Melanie and Jhia shared one. The we also ate french fries. A LOT of french fries. I finished quite a lot on my own, then we just doggy-bagged the rest and made Jhia Yim take them so that she could eat them and possibly grow fatter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went bowling! Had to scout the whole area for ONE 6 ball. Turns out Jhia Yim is pro-er than this guy in the lane next to us :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went snooker. And we were better (the word is pro-er) than we (and Ben) expected. Seeing that luck was on our side, we played two rounds before we went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Pineapple to buy ink refill, but they didn't sell ink for Canon printers. We trudged back up to Jusco to get the ink. On the way we stopped at the hypermarket so that Nat can buy chicken for her mom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "ink-shopping", we went to Jusco the clothes section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;JEANS! SALE! 50% OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sealed the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the other four left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Eh Nat ask Jhia to bribe her mommy with french fries so that she can keep the jeans :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nat: She left without it. Mels is eating it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Whatthefrenchfries. MEL YOU'RE EATING JHIA'S BARGAINING CHIPS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nat: Haha. I just got off the car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: Wow. My timing damn off today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Carl's Junior burgers =)P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, workout and novels!~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-6576680255473633106?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/6576680255473633106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6576680255473633106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/6576680255473633106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2410933658997615112</id><published>2010-10-31T22:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:14:29.788+11:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre of Ice-cream</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a lazy GM (Wei Kin) in youth today, we had ONE game that was supposed to last us half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we were so smart we finished the game in TEN MINUTES FLAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was an eating game :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given the so-called impossible task of eating one litre of ice-cream in half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://accidentalmommies.com/wp-content/uploads/Nestle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://accidentalmommies.com/wp-content/uploads/Nestle.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nestle! Cheap and okay la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userealbutter.com/recipe_photos/chocolate-ice-cream5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://userealbutter.com/recipe_photos/chocolate-ice-cream5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate is undeniably my favourite flavour :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team only had 6 people, then Paul joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic Kee, no offence, was useless because of his braces :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;scoops one huge tablespoon of ice-cream&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eh, I go spy on the other teams."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;walks away licking the same tablespoon for the next ten minutes&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So David, Chan Yee, Yi Xin, Michael and I walloped the ice-cream until Paul walks by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: PAUL! JOIN THIS GROUP! WE'VE GOT THE LEAST PEOPLE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul: Wait I go count the number of people in every team to see whether even or not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o so potong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he joined our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;takes one scoop and slowly eats it&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: WHAT? TAKE BIGGER BITE LA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul: The best way to finish it fast is to enjoy it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;gives me the I'm-enjoying-my-life look&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually my group finishes the ice-cream faster than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have Michael and me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2410933658997615112?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2410933658997615112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-litre-of-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2410933658997615112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2410933658997615112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-litre-of-ice-cream.html' title='1 Litre of Ice-cream'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4132878265607162290</id><published>2010-10-31T00:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:32:29.888+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Freedom</title><content type='html'>Define freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical constraint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we'll be enjoying soon, on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Natasha and The Boos will be going out for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain it, but I'm starting to &lt;i&gt;beh tahan&lt;/i&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's another ranting on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do you wanna go watch Hachiko with me? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween tomorrow, and I have nothing better to do except sleep eat study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can figure out the best un-wearable Halloween costume ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, change templates!~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4132878265607162290?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4132878265607162290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/define-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4132878265607162290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4132878265607162290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/define-freedom.html' title='Define Freedom'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8636717597616142694</id><published>2010-10-23T02:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T02:00:10.409+11:00</updated><title type='text'>One Half Of Exams</title><content type='html'>I like our new nostalgia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one half of exams is finally over. I can now sleep at 12p.m.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even sound happy for that? Because I've been sleeping at 3a.m. during this whole exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not even because I procrastinate. It's because I can't freaking remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will all pay out in the end. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going through my photos. And I'm thinking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a photo together. Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add maths Biology Physics Chemistry the other half of Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never cease to leave me alone. I never cease to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Me: If I don't get it right I will be very mad with myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Han: So what now? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Stand in front of a mirror and go 'Zi Ying, I'm so disappointed in you' and slap it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you for your comfort, for your support, for putting the Cheshire Cat in my Cheshire cat grin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are bad for your brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching is good for your stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, is good for your everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night folks, and good luck in whatever you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, Kekeh!~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8636717597616142694?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8636717597616142694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-half-of-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8636717597616142694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8636717597616142694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-half-of-exams.html' title='One Half Of Exams'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-277704351180609166</id><published>2010-10-16T02:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:05:59.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School today with only 15 people in class. Had tons of fun playing killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winking at each other at the exact same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sighhhhh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, it seems tonight I'm gonna be a CSI apparently, Zi Ying~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-277704351180609166?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/277704351180609166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/277704351180609166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/277704351180609166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2225111490146047881</id><published>2010-10-02T20:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:44:00.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww Man</title><content type='html'>I mean seriously, another holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's not like I don't need it (have you seen my eyebags?) but well, staying at home is kinda depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have unlimited food supply and sleep time, I still wanna see my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I mean, like I was supposed to see you, but then it's cancelled, so now I'm stuck at home while you're busy and I can't even text you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then have to study also. How the heck am I supposed to study when my stupid siblings won't stop bouncing balls downstairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Halo is hell enticing. But I have a big problem with all first shooter games: IT MAKES ME NAUSEATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in desperate need of a nap, but if I sleep I can't eat and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually holidays are fine, especially for us to prepare our exams. But staring at the whole pile of Mount Everest of stuff that I can't understand and that I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I NEED TO BEAT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It all goes round and round :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go sleep first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~out, Zi Ying, it is now 6:45 in the evening~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2225111490146047881?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2225111490146047881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/awwww-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2225111490146047881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2225111490146047881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/10/awwww-man.html' title='Awwww Man'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4125124640522895050</id><published>2010-09-30T00:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:05:02.867+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Always Wondered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I always wondered what it's like to be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I always wondered what it's like to personally know someone who died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I always wondered what a wake would be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I always had this morbid fascination with death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I don't wanna go to wakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I know now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And all the more I don't want you to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Heard the good news. You're in heaven, in God's arms. Where there is peace and tears forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I guess, there's comfort in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4125124640522895050?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4125124640522895050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-always-wondered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4125124640522895050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4125124640522895050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-always-wondered.html' title='I Always Wondered'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-4536364222670197650</id><published>2010-09-20T07:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:20:58.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Right, Therefore I Am Not To Be Blamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;I am mad at you because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am right!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;You are too sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;They didn't mean it. I support them completely. You are too sensitive to cry because you didn't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;And turning on the waterworks because I raised my voice at you? Please. You seemed mad at me first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;I am not incompetent. Don't say I didn't try, because I have tutored you over MSN for 15 minutes before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I AM &lt;s&gt;ALMOST&lt;/s&gt; ALWAYS RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;You are not sensitive enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Just because you can't be ignored doesn't mean any other person can JUST to make way for your blabbing you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;I have my OWN identity, my OWN personality. Me existence does NOT depend on your state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;And I would like to talk to him too sometimes you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;THEREFORE I AM NOT TO BE BLAMED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;You are selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;It's my job to entertain you when YOU'RE bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;"I already do annoy people when I'm bored."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Right. How UNselfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;"There's nobody else online to talk to! You're just a voice in my head!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Don't say I didn't try, I gave you suggestions. Which you snubbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;You are too much of an attention seeker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: webdings; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Grabbing my hand when I'm copying something off the board JUST to talk to me? Please. That just brings ATTENTION-SEEKING KID to a whole new level. You expect me to out my pen down, smile at you and give you my undivided attention? Think again. Didn't you say I was a "scary choleric"? How old did you say you were again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-4536364222670197650?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/4536364222670197650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-right-therefore-i-am-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4536364222670197650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/4536364222670197650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-right-therefore-i-am-not-to-be.html' title='I Am Right, Therefore I Am Not To Be Blamed'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2879961082478104576</id><published>2010-09-15T00:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:21:03.911+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGODWHAT'STHEVERDICT</title><content type='html'>It has been a stressful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to announce that my stress has been taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to start unwinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ON DRUGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2879961082478104576?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2879961082478104576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohmygodwhatstheverdict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2879961082478104576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2879961082478104576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohmygodwhatstheverdict.html' title='OHMYGODWHAT&apos;STHEVERDICT'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-1861141949535429215</id><published>2010-09-10T03:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T03:16:54.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>Should I learn how to write stuff like that to freak you out?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I can imagine but I can't put it into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-1861141949535429215?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/1861141949535429215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1861141949535429215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/1861141949535429215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3695362392208185538</id><published>2010-09-08T23:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:24:30.694+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away! ~ Nickelback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;1. Put your music library on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Ok, go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. When you're done, tag 10 people in this note, and make sure to tag the person who sent you this. The answer to #20 is the Title of your note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. If someone says “shelf”, you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Leaving On A Jet plane ~ Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tell Me Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/ girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm Just A Baby (Baby Parody) ~ Dave Days ft Tay Zonday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;True Faith ~ Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. What is your life’s purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To "Shine" ~ Matt Redman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. What's your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kristy Are You Doing OK ~ The Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh My Gosh ~ Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Numb ~ Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't Trust Me ~ 3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I Dreamed A Dream ~ Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nobody (nobody but you!) ~ Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dream On ~ Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Crawling ~ Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gee ~ SNSD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vanilla Twilight ~ Owl City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;21 Guns ~ Greenday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here Without You ~ 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;18. What is your biggest fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Godspeed ~ Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;19. What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Total Eclipse Of The Heart ~ Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;20. What will you post this as..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Far Away ~ Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3695362392208185538?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3695362392208185538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/far-away-nickelback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3695362392208185538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3695362392208185538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/09/far-away-nickelback.html' title='Far Away! ~ Nickelback'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-5285572428909633887</id><published>2010-08-27T00:28:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:33:57.765+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr</title><content type='html'>Rawr is I love you in dino language XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays the world is very dramatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY????! WHY IS THIS SO???!!! HOW COULD IT BE???!!! HOW WILL WE SURVIVE???!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ahem* and the above is an example of how dramatic the world is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I miss the last time we were in the bilik tayangan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-5285572428909633887?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/5285572428909633887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/rawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5285572428909633887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/5285572428909633887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/rawr.html' title='Rawr'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8803426808086490383</id><published>2010-08-23T21:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:48:28.447+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Auditions</title><content type='html'>Well today they had choir auditions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went and watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No further comment on the auditions XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjy was actually considering singing Doncha! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After choir auditions, we (Melanie, Joseph, Benjy) (not too sure if Adrian, Jhia Yim, Chi Yi, Natasha and Crystal were high) were really high. So after singing at the top of our lungs, we decided to camwhore a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few photos later, we graduated to making our own mockumentaries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn fun. Benjy and Jhia Yim the elusive rare wildlife species XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course: "I'm touchiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnngggg himmmmmmm..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for videos to be uploaded, then can hear with sound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8803426808086490383?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8803426808086490383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/choir-auditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8803426808086490383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8803426808086490383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/choir-auditions.html' title='Choir Auditions'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-8236508664311376641</id><published>2010-08-21T01:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T02:35:51.497+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Today, was a sorta awesome day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing so much I think we annoyed Pn. Wong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Zhi Wen: She's in my seat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Pn. Wong: Ask her out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Zhi Wen (to Hui Yi): Do you wanna go out with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The rest of us: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hui Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; let him love you downnnnn.... There's so many ways he'll love you. You got him like oh my gosh he's so in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Hui Yi: He found me finally, I make him wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EVERYONE: OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH MY GOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Pn. Wong: I DIDN'T ASK YOU ALL TO SING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Hui Yi: Doncha wish your girlfiriend was HAWT like me (ssstahhhhhh~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: DAMN! She's a sexy *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Zhi Wen: Sexy CHICK. You don't refer to your own kind as a *****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Looks like Hitler's more respectful than Akon XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is what happens when you ask me for advice on what to sing for choir auditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Me: Benjy, sing "Oh I'm a gunmmybear, yes I'm a gummybear..." XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost kena raped by ______ and ______ O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*shudders and out*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-8236508664311376641?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/8236508664311376641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8236508664311376641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/8236508664311376641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3497047690728234577</id><published>2010-08-12T23:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:21:34.317+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>I never thought it would all come down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declining something I really want but can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3497047690728234577?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3497047690728234577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3497047690728234577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3497047690728234577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-3706319994254420639</id><published>2010-08-07T02:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:40:55.447+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation</title><content type='html'>I have been too lazy to do long updates on this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-3706319994254420639?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/3706319994254420639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/explanation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3706319994254420639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/3706319994254420639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/explanation.html' title='Explanation'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2272453925787656443</id><published>2010-08-04T01:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:22:46.799+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Team</title><content type='html'>And so choral speaking after it's drama-filled practices have had a drama filled preliminary round, a drama filled morning before Finals, a drama filled anticlimatic Final and lots more medical drama for the past two days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah... My voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2272453925787656443?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2272453925787656443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/drama-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2272453925787656443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2272453925787656443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/08/drama-team.html' title='Drama Team'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-818501464132700334</id><published>2010-07-30T21:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:20:08.154+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Munh?</title><content type='html'>Hey, at least we made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-818501464132700334?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/818501464132700334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/07/munh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/818501464132700334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/818501464132700334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/07/munh.html' title='Munh?'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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-5088124302106166777.post-2663496483333764992</id><published>2010-07-27T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:54:23.707+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Do It?</title><content type='html'>Choral speaking competition is in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088124302106166777-2663496483333764992?l=militarydiversion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/feeds/2663496483333764992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-we-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2663496483333764992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088124302106166777/posts/default/2663496483333764992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://militarydiversion.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-we-do-it.html' title='Can We Do It?'/><author><name>ziincks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06730907309032521660</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>
