<?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-37470227</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:55:20.159+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez... i'm bored..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470227.post-7987106413100936782</id><published>2007-06-29T13:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:41:33.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I am very bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-7987106413100936782?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/7987106413100936782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=7987106413100936782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/7987106413100936782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/7987106413100936782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-4496324900255864965</id><published>2007-05-07T22:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:37:05.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>I lost my pencil case (with everything inside it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 Black Pens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Highlighters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 Pencils: 4 HB, 1 2B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Stapler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Eraser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Ruler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Liquid Paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Black Texta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And a beloved pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-4496324900255864965?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/4496324900255864965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=4496324900255864965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/4496324900255864965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/4496324900255864965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/05/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-3574031892304219479</id><published>2007-03-14T22:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:01:34.830+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Theories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So nearly 3 weeks of uni have passed and i hate it. The labs, the lectures or the tutorials i dont know whats worse. Furthermore, the fact that im doing chemistry, biology, physics and maths its like HSC again but this time harder and with a lot more stress. But more importantl, like the title suggests there have been some strange phenomenon which i have noticed. It may be all this science getting to me but i've somehow proposed some theories to explain them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Optom Attraction Theory. In the first couple of weeks i've noticed that the optom ppl always seem to be together in a group. ALWAYS. And when meeting ppl it just somehow happens by "coincidence" that the other person just turns out to do optom. And this happens a lot for the optom ppl i've been with. They just somehow manage to find more optom ppl. I propose that the optom ppl generate some sort of force of attraction (probably due to their eliteness and godliness of being optom ppl). This force of attraction somehow brings those who generate a similar force, that is, more optom ppl. But what about the vision science people like me. Meeting vision science people, pretty much has the same chance as finding a guy who does optom or finding someone who does optom and doesnt wear glasses. So how have i met vision science people? Well the only way i've been able to find such ppl is through the optom ppl. Vision science ppl hardly meet each other directly. But why? Well i believe that we vision science ppl aka the optom wannabes, want to and are so influenced by the optom ppl that we are somehow drawn and lured to them. Most likely we vision science ppl cannot find each other as we are overwhelmed by the forces of optometry and the force of attraction is much greater than our own vision science forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;International Student Attraction. This phenomena occurs quite often for me but i am yet to find a plausible explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lack of Tickets Sold for Optom Cruise. This is obvious... Hmm... a bunch of people who hardly know each other and the prospect of being stuck on a boat for a couple of hours with minimal chances of fun. Furthermore, drinking? Not many ppl i have met in optom/vision science seem to be drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Central Station Announcer. The announcer at central station is really really really nice. I mean seriously, i have not heard a nicer announcer. He wishes ppl a safe and pleasant journey and hopes to see us again. though does he really see us? Whats up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought i had some more theories but can't seem to remember them. But the main one being the optom attraction theory which i have spent many a lecture thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-3574031892304219479?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/3574031892304219479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=3574031892304219479&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/3574031892304219479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/3574031892304219479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/03/uni-theories.html' title='Uni Theories'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470227.post-4509947756251373430</id><published>2007-02-17T23:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:50:31.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes i think the superstitions involving chinese new year are extremely paranoid... I should have cut my hair this week. Cause now i dont know when i can cut it. I find it a bit much that you cant cut your hair because the word hair in chinese sounds like prosperity and hence cutting your hair is like removing all the prosperity for the new year. And it also sucks how i can't buy and books for a while. Does anyone know when i can actually do this stuff again? Its not long right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-4509947756251373430?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/4509947756251373430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=4509947756251373430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/4509947756251373430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/4509947756251373430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-6154954942825529878</id><published>2007-02-13T10:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:53:42.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>L for Loser which also happens to be the first letter of someone's name who still hasnt got their Ls</title><content type='html'>After all that annoying pressure and nagging i finally got my Ls. Now i can be on the other side and mock people who dont have their Ls (like Land). Yes, Land still does not have her Ls. I cant wait for uni so i can start studying again. And i'm going to study even more than the HSC. I still can't find another person doing the UMAT. How i loathe the UMAT. And i dont think having done the UMAT once will give me any advantage besides knowing that the test time given is only an approximation with the test able to start 3 hours later. Should i do AMEPP or Medentry? I'm thinking maybe AMEPP cause they say that they will provide more than 1100 questions and solutions. But 1100, do they really have that many? I still haven't got an Oweek brochure from UNSW yet but i do have a Usyd one. I kinda regret withdrawing from pharmacy now. I should have done a bridging course. I can't find anything good to read. I want to go to Chinese school. I still dont understand why they teach in Chinese at Chinese school. It doesnt really help people like me who cant comprehend much except for what i learnt in kindergarten and year 1 which consists of animals and parts of the body. I can't construct a sentence. I'm going to do peer support (to be the supported not the supportee).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-6154954942825529878?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/6154954942825529878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=6154954942825529878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/6154954942825529878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/6154954942825529878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/02/l-for-loser-which-also-happens-to-be.html' title='L for Loser which also happens to be the first letter of someone&apos;s name who still hasnt got their Ls'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-117041946332001693</id><published>2007-02-02T23:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:31:03.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>UNSW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a unsw person now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usyd is dead to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reject pharmacy and all it represents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have finally decided. I'm a b. science person now. I get weird looks when I tell people that. I'm so jealous of the optom people. They are so cool. I can't seem to write a coherent or consistent blog. My thoughts are everywhere, and I don't even have that many. I thought timetabling would be fun. But it's not. I think i've spent like 6 hours on timetabling collectively now. And how excited am i to have 23 hour weeks. I get to spend every day at UNSW. And oh how I will love Wednesdays where I get to spend 7 hours straight with lectures and a lab. I think i need to snack in class on wednesdays. What's a suitable lecture snack? Something soft and dull so it wont attract attention. I havent unenrolled at Usyd yet. I still have a Usyd ID card. I guess i'm special enough to get both Usyd and UNSW cards. It will be a memento of the path i could have chosen: the evil lure of pharmacy with its stability and excellent job prospects poisioning the minds of countless asian children and confusing their course choices. And at Dorothy's birthday party i found out i weigh less than carolyn. If she's like 50 kg, i must be in the 40s. I'm so light. And whats even more surprising is that i've gained weight during the HSC year. So i wonder how much i weighed before that. I miss my pre HSC weight. I hope i lose weight from walking that stupid long entrance way at UNSW.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready to start studying. I want to start studying now. I should probably start studying for UMAT. I need a haircut too. And take down the Christmas tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-117041946332001693?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/117041946332001693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=117041946332001693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/117041946332001693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/117041946332001693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/02/unsw.html' title='UNSW'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470227.post-116856654167586923</id><published>2007-01-12T12:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:18:57.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortage of Blogs to Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've started to notice that no one seems to blog anymore. I guess there would be two main reasons for this. It would be either: one, they have somehow obtained a job and are so tired and dont have the time to blog or two, they are so bored at home during these seemingly endless and hot summer holidays that they have nothing to blog about. I for one fall into the latter.&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, i need to buy a new pair of shoes. I can't seem to find my left shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's so boring... And it's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-116856654167586923?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/116856654167586923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=116856654167586923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116856654167586923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116856654167586923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/01/shortage-of-blogs-to-read.html' title='Shortage of Blogs to Read'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-116757257680254688</id><published>2007-01-01T00:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:42:56.813+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;wooooooooooooooooooooo... wow, i cant imagine myself saying that. and even when typing this i meant it in a sarcastic and my usual tone.&lt;br /&gt;geez... it's another year. i guess i should have some new year's resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Get my Ls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Find a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Disband the Home Alone During Major Holidays and Events Club (though i doubt you could call it a club with only three members). this means that i would actually have to do things on major holidays and have plans. To achieve goal no. 3 i would have to get a life first. so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Get a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Be more preppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Learn a language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lose some weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;Grow taller. this has been a resolution for a couple of years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-116757257680254688?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/116757257680254688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=116757257680254688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116757257680254688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116757257680254688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37470227.post-116644661028116475</id><published>2006-12-18T23:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:56:50.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffling songs to answer questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.) Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2.) Press forward for each question&lt;br /&gt;3.) Use the song title as the answer to the question&lt;br /&gt;4.) NO CHEATING!!! Translate them if necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) How am I feeling today? Beethoven- Symphony no 6 in F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Where will I get married? The Vines- Vision Valley [Hmm. someone correct me if i'm wrong but wasnt there a camp there or something. that's disgusting that i could get married at a camp site]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What is my best friend's theme song? &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bach-&lt;/st1:City&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Brandenburg&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; concerto No 4 in G major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What is/was highschool like? Maroon 5- Through with you [yes i am through with sefton, finally]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) What is the best thing about me? Snow Patrol- Hands open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) How is today going to be? Keane- Somewhere only we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) What is in store for this weekend? Snow Patrol- Run [That sound's like good advice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What song describes my parents? The Killers- When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) How is my life going? The Strokes- Barely Legal [I don't really get this one but it sounds weird]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) What song will they play at my funeral? The Strokes- Hard To Explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) How does the world see me? Artic Monkeys- Perhaps vampires is a bit strong but… [I don't have any vampire like qualities]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What do my friends really think of me? The Strokes- Between Love and Hate [This actually makes sense]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do people secretly lust after me? The Vines- Gross out [Yes it would gross me out too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) How can I make myself happy? Muse- Hoodoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) What should I do with my life? The Strokes- Razorblade [Is it saying i should use a razorblade to slit my wrists or something?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Will I ever have children? Franz Ferdinand- Do you want to [answer a question with a question]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) What is some good advice? The Strokes- I cant win [But i win in lots of things]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) What do I think my current theme song is? End of Fashion- O Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) What does everyone else think my current theme song is? The Strokes- Meet me in the bathroom [I dont even go to the bathroom that much]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What type of men/women do you like? The Killers- On top [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Will you get married? Arctic Monkeys- You probably couldn’t see for the lights but you were staring straight at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) What should I do with my love life? The Strokes- Vision of Division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) The original poster forgot this one so I'll just make one up. what's up. The Killers- Read my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Where will you live? Maroon 5- Harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) What will your dying words be? The Strokes- The end has no end&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-116644661028116475?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/116644661028116475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=116644661028116475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116644661028116475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116644661028116475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2006/12/shuffling-songs-to-answer-questions.html' title='Shuffling songs to answer questions'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-116640053449821705</id><published>2006-12-18T11:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:08:54.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im scared of the coming days. i really do need something to distract me so my thoughts dont linger to the thing i dont want to think about. i havent been this scared since... ever? yesterday i saw the most stupidest thing in k-mart or it could have been target. it was a new design of christmas tree that they advertised as a trendy new thing. it was an upside down christmas tree.  gee when i saw this it made me angry. i dont know why. but i just find it really really angering.  apparently you're suppose to hang it from the ceiling. the thought of it just made me even more angry. and i dont know why but at neeta city yesterday it really really stunk like b.o. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://purecontemporary.blogs.com/behind_the_curtains/images/upside_down_christmas_tree_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://purecontemporary.blogs.com/behind_the_curtains/images/upside_down_christmas_tree_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-116640053449821705?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/116640053449821705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=116640053449821705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116640053449821705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116640053449821705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-scared-of-coming-days.html' title=''/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-116581268498303643</id><published>2006-12-11T15:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:51:24.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>casual formal??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what is casual formal? how can i dress casual formal? i think i'm making too much a deal of this dress code.  i don't think i have casual formal clothes. i only have casual or formal clothes. i never thought of the day when i would need casual formal clothes. this is such a dilemma. what will i wear?!?!?!? maybe i shouldnt turn up. i dont want to go anyway. it's only presentation day. but casual formal clothes make me feel old. its like what bill gates wears according to Land and according to google it looks pretty formal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-116581268498303643?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/116581268498303643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=116581268498303643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116581268498303643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116581268498303643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/2006/12/casual-formal.html' title='casual formal??'/><author><name>blahblahbleh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13124983712622229239</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-37470227.post-116402319315587914</id><published>2006-11-20T22:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:48:03.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Preppyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 381px; height: 271px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1107041053abercrombie%20and%20fitch.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Prep&lt;/b&gt;. You are a prep.  I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emo Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="53"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="53"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Geek/Nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="40"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="7"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ghetto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="7"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=4385"&gt;What Highschool Clique Do You Belong To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm preppy. i don't know whether to be proud or shocked. i can see myself being preppy but i kinda find it unbelievable to be preppy considering i used (notice the past tense now) go to a public school. a public school... eew. also how can i be preppy when i catch public transportation? which is like totally double eew. and it also says im 53% hot. what does that even mean? is there a 'hot' highschool clique? i dont really understand what they would do. would they stand around amongst each other looking all hot? cause i can totally imagine myself doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my boredom continues. and i think i might be gaining weight from doing nothing everyday. i wake up at 11 and have breakfast and clean up. watch scrubs at 11:30 cause its great. after that its pretty much a blank. i dont really know what i do. i either eat some more, watch cable or sleep, despite the fact that i woke up not too long ago. speaking of cable tv theres a show on mtv called laguna beach. its about these rich high school kids who live on a beach, obviously. it shows all their details like these rich girls being bitchy to the other rich girl cause she and her boyfriend are having some thing. they like go and exclude her. and she's all sad and walks along the beach by herself. and they do always seem to be partying and are extremely shallow in saying things like wearing mismaatched shoes is worst than failing highschool. what a life that could be. i dont think i could be as preppy as them though. r they preppy? or maybe they're the hot group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-116402319315587914?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/116402319315587914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37470227&amp;postID=116402319315587914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116402319315587914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37470227/posts/default/116402319315587914'/><link rel='alternate' 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ms;"&gt;i'm on my fourth day of cleaning my room. in the process of cleaning my room it ended up worst than it was in the beginning. and i still have the study room and dining table to clean as well. i've realised i have a lot of crap in my room. i think the amount of paper i've used in these 2 years is equivalent to a couple of trees. i'm trying my best to recycle as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the other day i was helping nam and sylvia look for formal dresses. and i must say that it really is hard to look for a formal dress. but i wonder how would u pee in a formal dress. what if it was like a ball gown? would u even fit in the cubicle? i've also realised that getting a job is hard. so i've decided to give up and do nothing. or volunteer and do something but not get paid. which is the same as doing nothing but for a worthy cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yesterday i was on the treadmill for half and hour and managed to burn 170 calories. thats like 2 Le Snacks. great isnt it? i dont know how ppl can exercise so much to burn off an entire meal. i was there for half and hour and it was killing me already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;holiday goal:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; get a life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37470227-116355368546111782?l=blahblahblableh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahblableh.blogspot.com/feeds/116355368546111782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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