<?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-3842719511347551747</id><updated>2011-07-30T07:01:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad3liNe's Bloggy~ ¦D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842719511347551747.post-7864931703948846128</id><published>2011-07-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:30:13.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling scared.</title><content type='html'>Feeling scared of what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of failing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Because. I'm just too scared to handle the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-7864931703948846128?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/7864931703948846128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=7864931703948846128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7864931703948846128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7864931703948846128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-feeling-scared.html' title='I&apos;m feeling scared.'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-4549680151933980573</id><published>2011-07-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:39:16.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Adeline</title><content type='html'>Yes that's me. Sigh. I have mixed feeling right now. Going on a bumpy ride. And stinky mosquitoes are biting me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-4549680151933980573?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/4549680151933980573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=4549680151933980573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/4549680151933980573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/4549680151933980573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-name-is-adeline.html' title='My name is Adeline'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-3699164016174972663</id><published>2010-04-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:18:37.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to sayy</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry if I was an ass to you all. I guess there's that person inside of me that's.. well kinda not right.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if there is always something wrong about me, somethings about me that your not comfortable with YOU HAVE YO TELL ME!! I really wanna change. I really wanna be good. I really don't want, to be a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;So...I guess I'm gonna be better. I gotta feeling. Okay Here we go~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A heart that has been stained for so long, takes a long time to wash away the blackness of it's soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You So Much. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-3699164016174972663?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/3699164016174972663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=3699164016174972663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/3699164016174972663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/3699164016174972663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-to-sayy.html' title='Just to sayy'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-6929129236978913528</id><published>2010-03-11T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:50:18.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaaaaar</title><content type='html'>For Lent I have Given up:&lt;br /&gt;1) Facebooking ( yes if you see me on it's my little brother who plays the facebook games)&lt;br /&gt;2) Food ( Manhattan fish market, sushi, pizza)&lt;br /&gt;3) I shall not be selfish! ( I just realise I sometimes am &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;4) ___________________ ( You're not allowed to see! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realise I'm not really serious in studies, mm.... why is that D: i'm not that obsessed with going college or uni stuff. I think this is a bad thing shiiit #&amp;amp;$*%#! oh well.. go with the flow of the stream, just accept where it will take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader's option: Is Micah a nice GIRL name LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-6929129236978913528?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/6929129236978913528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=6929129236978913528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6929129236978913528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6929129236978913528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2010/03/raaaaaar.html' title='Raaaaaar'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-7426076904511040444</id><published>2010-03-05T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:24:33.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy these days.. not really achieving much either. Maybe cauz my suckish time managing skills ;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try new things. finally got photoshop to work x3. just no time to use.. too tired after school end up sleeping in the afternoon sigh. And probably i'm slow in EVERYTHING. yes. must improve. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-7426076904511040444?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/7426076904511040444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=7426076904511040444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7426076904511040444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7426076904511040444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-2683744743500612242</id><published>2010-01-17T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:06:07.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pink strand of hair.</title><content type='html'>If we were to grow a stand of pink hair each time we have a problem, everyone would have highlights or maybe even a headful of pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;We, keep drooling upon our past actions, always wanting to restart our lives, unmaking those past mistakes. "Why did I do that, or why didn't I gave said that, Why was I so stupid"&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts just make us worry, feel bad, MERAJUK, and makes us sad for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are really doing is that we are yelling at that strand of pink hair. Isn't that stupid? What we are really doing is this :" Why is this hair here,why won't you go away." And if you just keep questioning and throwing your inner rage at that problem,it's as meaningless as yelling at a rock, or to say that strand of pink hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much that person has hurt you, even if they screwed up your life, mugged you, cheated on your heart, beat you up just for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we ask ourselves:" How can we forgive? After all that person has done to me." But if we DON'T let go, we'll keep feeding anger to that fire, that burns and eventually consumes us with hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you this, WOULD YOU RATHER FEEL ANGRY,SAD,DEPRESSED,EMO or happy?&lt;br /&gt;We need to LET GO to feel at ease, to not hold on to a grudge, to crawl back up after we've fallen. If we keep holding on to that anger, how are we gonna be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you still think you can't forgive, there's someone who has been through so much more shit than you, and that is God~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ohohoho this links to religion, sorry for those atheist and free tinkers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came down, healed the sick,make the blind see, drive the demons out of people, fed the hungry, performed miracles.&lt;br /&gt;And what did we do? Spat on him,tortured him, crucified him. And despite of that, he still loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were God, I'd burn every last sucker on this planet. Throw plagues and disasters and sickness and lightning and fire and burn everyone in hell. BUT he didn't. (now isn't that great?)If He was like that, I'd wouldn't be here, and we should of course be like him, cause it's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take up your hand, and pluck that pink strand of hair out of your scalp. Let go of the past or you'd never be able to face the future. Forgive those who sin against you. Please come on, I know you are strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-2683744743500612242?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/2683744743500612242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=2683744743500612242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/2683744743500612242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/2683744743500612242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2010/01/pink-strand-of-hair.html' title='A pink strand of hair.'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-6660686445118302865</id><published>2010-01-15T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:49:50.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>These are the times...&lt;br /&gt;where I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;F * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay !! These are the times in life&lt;br /&gt;that that shitty person is screwing me over.&lt;br /&gt;and that asshole will burn in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREWW IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-6660686445118302865?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/6660686445118302865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=6660686445118302865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6660686445118302865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6660686445118302865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-1656755686019334468</id><published>2009-12-16T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:30:58.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Parade</title><content type='html'>I love this part:&lt;br /&gt;On and on we carry through the fears&lt;br /&gt;Ooh oh ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed faces of your peers&lt;br /&gt;Ooh oh ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me cause I could not care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do or die, you'll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world will never take my heart&lt;br /&gt;Go and try, you'll never break me&lt;br /&gt;We want it all, we wanna play this part&lt;br /&gt;I won't explain or say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar&lt;br /&gt;Give a cheer for all the broken&lt;br /&gt;Listen here, because it's who we are&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man, I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy, who had to sing this song&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man, I'm not a hero&lt;br /&gt;I! don't! care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're dead and gone believe me&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;And though you're broken and defeated&lt;br /&gt;Your weary widow marches on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do or die, you'll never make me&lt;br /&gt;Because the world will never take my heart&lt;br /&gt;Go and try, you'll never break me&lt;br /&gt;We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Balloon.&lt;br /&gt;Is a perfect balloon.&lt;br /&gt;The blue, the eyes, the smile. ( see picture -----&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;it felt like, it was&lt;br /&gt;tugging my hand.&lt;br /&gt;As if, If wants to fly away.&lt;br /&gt;So.. with much effort.&lt;br /&gt;With much sadness.&lt;br /&gt;My hand opened.&lt;br /&gt;And it flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;time flew.&lt;br /&gt;Memories,&lt;br /&gt;Like the pages of the calender.&lt;br /&gt;We always tear away the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;Throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My balloon.&lt;br /&gt;Then came back.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;it was stained.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty.&lt;br /&gt;And different.&lt;br /&gt;Should I&lt;br /&gt;Welcome it back with open arms?&lt;br /&gt;Or...&lt;br /&gt;Reject it,&lt;br /&gt;and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;my old balloon back.&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;If it's not you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;br /&gt;want you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-1656755686019334468?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/1656755686019334468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=1656755686019334468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/1656755686019334468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/1656755686019334468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-parade.html' title='Black Parade'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-5465220255789858242</id><published>2009-12-14T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:58:55.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak</title><content type='html'>zzz... now i'm being so emo........................... freak freak. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;well... guess i'll take 1 week or so to cool off...zzzz...freaaaaak damnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5465220255789858242?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5465220255789858242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5465220255789858242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5465220255789858242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5465220255789858242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/12/freak.html' title='Freak'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-467642524189418782</id><published>2009-12-14T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:13:57.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Demon and the Serpent.</title><content type='html'>Demon = &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Serpent = &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We meet again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cause we're stuck in the same place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup, you're with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Always right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am the serpent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am the Demon monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll sit and curl my tail, and flick my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I stand behind you. The horns on my head, my mouth of blood and fangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They are both me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be the evil one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But I wanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But she doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aww.. but revenge is sweet~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Uh huh. And you go to hell afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can keep sinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If you don't wanna stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it's your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Like a balloon I let you go~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You fly in the pleasure of the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And you realise..( dramatic drum noise )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;..... and you realise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lost.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and "We" are not going to open our arms to catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In the long run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll spit in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll sing the song by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And watch you rot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I guess that's when you realise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You are in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Depts of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3842719511347551747-467642524189418782?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/467642524189418782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=467642524189418782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/467642524189418782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/467642524189418782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/12/demon-and-serpent.html' title='The Demon and the Serpent.'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-3959078671002239859</id><published>2009-11-08T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:14:02.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mayonnaise Jar And Two Cups Of Coffee.</title><content type='html'>I got this e-mail from my friend years ago. It's pretty meaningful =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else---the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents.. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked." The coffee just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend." Please share this with someone you care about..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-3959078671002239859?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/3959078671002239859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=3959078671002239859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/3959078671002239859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/3959078671002239859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/11/mayonnaise-jar-and-two-cups-of-coffee.html' title='A Mayonnaise Jar And Two Cups Of Coffee.'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-31730561752139163</id><published>2009-11-06T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:25:25.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahooooo~!</title><content type='html'>Okay horrayy! exams are ovar..before the exam i had alot of things to do. Here's my list lala&lt;br /&gt;Adeline's OMGEXAMAREOVAHBABE list-of-things-to-do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play computer games :3&lt;br /&gt;2. Read meh story books ( I neglected them bcos if not i'll be neglecting my studies &gt;_&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch movies wohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;4. CLEAN MY ROOM ( lol it's really damn messy )&lt;br /&gt;5. Make bookmarks ( lol i found a hobby although i suck pretty bad sigh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... well that's what I'm gonna do now.. I seriously lack determination but I'll try my best, especially no.4 @_@.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-31730561752139163?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/31730561752139163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=31730561752139163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/31730561752139163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/31730561752139163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/11/yahooooo.html' title='Yahooooo~!'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-627448957264573469</id><published>2009-11-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:42:27.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Up stuff i need to do/not to do</title><content type='html'>I wish I'll grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so immature,I like toys ( stuff animals ). Well.. i'm not sure if it cause i'm a girl or what. Eeyore and Tigger to me are so damn cute. I laugh at Spongebob's lame jokes like an idiot, i dunno if i do have a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I bump into alot of things in the house. Making my side, toes, hand, elbow and probably anything that's bony and sticks out blue-black. I rush to do things and end up falling, twist muscles and ligaments and more blue-blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hiding around corner to scare people. Seeing their bewildered expressions and shouts of surprise. I fact, i'll do everything i can just to see that face, even if it means crawling in a tight spot or standing still for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And food, I'm always being picky about my food, not eating chili cause it makes my stomach bloated. Sour stuff that makes my face twist, like sour skittles and ice-cream. Coffee and tea taste bitter to my tongue. I spill my food and drinks more than any member of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate smells, like my dad's perfume, I prefer flowers. I can hardly keep my balance right in school shoes and you want me to walk in High-Heels? i think if there's an emergency how are the ppls in high-heels gonna run away...zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of horror movies, like a little kid i'm imagining all the nonsense and scare myself to death. In fact i close my eyes when i see a horror movie advertisement. So horray..wheeee..... I really hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn i cry pretty easily =( and for the stupidest things like falling from the stairs that day and when sammy and friends helped me i feel so &gt;__&lt;. like i wanna bury my face freak it was embarrasingg cause i'm so so so so stupid running down the stairs freak.. It's not that i'm not grateful lol but i feel so stupid for doing that. Not your fault so don't think of it that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't act actually my age. I'm freaking 16 man. and i still don't like coffee =(. what am i gonna do if i don't grow out of these things zzzz... I'm not sure if i'll live well alone if i go abroad or something &gt;_&lt; Well hope my puberty gland starts working&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-627448957264573469?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/627448957264573469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=627448957264573469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/627448957264573469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/627448957264573469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/11/grown-up-stuff-i-need-to-donot-to-do.html' title='Grown Up stuff i need to do/not to do'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-7095273064491958057</id><published>2009-10-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:25:25.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and Truth</title><content type='html'>I rather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die by the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than to live in a lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-7095273064491958057?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/7095273064491958057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=7095273064491958057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7095273064491958057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7095273064491958057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/10/lies-and-truth.html' title='Lies and Truth'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-3637716369177933073</id><published>2009-09-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:51:36.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuna</title><content type='html'>I just wanna say, that i'm sorry if i'm not good in talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda because i see things different from everybody, and since i can't feel the same way i can't talk to you like i actually know it. I'm an alien. I need to experience the thing before i know how it feels. Yea it pretty much sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably got this attitude from my mom, cause like she sees things like super duper optimistic and it kinda rubbed on me. Like maybe i complain about a friend from school, then she says like :" oh there are always people like that in the world and in life we must try to...............(never ending advise about how to deal with ppl in life-advise)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's kindaa.. annoying sometimes she drones on and on about it sigh. But then someone taught me to look at stuff on the bright sidee wheee... so i guess that's what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl who jealous..so she bullies or pulls me away. So i guess i think it like this "okay this is my test subject. I see what things she does and NOT DO IT when in future because it hurts others." So I let her keep doing it and i keep learning from her mistakes and i win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it's not really the same as my mom, but partially same concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess.. everytime something bad has happend to me, It's just a fall. It's like a mistake that we will learn from. Like why there is suffering, for ppl to KNOW what's suffering and WHAT WE DO to OVERCOME IT. So like i had a fight with my friend over..um.. okay example I lied to her that i got a million dollers. So she finds out i don't even have a single penny, so then it's when you know like it's wrong to lie and lying loses your friends and so.. we learn that in the end of the day we should not lie. The falls here are, you and your friend yelling at each other, you and your friend spitting? cat-fight meow..? So if you didn't have that fall how would you know that lying is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... bare with me that when i'm shutting up it's that i don't want to say what's in my mind because A) it might hurt the person ( i tend to be mean ) B) ppl would be super annoyed cause i din't say the things they wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i blog, it's like i'm a completely different person. maybe cause theres no one here wheee.. or what, it's like a diary. sure sure. Adeline is not really the person you think you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..if there is anything wrong with me just tell me. I respect all your wishes and don't give me stupid things like :" oh i hate how you bring tuna to school it's all milky lol~" because then you have problems, cause theres nothing wrong with tuna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-3637716369177933073?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/3637716369177933073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=3637716369177933073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/3637716369177933073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/3637716369177933073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuna.html' title='Tuna'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-5415216983685984153</id><published>2009-09-05T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:28:00.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>I have just realise.&lt;br /&gt;when i blog i don't blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rant. I complain. I say all the frustration in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i won't call this a blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Adeline's Ranting Corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5415216983685984153?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5415216983685984153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5415216983685984153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5415216983685984153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5415216983685984153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-6669976770251291429</id><published>2009-09-04T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:07:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise</title><content type='html'>Just Few words.. erk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If you can't fulfill your promise, please don't make one in the beginning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise it means alot actually. You can really hurt someone. That's why i don't make so many if i know there's a chance of me failing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whoever you know who. Keep that promise, if not. I dunno if can ever acknowledge you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-6669976770251291429?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/6669976770251291429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=6669976770251291429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6669976770251291429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6669976770251291429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/09/promise.html' title='A Promise'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-4746221730354437078</id><published>2009-08-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:52:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>One of the most annoying thing to me is that when someone is singing next to me. I dunno la, but i just find it stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well probably because it's my little brother &gt;.&gt;. When he has a song in his head he sings it really loud + off-tune + wrong lyrics i get shit frustrated.  That time with the high school musical craze i probably went crazy, everyone is freak singing it especially my brother and it's so damn annoying. Now he has Love Story by taylor swift and that iss soo (*&amp;amp;!#&amp;amp;!#@$&amp;amp;^....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keep also using the tune like the part " Baby just say yes" he puts in " oh noo, oh noo" when he's playing games and in trouble or talking to my mom. He begged me to put that song in the mp3 ( the prize from FFF ) now i regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just sooo annoying, when i'm doing my work and someone is singing....... I mean if you sing great then i would ask you to keep going. But for those who sing baaadly (well to me la) then get ready to be mauled with insults. Beh tahan de, all better practice your singing chord if you want to sing next to me =_= or better yet just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in concerts i'm okay with ppl singing cause there's music and stuff guitar playing blah blah. Like i'm okay when every party or birthday my cousins are singing for the b.day girl/boy cause they sing quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that i'm going down to KL. I wasn't looking forward to it at first cause i'm the STAYVACATION type of person sheesh. But then again i can buy alots of books and dump the bill in my dad buahahahahaha. + there's IKEA and burger king and clothes and stuff yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rawr buhh baaii peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-4746221730354437078?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/4746221730354437078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=4746221730354437078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/4746221730354437078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/4746221730354437078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/08/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-1966211903095030468</id><published>2009-08-23T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:15:13.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>I just have a few words to say and the words are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-1966211903095030468?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/1966211903095030468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=1966211903095030468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/1966211903095030468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/1966211903095030468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-5299666375675635214</id><published>2009-08-22T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:01:21.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/So_BpCj3KYI/AAAAAAAAABk/B22Ivxnr0D0/s1600-h/Lamb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/So_BpCj3KYI/AAAAAAAAABk/B22Ivxnr0D0/s320/Lamb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372725791282375042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am,&lt;br /&gt;The Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That painted my wool white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That holds the sword of power and might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;Never has before&lt;br /&gt;has anyone seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demon face.&lt;br /&gt;Scarred with lies.&lt;br /&gt;Full of disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect face&lt;br /&gt;painted an Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the smile full of sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes melt of serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Ears that listen to pain.&lt;br /&gt;Tongues that speak of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing this mask.&lt;br /&gt;Behind it's the monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to Blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the pure ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I painted my skin&lt;br /&gt;And wore the angelic mask&lt;br /&gt;And walked into the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out of Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5299666375675635214?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5299666375675635214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5299666375675635214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5299666375675635214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5299666375675635214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/08/black-sheep.html' title='Black Sheep'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/So_BpCj3KYI/AAAAAAAAABk/B22Ivxnr0D0/s72-c/Lamb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842719511347551747.post-5628025213837859427</id><published>2009-08-10T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:42:47.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SoBMh3DqGkI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ps0YZPOPxFU/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SoBMh3DqGkI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ps0YZPOPxFU/s320/DSC01759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368374900424317506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in my house is broken. Well not particularly everything, but important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the door handle? It's completely gone. My dad says we don't even need it. So like wutt... it's hard to lock the door now need a pad lock and key and you have to use two hands to open the door. or use your leg to keep the door closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom says she's gonna fix it herself hehe..but that would probably take a few months before she actually starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup that's where i get my determination from lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing is the new Adeline Weather Forecast. But it predicts the weather when the day is over huahahaha.. gonna try it out, see look out for the forecast ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5628025213837859427?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5628025213837859427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5628025213837859427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5628025213837859427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5628025213837859427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SoBMh3DqGkI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ps0YZPOPxFU/s72-c/DSC01759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842719511347551747.post-1110107697955888749</id><published>2009-08-02T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:00:49.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CPT Food and Fun Fest 09'</title><content type='html'>Heh..what to say about this day? It's was great, haha. So I'm gonna split it to mornings and afternoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part was going to concert, since my shift waz at afternoon huauahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay the talk host ppl were bad one thing =\..they sounded sarcastic like "woww? wasn't that just sooooooooo complicated...?" well i know they didn't really meant for it to be sarcastic ( or maybe they were!! D: ) but have more enthusiasm yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing&lt;br /&gt;1. Micheal Jackson Group ( What's their stage name lol..?) It's a hit, although the moves are okay but the beat and the syncronized performance + the songg T_T it was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Simply Complicated ( Rachel+dancers ) Wow..the moves are fast and steady ( especially rachel ) although she's not the best persons in life, she one good dancer ( well she is lol ). They were really a hit actually hoho.. great performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The phantom  ( White mask red caps, i think )was awesome kinda creepy but cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for minutes ( 30 mins ) for haunted house, then they closed cause needed mantainence for props. By the time it had to open already afternoon shift =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shifty times haiz..&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned to The Loop-a-Hook but kt and haslin doing good and Frogg not enough ppl so i switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then concert half the ppl went even Nian Zle who was in Food section had to help out the games stall sighh. Then LAH (Loop-a-hook) had 1 person so i switched there &gt;.&lt;...then Frog not enough ask me come back but LAH nobody to jaga with Denise.. well can't blame ppl got concert then ppl shift over then got stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad headache. I needed to sleep (doctor Nian Zle says).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nat and some others went around to ask for help, thank god some came. Then the J twins needed hands in the Milk shake stall. Only them left + Maths teacher Pn. Chen who took pity on them and helped the boiling of bubbles? ( Lol wat's that ._.) So yay my shoes have holes at the bottom so the water went in and socks got wet :o.. learned how to do ice blend ( milk shake finished!!) kinda fun but crazy when alot of ppl start ordering stuff @@ then got confused lalala forgot to put the cap on properly when shaking the jug ._.  then i think shafika came and helped hoho..so went back to games stall wheeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh..so then all the prizes finished at the end of the day, i learned that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEIGHT&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; advantage to playing games. Yup hypothesis tested with participants in games haha.. and height won the guy a teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD  Then clean up the place.. Pond water eww.. :&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DIDN'T GET A BALLOON *&amp;amp;!^#$%!#*&lt;/span&gt; but this was a great day came back at 4:30 and slept till 7pm =] and the docter is always right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-1110107697955888749?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/1110107697955888749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=1110107697955888749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/1110107697955888749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/1110107697955888749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/08/cpt-food-and-fun-fest-09.html' title='CPT Food and Fun Fest 09&apos;'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-7814124503303747114</id><published>2009-07-24T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:16:08.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a GIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;before you say an unkind word - Think of someone  who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;you complain about the taste of your food - Think of  someone&lt;br /&gt;who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;you complain about your husband or wife - Think of  someone&lt;br /&gt;who's crying out to GOD for a companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;before you complain about life - Think of someone who  died&lt;br /&gt;too early on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;you complain about your children - Think of someone  who&lt;br /&gt;desires children but they're barren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean  or&lt;br /&gt;sweep - Think of the people who are living in the  streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;whining about the distance you drive Think of someone  who&lt;br /&gt;walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And  when&lt;br /&gt;you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the&lt;br /&gt;unemployed,  the disabled, and those who wish they had  your&lt;br /&gt;job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;before you think of pointing the finger or  condemning&lt;br /&gt;another -&lt;b&gt; Remember that not one of us is without  sin&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: 標楷體;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Calibri;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And when&lt;br /&gt;depressing thoughts seem  to get you down - Put a smile on&lt;br /&gt;your face and think: you're alive and  still&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-7814124503303747114?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/7814124503303747114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=7814124503303747114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7814124503303747114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/7814124503303747114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-gift.html' title='Life is a GIFT'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-663830358223775151</id><published>2009-07-10T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:03:20.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O2Mania</title><content type='html'>Yea i wish!! Hehe.. Here's an awesomeee video made by somebody &lt;3 ;D My eyes are glued to da screeen *o*.. THANKIES!! X3  I watched this on the day of the sejarah quiz, i was in a pretty suckish mood cause i couldn't sleep during the quiz zzzz... But it brighten up my mood when i watch this..enjoyy x3&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBRDNiNe_rE&lt;br /&gt;And another one&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqubVH-zG2Q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-663830358223775151?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/663830358223775151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=663830358223775151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/663830358223775151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/663830358223775151'/><link 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tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or let it smear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ruin my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or burn a hole in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate people ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sympathize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for their pathetic brain they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this cross the line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get pissed because of that person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5374665987675534091?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5374665987675534091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5374665987675534091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5374665987675534091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5374665987675534091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-dont-perasan-of-this.html' title='Damn ( Don&apos;t perasan of this =_= )'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-8405609578405819288</id><published>2009-06-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:30:55.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a poem by Tim Burton, =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;They were a normal, happy husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith would be a mom,&lt;br /&gt;which would make him the dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something was wrong with the bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't human at all,&lt;br /&gt;it was a robot boy!&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't warm and cuddly&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't have skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, there was a cold, thin layer of tin&lt;br /&gt;There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;He just lay there and stared,&lt;br /&gt;Not living or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time he seemed alive at all&lt;br /&gt;was with a long extension chord&lt;br /&gt;plugged into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Smith yelled at the doctor,&lt;br /&gt;"what have you done to my boy?&lt;br /&gt;He's not flesh and blood,&lt;br /&gt;he's aluminum alloy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor sad gently,&lt;br /&gt;"what I'm going to say&lt;br /&gt;will sound pretty wild.&lt;br /&gt;but you're not the father&lt;br /&gt;of this strange looking child.&lt;br /&gt;You see, there still is some question&lt;br /&gt;about the child's gender,&lt;br /&gt;but we think that its father&lt;br /&gt;is a microwave blender."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smith' lives were now filled&lt;br /&gt;with misery and strife.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Smith hated her husband,&lt;br /&gt;and he hated his wife.&lt;br /&gt;He never forgave her unholy alliance:&lt;br /&gt;a sexual encounter&lt;br /&gt;with a kitchen appliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Robot Boy&lt;br /&gt;Grew to be a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he was often mistaken&lt;br /&gt;for a garbage can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-8405609578405819288?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/8405609578405819288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=8405609578405819288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/8405609578405819288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/8405609578405819288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/06/robot-boy.html' title='Robot Boy'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-5829490126619051302</id><published>2009-06-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:10:59.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay listen up, to all that i know, my favourite colour is NOT purple &gt;.&gt;. And btw i don not have a favourite colour. i like ALL colour because i'm greedy selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay maybe i lied, my ultimate favourite color is Blue, baby blue specificly. My blue pen ink,cover, black pen cover (lol?), my pencil box's eyes, my uhm favourite stuff animal BLUEY! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But anyways. here's my option on colours, obviously my fav color is blue some assume you like all blue things. NO of course NOT =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colours I like On Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Yellow on a car ( like bumblebee or a light yellow volkswagon slurrrr )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. White flowers ( baby's breath, and some others i can't remember da names )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. White, Brown, Black on dogs ( not all colors on ONE dog btw &gt;&lt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Baby purple or white clothes ( hehe )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. Yellow on a cake ( CHEESE CAKE!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. Green or pink leaves on a tree ( green for health or cherry blossoms x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;7. Brownish hair ( hehe but i dun mind any colors, maybe not pink =\)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;8. Silver ( as in the jewellry stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;9. Baby Purple ( in the paints you can mix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Constast Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Red and Green ( santa elves look!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Yellow and Purple ( hehe looks like wo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. Black and white ( haha )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Yellow and Bloody Red ( slurrr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;5. White and anything X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So I guess I like natural colors, um hard to explain what i like, well i dun like neon (expect at night glowyy *o* hahhahaha )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5829490126619051302?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5829490126619051302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5829490126619051302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5829490126619051302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5829490126619051302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/06/colours.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-469195373015782173</id><published>2009-05-31T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:41:33.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol Exams</title><content type='html'>Bio: If i pass i'll lick the floor&lt;br /&gt;Chem: Ditto&lt;br /&gt;Phys: Not bad, not easy, Bad&lt;br /&gt;Eng: .... I so screwed the essay&lt;br /&gt;EST: !!! report !!! wth to write about a HP &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sej: So so dead when holiday ends&lt;br /&gt;BM: =_= my gosh&lt;br /&gt;Add m : O_O *pengsan*&lt;br /&gt;M.M : probably might pass ^^&lt;br /&gt;Moral : I give up man&lt;br /&gt;Sivik : wish my malay was good &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my exams were shitshitshitshitshit. I did really badly this time ;_;&lt;br /&gt;But to tell you the truth..here it comess... if i keep getting so stressed out for exams? is that life?? god gave us a life, should we not treasure it? so conclusion, i'll live my life to the fullest and i don't care if i so screw up my exams as long as i am happy that's life to me. were gonna die anyways =[...but still, can't let my parents down xD still got to study darn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-469195373015782173?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/469195373015782173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=469195373015782173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/469195373015782173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/469195373015782173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol-exams.html' title='Lol Exams'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-222011569486937049</id><published>2009-04-27T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:49:23.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Clock in Da House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWK6vnOe6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yhS6AE-SF-U/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWK6vnOe6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yhS6AE-SF-U/s320/DSC01283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329318475880889250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho....my kaypo dad...brought home something "useless"-but-awesomely-cool-in-a-way.&lt;br /&gt;And What's that's a GRANDPA CLOCK!! @.@&lt;br /&gt;....Anyway, we didn't have a place to put this clock ._. .. but my friend's grandmother was moving house, they wanted to sell this clock...so my dad had been helping them since friend friend ma.. So he bought the clock lolll&lt;br /&gt;I like grandpa clocks particularly.. i dunno they seem so cool in a way haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bringing up the Clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this was funny.. it took my mum, dad, maid, Euan (cousin) and me ( i just pressed the lift button) to bring it up... huahahahha. it's pretty heavy .. but eventually we brought it from downstairs to up up X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to put? Guess where.. under another clock wheeeeeeeeeeeee...not a bad place though BUT.........it's blocking the switches for the lights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWMGbUTpLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZGNTWP9OgF8/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWMGbUTpLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZGNTWP9OgF8/s320/DSC01286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329319776102884530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww poor switches..and telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWMPpBpM6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0Dfk2gVy8Dg/s1600-h/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWMPpBpM6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0Dfk2gVy8Dg/s320/DSC01287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329319934401524642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..it suits the place.. and soo...it's gonna be there for another few years until we find a place =\.. eww now lazy to reach at the back for the switches T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWMXM02lQI/AAAAAAAAABE/BNlyaRV3rGg/s1600-h/DSC01288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWMXM02lQI/AAAAAAAAABE/BNlyaRV3rGg/s320/DSC01288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329320064270636290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-222011569486937049?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/222011569486937049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=222011569486937049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/222011569486937049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/222011569486937049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-clock-in-da-house.html' title='New Clock in Da House'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/SfWK6vnOe6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yhS6AE-SF-U/s72-c/DSC01283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842719511347551747.post-2115702391575224135</id><published>2009-04-20T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:26:38.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/Sex349TazmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k5YclLMLBnU/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/Sex349TazmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k5YclLMLBnU/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326764279684845154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sup' doggie X3 dog of saturday morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing meh EST homework at 9am in the morning.. my mom came home from her saturday jog.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i just continued blahblah she called my name, And told me she Brought Home A Stray Dog. o0 not surprisingly my mum a few years back found 6 newborn puppies in a small well. ( the well was only 1 foot so no worries XD) and we took care of it the whole weekend until the SPCA came and..well they were too young to be taken cared off soo.. X_X poor puppies..&lt;br /&gt;So now's it's this year, I like dog particularly so i went down with the whole family ( super KayPo family members yay including me!)went to see the little doggie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DownStaaars =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.. we went down, the first thing i saw was this pretty girl ( maybe only 18? or older) holding on to this grey sad looking doggg =[.. Now i only knew my mum brought the dog home ( including a girl who helped/dared carry him) from the youth park. AW the dog's fur was really bad.. the sides have been something like shaved off ( my mum says monkeys maybe attacked it and scratched it). &lt;br /&gt;Okay we were all wooing on the pretty dog, my dad gave it some milk and it lapped it finish.hehe.. Theen, my mum had to fetch the girl home.. my dad had to fetch my little brother to tuition, and left me to take care of the dog O_O.. *&amp;^@$! I didn't know what to doo T_T they just dumped the dog in my arms and drove off T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/Sex0S6LKOcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CDK_bUa-msU/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/Sex0S6LKOcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CDK_bUa-msU/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326760327474985410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey cute doggie X3.. so you can see how big he is..&lt;br /&gt;THe dog was wondering all over the place( The place was the carwashhie) we were watching the lady handling the dustbins..whenever she CLANK the covers the dog would jump and kind off run O_O and me chasing after it.. i have no experience with dogs T_T and this dog was as heavy as um.. My wednesday school bag bah.. so all i did was..follow the dog around &gt;&lt; whee not the funnest thing in a morning. He then proceeded to sniff everything. &lt;br /&gt;For a while later he just lied down on the ground. so i just sat beside him =\..kind of awkward silence...then remembered In MArley and Me the book (yea nice book X3) the owner talked to the dog to calm him down..so ..... felt kinda stupid o_o i just asked the dog..do you have a family?? i have a family..i have a mum dad brother and little brother..my brother is in NZ...... then..i was thinking "wth i'm talking to something... like an idiot" &lt;br /&gt;oh fine i just um.. like what mothers do to their kids o_o.. just hummed a tune.... o.o..but that seemed to work eh? the dog proceeded to edge to me and sniffed my hand XD.. kinda cute in a way he lied down halfway on my lap. just watching the dustbin lady as a distraction yay!&lt;br /&gt;then..the dustbin lady finished her job..so unlucky my distraction and the dog's were gone.. the dog got bored and went around for a sniffing routine again.. after maybe 10 mins YAY MUM CAME HOME T_T didn't know if the dog might get run over because of me and yay mum's here ( gives the job to her )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then..the manager came @@ i was gonne expect " why is the dog here? do you not know that dogs are forbidden in apartments O_O" but kinda suprising he likes and has dogs so...he wanted to own the dog lollll .-.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end the dog didn't go to the SPCA and went to the nice manager ( hope singhs don't eat dogs &gt;&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-2115702391575224135?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/2115702391575224135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=2115702391575224135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/2115702391575224135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/2115702391575224135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday..'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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/_yAgxZzD5nOQ/Sex349TazmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/k5YclLMLBnU/s72-c/DSC01236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3842719511347551747.post-8925132647350297297</id><published>2009-03-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:09:34.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Hearts :Chain Of memories</title><content type='html'>Hm...I have finally finished the game this holiday :D i'm really happy it took me about...since December to now? loll..okay fineee i suck at boss at the beginning i didn't have any idea about the card card systems..&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay let's look at Sora's Story then:&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet good, larxene was great &lt;3 axel 8D and marrluxiaa =] i like to say his name.. The villains are awesome better than sora and gang huahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some might know you don't run around with the keyblade and spam spam X and O..this uses darn cards i didn't know the value of cards ( 0-9 ) 1 is the weakest, 9 can beat any number lower and 0 can beat all cards( well some cards are like 27?) but enemies beat 0 anytime. I got so frustrated with the game play i stopped for about 3 days? Read the tutorial and finally understood &gt;.&gt;.. Sora's cards are funner to play because you get to choose what sleight you want and have the cards you like.&lt;br /&gt;The ending was.... fine okay Marluxia was a painn..&gt;&lt; have to fight him 3 times continuously @@..it's scary the first time but second time ( yea screw it i died ) you already know what his skills are then spaaaaaaam 0!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Sora story fun and friendly, story will twist form here to there.. in the end yeeesh he goes to sleep that's all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay..when you finish Sora's story you get to play Riku's =]&lt;br /&gt;Riku's Story:&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.i have to say, it was deaddd lonely..i kinda pity Riku he didn't have anyone with him (like sora has goofy and donald) so you just see him fighting the darkness occasionally seeing the Organization :3 only part i look forward to..Lexous, With his Giant Micrometer Screwgauge, Vexen icey shield..Zexion like R.O.D controls paper D:.. and takes my !@#(*$! cards away &gt;&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Sora's card Riku has a specific type which changes every world he goes to.. i hated that part some times your cards all are 1 2 4 2 6...not even a 0 or 9..then i just run away from enemies and start a new map :P.&lt;br /&gt;But Riku can become his D-Mode DaDaDummm...!! which has pretty cool sleights and he looks like a she-man =x..but awesome anyways.. Riku jumps and dodge roll better than Sora ho ho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..in the end Riku had to fight Ansem wow..It was a pain too my thumb has fallen off :&lt; BUt the ending wowwwwwwwwwwwwwww :D I loved the ending it's really nicee but saddening at the same time he looked really delicious in his coat, only mickey there to ruin the picture ;''.. Diz then blah blah blah Go watch the video it's really nice :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i don't have any games to play on the ps2..waiting for naruto shippu 3 and the next holidays..i think i will play ffx..I hate you SIN!! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-8925132647350297297?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/8925132647350297297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=8925132647350297297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/8925132647350297297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/8925132647350297297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/03/kingdom-hearts-chain-of-memories.html' title='Kingdom Hearts :Chain Of memories'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-6953846921869924233</id><published>2009-03-15T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:17:27.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisukurimu - Saphie</title><content type='html'>eww...now i only see how gay he looked..sorry for burning your eyes people &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-6953846921869924233?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/6953846921869924233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=6953846921869924233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6953846921869924233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/6953846921869924233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/03/aisukurimu-saphie.html' title='Aisukurimu - Saphie'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-8858716242745861995</id><published>2009-03-08T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:28:56.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh March~time to update</title><content type='html'>...well just to say In Febuary, I:&lt;br /&gt;-Said Good bye to my dear brother who has left the family for sheep..&lt;br /&gt;-Transferred to Convent Pulau Tikus, Good bye Peng Hua!!&lt;br /&gt;-how horrible for two families to sit in one car going down to KL and back up..&lt;br /&gt;-had new friends :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um okay now that my older brother is gone..things have changed in the house. Sometimes i dance around the house without fearing of my older brother to critic me on my two left feet. HoHo.. and other embarrassing things i do in my own presence xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..well since i'm now in CPT let's take a look at it. Now i can grow long hair haha!! 9 years of absence i didn't grew my hair long, i wonder how it would be. =\. Yea on the last day of penghua i was quiet sad, sent 8 new year card to close friends, they seemed suspicious &gt;&lt; well i didn't tell them i didn't want them yelling at me or anything. I look forward to seeing Penghua again, maybe i will drop by a while. &lt;br /&gt;When i stepped into CPT, things were quiet different from my school. Well there weren't alot of people in this school not like penghua, but that's alright. i hardly knew 1/8 people in my old school =\, so i guess a small number would be okay. Rules here aren't as rigid as PengHua &gt;.&gt;..that's a small change. I was really shy when i came, well that's normal as you didn't really know anyone. well i knew a few like andrea, haslin, natalie and such from SundaySchool. but now i guess i have a more friends =D thank God. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-8858716242745861995?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/8858716242745861995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=8858716242745861995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/8858716242745861995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/8858716242745861995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-marchtime-to-update.html' title='Sigh March~time to update'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-5124504581126488241</id><published>2009-01-12T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:22:20.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009~</title><content type='html'>arghh...now let's reflect on 2008.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the year, i broke up with my best friends and pursued for new ones..i found my old ones rather..erm well i'll end up in hell if i stuck too much with them :x..started morning school whoppie! not bad and i call-pool with a teacher who lives in my apartment :D, lucky she teaching form5....&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't very serious about studying when i was in younger forms...i imaged myself that i'm gonna die one day, why shouldn't i enjoy my final days :x..people workhard, work work till death..is that life?? x0..&lt;br /&gt;so i pretty much slacked off &gt;.&gt;..sigh. Ah well now learn from past mistakes and shall not do them again :3..deng.&lt;br /&gt;2008' Memories:&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese New Year in KL! eww i got food poisoning the whole chinese new year, evil spoilt bread..TT-TT&lt;br /&gt;-Beijing Olympics 08'!! oh the opening ceremony was awesomee..&lt;br /&gt;-In memory of my loving GrandAunt..who passed away from cancer /sob&lt;br /&gt;-PMR..eww @@&lt;br /&gt;-Maps camp huahahahaha..this year's one wasn't bad :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anything else...i'll edit when i remebered somemore :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I will not be selfish :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I will be generous. da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. I will start projects early :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I will not start smoking..*-* evarrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. I will do what i can without asking help from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. I will try not to be evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. or sin .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. I will have to control stupid emotinal self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. I will try not to hurt other people's feelings. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5124504581126488241?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5124504581126488241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5124504581126488241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5124504581126488241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5124504581126488241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009~'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-5993735291131317102</id><published>2008-11-30T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:18:16.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in Uncle's Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha...all my older cousins and brother have served the family tradition of helping at Uncle Chee Keong's Kindergarten..aka The Learning Garden(TLG).it's not a bad job..managing little kids, going out on field-trips etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked earlier the weekend right after PMR with the concert..the little kids were sooo cute x3..dressed up as crazy characters like Aladdin or newyork dancers(one of the best)..but i didn't really see the whole concert ( they said it was nice ) cause helping kids changing into costumes @@..it was a real terror ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MAPs i started to work in TLG again ho ho~...as a libarian wheee.....though it would be horrible staring at children books all day &gt;&lt;..but it wasn't half bad, the teachers were nice and it only took a DAY to finish putting back all the books ahahaha..actualy i expected a month though D: ..then had to checklist them :3..this was easier just sitting down job.    then when the survival camp had field-trips i went with them..went on a tree top bridge wheee~ lol it was fun scary though kids keep shaking the bridge and the floor underneth you is so thin and unstable &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee pics~&lt;br /&gt;sorry sorry i hatee you imaagee shaack whyyy you do this to meehh D; ..i'll post when image shack wants to be good ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-5993735291131317102?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/5993735291131317102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=5993735291131317102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5993735291131317102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/5993735291131317102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-in-uncles-kindergarten.html' title='Working in Uncle&apos;s Kindergarten'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-4715356904674384944</id><published>2008-11-21T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:56:07.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in Cousins house :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;went to jing yong's house today..wow they have a cute little kitty called Pipi LOOOLL..this is how jing yong found her:&lt;br /&gt;He was coming home from school, it was raining really heavily..he was coming to the gate of his school when he heard a :"meow meow" that was continuous..curiously he went to search for the sound. then he saw in the drain was a shivering kitten being washed away by the rushing drain water..he pity it lol, wouldn't you? :&lt;.. he picked it up from the drain and dried it..left it on the pavement..but haha the poor kitten kept following it so he took it home, jing min didn't want it aww..but oh well he brought it home, bathed it and called it PIPI!! @@ pee pee ahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his kitten is so shy kept running under the shelves when it saw us.. :3..so adorable &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the twins at jing's house..Jin Xin and Jin Hui, and again couldn't tell who was who..==, haha jing yong told me a method ho ho..now can different shape between the two yatta!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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Although i fell of the boat, didn't see that rock @@..Donovan driftin' away ho ho..but ouch for aaron hit the rocks @@ poor guyy..but nevertheless it wass sooo awesoomee :D hope to do it again hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery ho ho..we were just trying to hit the trees lolll...vishnu da guru hit a balloon zommg xD i hardly even hit the board @@..¦3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Biking..not what i expected..i was really poofed..hehe..alot of cow dung damn scaryy, but going down was the best :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played twister with gang xD...i think my stomach hurts from uncontrollable laughter..yumesh long legs dun even need to break a sweat heh, Ashraf didn't either!! D: lucky people those guys ..Regreat not taking a picture of suffering people xD&lt;br /&gt;Water hat was cute wish had tried that :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caving, should have broughht &amp;amp;%$(# torch light...i ripped my pants now have to throw it away, aww..body glove shorts wahahaha TT-TT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool Games were awesome pillow fight @@ hope to have one of those :3..that would be cool xD&lt;br /&gt;Paintball..ouch! got hit by matthew, but gave him a blue black in return /gg..but poor guy @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last dayy awwwww...sang the linger song and Aul Lang Sine..( how do you spell that &gt;.&gt;)..did the can can with luorong and shuennie xD so funnyy hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waved good bye and hugged fellow campers..cried to those who i'll never see again,smile at those who i'll see next year lawlll...hope to see all the instructors :3 Ding Dong!! Alex!! Heng Kaii!! Emile!! x3 aaron and lai choo too TT-TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat in the bus, sang froggie hehe..then disturb donovan's phone call to him mom ¦3, try to sell luorong buahahaha..then say good bye to all folks went home :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-2467615497097305581?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/2467615497097305581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=2467615497097305581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/2467615497097305581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/2467615497097305581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-maps.html' title='Back From MAPs'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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-3842719511347551747.post-4929682574092195605</id><published>2008-11-18T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:46:41.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¦3</title><content type='html'>rawr.. first post whoopiee!! xD *blogg blogg bloging*:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3842719511347551747-4929682574092195605?l=ad3line-93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/feeds/4929682574092195605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3842719511347551747&amp;postID=4929682574092195605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/4929682574092195605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3842719511347551747/posts/default/4929682574092195605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ad3line-93.blogspot.com/2008/11/3.html' title='¦3'/><author><name>Ad3liNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11768554735731609450</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>
