<?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-7622286666144004199</id><updated>2011-08-27T21:33:56.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go CHUCK yourself!</title><subtitle type='html'>You will never understand.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2435011073258607495</id><published>2010-11-30T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:06:59.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re:j</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;hi,&lt;BR&gt;i can not believe that i get the new and geniue sony notebook at such a low price.&lt;BR&gt;that is creazy. the website is &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://sn133w.snt133.mail.live.com/mail/www.dahong-electronic.com"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#ff0000&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;www.dahong-electronic.com&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; 仑  		 	   		  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2435011073258607495?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2435011073258607495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2435011073258607495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2435011073258607495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2435011073258607495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/11/rej.html' title='Re:j'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-1642195341971595633</id><published>2010-06-18T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:30:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hey friend&lt;BR&gt;How are you doing recently?&lt;BR&gt;I found a shopping site. 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Their website is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; www.dicbuy.com &lt;BR&gt;Please take some time to have a check ,there must be something you 'd like to purchase . &lt;BR&gt;Hope you have a good mood in shopping from their company ! &lt;BR&gt;Best Regards!!!&lt;BR&gt;M&lt;BR&gt; 		 	   		  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Manage your finance and manage money through MSN Money Special &lt;a href='http://news.in.msn.com/moneyspecial/' target='_new'&gt;Drag n' drop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-1642195341971595633?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1642195341971595633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=1642195341971595633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1642195341971595633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1642195341971595633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5756378186058713595</id><published>2010-06-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:10:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 fucking years.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Complicated by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Mood: OVERJOYED&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web1.twitpic.com/img/110591099-f60503daa998f2bedbc69902651477d7.4c0914f0-full.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://web1.twitpic.com/img/110591099-f60503daa998f2bedbc69902651477d7.4c0914f0-full.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 4TH OF JULY 2002, EXACTLY 8 YEARS AGO, A YOUNG CANADIAN SINGER NAMED AVRIL RAMONA LAVIGNE HAD HER DEBUT ALBUM "LET GO' IN STORES.... Look how far Avril has come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am married. :) Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!  &lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying. Are we demented Or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure.  Oh therapy can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5756378186058713595?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5756378186058713595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5756378186058713595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5756378186058713595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5756378186058713595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-fucking-years.html' title='8 fucking years.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8500960375315072642</id><published>2010-05-20T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:53:51.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is just a boy.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Thema Nr. 1 - Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Feverish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S_TqCfR5r7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/l3aAQOXgEVw/s1600/bill+kaulitz+gasm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S_TqCfR5r7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/l3aAQOXgEVw/s320/bill+kaulitz+gasm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He is only a boy. A boy like any other boy. He eats, breathes, sleeps, pees, just like any other boy. He doesn't have wings or a third eye. Yet, whenever I see him, I want to jump out of my skin and/or faint. He is Bill Kaulitz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm fucking overjoyed because Evan Taubenfeld's debut album Welcome To The Blacklist Club got&amp;nbsp;released&amp;nbsp;on iTunes on the 18th of May 2010. I was so happy I nearly cried. And probably did, too. And&amp;nbsp;nearly&amp;nbsp;died, when Evan Taubenfeld, one of my favourite guitarists ever, replied to me on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S_Tqhcc1_xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WGDBh-1DKD4/s1600/twitterreply.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S_Tqhcc1_xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WGDBh-1DKD4/s320/twitterreply.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying. Are we demented Or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure.  Oh therapy can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8500960375315072642?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8500960375315072642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8500960375315072642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8500960375315072642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8500960375315072642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-is-just-boy.html' title='He is just a boy.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S_TqCfR5r7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/l3aAQOXgEVw/s72-c/bill+kaulitz+gasm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-6404207003537031608</id><published>2010-04-29T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:31:23.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Kaulitz looked at me, smiled and said hi. *melts*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Listening to: Lass Uns Laufen by Tokio Hotel playing in my head :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mood: WIRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Nobody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S9mfIoO0qwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Wk8YHbjf3Xo/s1600/einundzwanzig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S9mfIoO0qwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Wk8YHbjf3Xo/s320/einundzwanzig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The last two days were the most magical of my life. It started on the 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, around 2:30, when I met up with other Tokio Hotel fans after school. We were ranging from 13 to 23 years and we were going to Radio 913 headquarters at SPH (Singapore Press Holdings) to shoot a video that Boy Thunder (BT) and Adam (the radio people) were going to show Tokio Hotel in Malaysia. It went well, I asked them a question in German (half-German… *shifty eyes*) and people passed their gifts to BT, even though he said that gifts were banned. In the end, we sang Monsoon and World Behind My Wall for the video and it ended with us screaming “WIR LIEBEN TOKIO HOTEL!” and me ending off with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ber high-pitched “BIIIILLLL” scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After that, BT told us to come back at 10pm, so we could go on air. With more than 5 hours to spare, we decided to chill at Orchard Road and maybe check out the tent where the Audi Fashion Festival (which was why Tokio Hotel were in Singapore) was going to happen. We ate, chilled and around 8, we were all around the backstage entrance and texting/talking. Suddenly, we looked up and saw, walking in front of Ngee Ann/ Takashimaya… a tall beautiful thing in grey with a faux Mohawk (yes, it’s back and we were the first to see it again) followed by a guy in cornrows. We went all, “FUCKFUCKFUCK!” and I screamed, I couldn’t control myself, so Tokio Hotel was ushered away quickly. Though people saw Georg smile at us and the realisation that there were around 12 crazy fans in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Second time around, we decided to back off and stay calm. Bill scanned through us, and when his eyes met my own, he smiled and said, “hi”. *melts* In all, we saw Tokio Hotel five times, the fourth time with Gustav (who went missing previously) too. Georg said hi the fourth time (did I mention that I was the closest to them the fourth time), so we all went “HI GEORG” back. Gustav showed up so I was all, “GUUUUSTAAAAV!” But the night ended, at least at that area, with us not being able to see their performance for the gala night. :( But then, we went back to BT and Adam and went on air. :) Every time anyone mentioned “Tokio Hotel”, we were *cue cliché shit…* SCHREI SO LAUT DU KANNST! I know that grammatically does not make sense in German in this sentence, but still. World Behind My Wall was number one on the countdown. I also reached home at 11:30pm ;) Bill wore grey tight clothes (I liked it that his pants were soooo tight and he slipped both his hands into his ass pockets... *melts*) and Tom was wearing black baggy clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Second day and the SCGS Basketball C Division won the finals against RGS (my class was seeing the match xD). I wasn’t exactly allowed to go to see Tokio Hotel, but I did. And guess what? Meine schwester, Ying Yi, came too :D (after I was talking to her on the phone the last evening when Tokio Hotel passed by us for the fourth time). Tokio Hotel told Universal Music good thing about the fans of the previous day (the 12 of us) and Universal Music tweeted that they really loved us and the love we showed for the Gs (Georg and Gustav) and that Tokio Hotel will come back. Anyways, that day, there were more of us, and after 3 hours, when the security finally told us to line up properly, with 70 or even a hundred fans, and multiple Tokio Hotel songs being sung among ourselves, they finally came and signed our stuff. We were supposed to not scream, but once they came, none of us could NOT scream. Bill’s face was so close to mine I could nearly lick it. And Georg ruined my Bill autograph by kinda signing half-over it. But still, Bill and Georg are my two favourites from the band, so I don’t mind :D They told us that Tokio Hotel wasn’t gonna sign our stuff, so I didn’t come prepared with my electric guitar for the band to sign. DAMN. Anyways, then, everyone ran to the big screen, only to find out that they weren’t gonna show Bill catwalking (we thought he was gonna catwalk, but in the end, Tokio Hotel just performed, but I’m coming to that, wait for it), but they didn’t, so we rushed back to the backstage door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just as we thought all hope was lost and we could only wait for them to come out after the performance, we took photos with the supermodels. Suddenly, one of them screamed, ‘Tokio Hotel!’ and we ran to the main, but not the MAIN VIP, door and the people inside told us that we could ALL go in to see Tokio Hotel (minus Gustav) perform! I was one of the first five to get in. We saw Bill sing Automatic and Phantomrider acoustic, and Bill said he enjoyed his time in Singapore and let us sing the”GOOODBYEEEE, INTO THE LIIIGHT” part. :’) and then it was over, and we went out, dazed. Some girl called Sherilynn in our school who has a VIP mom, supposedly “couldn’t get my tie autographed by Tokio Hotel” and got a photo with Bill. That was a bad idea, I mean, everyone looks like utter crap beside Bill ;) Also, I prefer the energy and nervousness and enjoyment of waiting for the band and just HOPING for autographs. Then, we saw the boys come, out, ran after them. They waved bye and left. Bill was wearing what he is in that photograph up there and Tom was wearing a baggy white tee with a black jacket and black pants and white sneakers (like, those skate-shoe kinda sneakers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After all that, Ying Yi, Min-Wei (Xin-Rui’s sis) and I walked on our own. We saw a VIP car, and we asked who was it for. The driver said that it was for the managers of Tokio Hotel. So I quickly wrote a note to Bill. We asked a lady getting into the car if they all (her and the few men getting into the car) were the managers of the band. She said yes and that if we had anything to pass to them, we could. So I gave her the note and thanked her 32643297409127340123 times. She was really nice and thanked us for supporting all this and Tokio Hotel. So, this means that Bill will now know my name, and maybe I’ll be the only one (and certainly the earliest) who had her letter/gift passed to Tokio Hotel. Bill will not only remember me for this, but also because BT and Adam will play them the question I asked, which was special, since I was the only one asking in part-German, and of course, the there’s this part where I screamed my high pitched “BIIIILLL”. WOW. After roaming around trying to find a bus stop with Ying Yi, I reached home after 11 again, with a phone out of battery! My parents were very angry with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today, I showed off my Bill autograph and everyone was very happy for me. Then I was going home, when Win (yes, she has a name that’s an epic win, get it?) said that Tokio Hotel might not have left yet. So then began my mad rush to the airport. We stayed there for over an hour, drank Starbucks coffee, bought Skittles, but no Tokio Hotel. While going home, we found out that they reached Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia, which meant that they were in transit inside the airport when we were there! O_O So, in the end, we came back on the train and went to Popular bookstore (because there was a AWESOME 3 for $10 offer on the CDs). I bought a Best Of Def Leppard CD and a Best Of The Rolling Stones CD and a tribute to the band Queen CD. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I reached home and Radio 913 was the only station to play the acoustic version of Automatic from yesterday on air! :D WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now I’m so WIRED! We were the first fans to see the fauxhawk back, first in Asia to get Tokio Hotel and their autographs, and Bill would probably remember me, since I’m going to fill a huge pretty glass jar with folded paper stars with 4 heart-shaped letters for each member of the band and mail it to their Berlin mail address. YAY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;EDIT: Schei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ße, while getting my diary signed, I forgot to look at Bill's Freiheit 89 tattoo. DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!  &lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying. Are we demented Or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure.  Oh therapy can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-6404207003537031608?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6404207003537031608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=6404207003537031608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6404207003537031608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6404207003537031608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/04/bill-kaulitz-looked-at-me-smiled-and.html' title='Bill Kaulitz looked at me, smiled and said hi. *melts*'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S9mfIoO0qwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Wk8YHbjf3Xo/s72-c/einundzwanzig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5289403885963670794</id><published>2010-04-20T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:32:48.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you're in, and you can't get out...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: My annoying classmates :)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Kinda happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S8078K1rdbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Eu674JHloz4/s1600/kaulitzgasm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S8078K1rdbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Eu674JHloz4/s320/kaulitzgasm.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately, I've been overly happy. Dont' ask why. Tokio Hotel's going to Malaysia, and I can't go :(&amp;nbsp; HOWEVER, two other Humanoids in my school, Kimberly and Elizabeth Goh, told me that Bill is coming to Singapore on the 27th and 28th. IMMEDIATELY, Xin Rui has a plan to make a badass banner and go to meet him at the airport. Count me in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have also learnt that meine halb-Schwester, Ying Yi, is completely obsessed with how awesome my voice is. ;) Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have nothing else to say, I just wrote a shitload of crap. Wow. Ok, bye now.&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5289403885963670794?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5289403885963670794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5289403885963670794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5289403885963670794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5289403885963670794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-youre-in-and-you-cant-get-out.html' title='Now you&apos;re in, and you can&apos;t get out...'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S8078K1rdbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Eu674JHloz4/s72-c/kaulitzgasm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-756276154331694650</id><published>2010-04-09T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:20:23.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Performance Task Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;History Performance Task II by Drima Chakraborty (10) 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Generosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Great Depression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://techbuddha.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/nobody_knows_you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://techbuddha.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/nobody_knows_you.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Great Depression was a worldwide pandemic in the decade preceding World War II. It started in 1929 and lasted differently in various countries until the early 1940s. The cause of the Depression is usually attributed to the utter collapse of the US Stock Market on October 29, 1929, also known as Black Tuesday. But some argue that this was only a symptom of the Depression, as hopes were still high and there was still optimism in the air. The Stock Market did show signs of improvement and was as high as early 1929 standards, though not as high as the peak season of September 1929. Unemployment in the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;United   States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; rose to 25%, with some countries going up to nearly 33%.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;World War II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/asstd3/ww2-newspaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/asstd3/ww2-newspaper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The World War II was a major economic conflict lasting from 1939-1945 involving most of the world’s countries, mostly divided into the Allies and Axis power with more than 100 military personal deployed and more than 55 million civilian causalities, impacting the world’s economy greatly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 2008/2009 Recession&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carboncatalog.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/2008-recession-sign.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://www.carboncatalog.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/2008-recession-sign.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The late 2000s recession shaped up to be one of the worst in the post-war era. Gross domestic product (GDP) started contracting in the third quarter of 2008, and by early 2009 was falling at the greatest pace since the 1950s. Loan losses were mounting and the fall of Lehman Brothers on September 15, 2008, caused a major panic to break out on the inter-bank loan market. As share and housing prices declined, many investment and commercial banks in the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;United States of America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; suffered enormous losses and even faced bankruptcy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eclipsewebsite.com/besite2/images/stories/Contact/singapore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.eclipsewebsite.com/besite2/images/stories/Contact/singapore.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The effects on the industrial areas of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; after the Great Depression were instantaneous and overwhelming because demand for British products collapsed. By the end of 1930 unemployment had more than doubled from 1 million to 2.5 million, and exports had fallen by 50%. In 1933, 30% of Glaswegians were unemployed due to the severe decline in heavy industry. In some towns, unemployment was as high as 70% as ship production was down by 90%. This affected &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; greatly as being a Colony of the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, trade and commerce to the island declined. After World War II ended, &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; had faced problems of high unemployment, slow economic growth, inadequate housing, decaying infrastructure, and labour and social unrest. Separation from &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; meant the loss of its economic vicinity. Moreover, with the declaration in 1968 of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s departure from the island's bases, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; faced the loss of 20 percent of jobs. It was clear by mid-2008 that &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s economic growth had weakened due to the deceleration in the world’s major economies, but the speed and scale of the downturn caught everyone, including the &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; government, by surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;They responded quickly, with Budget 2009, to bring out a S$20.5 billion monetary package called the Resilience Package. In all, every economic downturn mentioned above has affected &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, even if it was not directly involved in the beginning. This shows that &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is vulnerable as, being a country whose economy is balanced on trade and commerce and the ups and downs of the economy, it will be directly affected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bibliography:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://countrystudies.us/singapore/2.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://countrystudies.us/singapore/2.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;U.S. Library of Congress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://economics.about.com/od/useconomichistory/a/post_war.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://economics.about.com/od/useconomichistory/a/post_war.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Source:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;U.S. Department Of State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_great_depression"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_great_depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Late-2000s_recession"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Late-2000s_recession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newspedia.nl.sg/Archive.aspx?Title=Singapore's+Worst+Recession+since+Independence"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://newspedia.nl.sg/Archive.aspx?Title=Singapore's+Worst+Recession+since+Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Budget speech by Minister for Finance, Mr Tharman Shanmugaratnam on 22 January 2009, in Parliament. Ministry of Finance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://app.mof.gov.sg/data/FY2009_Budget_Statement.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://app.mof.gov.sg/data/FY2009_Budget_Statement.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-756276154331694650?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/756276154331694650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=756276154331694650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/756276154331694650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/756276154331694650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/04/history-performance-task-two.html' title='History Performance Task Two.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2371461444369340956</id><published>2010-04-06T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:22:24.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we were in love, oh, thing were better than they are. Let me back into, into your arms.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Into Your Arms- The Maine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i365.photobucket.com/albums/oo93/skittles0194/themaine22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://i365.photobucket.com/albums/oo93/skittles0194/themaine22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can't stop listening to Into Your Arms by The Maine. Because Megan Lau and I are friends again, and she introduced me to this song. So, therefore, I shall listen to it till I'm sick of it. And sing it over and over and OVER again, interrupting everyone in my house. :) JUST KIDDING! But, seriously. Megan and I are friends after months, so that is good. :) Also, this song and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;falling in love and letting back into one's arms&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;kinda reminds me of someone I know all too way *cough*&lt;em&gt;Hair&lt;/em&gt;*cough* &lt;strong&gt;Anyways&lt;/strong&gt;, MOVING ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We have to go through an interview for IMUN now, because they only want 7 "elite" gitls to go as delegates. Even the teacher would let me go, but now the Sec 3 debaters want us to go through an interview. And according to Abigail, I have to BEWARE, because they all hate me because I'm freaky. Excuse moi? I'm not freaky. I'm nice, I insist!&amp;nbsp;*overlyfakewannabeconvincingsmile* :) But I MUST suceed. I don't want a whole bunch of Sec 3s &lt;strike&gt;and Seah Ying Ying &lt;/strike&gt;to go this time. Ok, maybe I do want Yingz to go. :) Just because she's awesome.But I don't want the Sec 3s to go. Well, not ALL of them. We Sec 2s feel left out. *sulks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I can see you reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I can see through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am sucking your soul now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2371461444369340956?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2371461444369340956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2371461444369340956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2371461444369340956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2371461444369340956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-we-were-in-love-oh-thing-were.html' title='When we were in love, oh, thing were better than they are. Let me back into, into your arms.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2802143198199330882</id><published>2010-04-02T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:06:07.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been waiting a long time for this moment to come</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Waiting - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bleah, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avrilandevan.com/videos/mylifewithoutavril.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://avrilandevan.com/videos/mylifewithoutavril.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am going for (ACS)IMUN, so I'm kinda happy. I am getting kinda bored. So I shall do a quiz/survey kinda thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Your&amp;nbsp;Ten Favourite Artists/Bands:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Green Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Alesana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Evan Taubenfeld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;All Time Low&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Panic At The Disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;The Maine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;1. Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How did you hear about this band?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;No idea. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How long have you been listening to them?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Name one band member:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eh... Avril? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How long have they been around?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since 2002! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Write some random lyrics by this band:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Freaking out, spinning out, I'm underground, I fell down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;2 - Green Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Can you name each member of this band?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tre Cool. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What was the first song you heard from them?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boulevard Of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How many guitar players does this band have?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Billie? One?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What kind of music do they play?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Rock? Like, really good rock music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;3- Tokio Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do any of your friends like this band?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Is this band mainstream or indie?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not very mainstream, kinda alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What are their lyrics usually about?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emotions, heartbreaks, that kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How many cds of theirs do you have?:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have them all on my computer, except Schrei - So Laut Du Kannst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Have you ever seen them live?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;NO! *CRIES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Are they still together?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;FUCK YEAH \M/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;4 - Alesana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do you have any merchandise from this band?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nope.&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;How many full-length albums have they put out?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;THREE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Why do you like this band?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;They write about mythology and stuff. I guess that's pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Are they an older or more modern band?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Modern, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Have they ever written a song you hate?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;5 - Evan Taubenfeld&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How many members do they have?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's just Evan ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What’s your favorite album of theirs?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;He is yet to release his own album. But I guess when that comes out... WELCOME TO THE BLACK LIST CLUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What was the first song you heard from them?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Quitter or Prove Me Wrong or Weak Nights... Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do they have a logo?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Name two members:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;EVAN. AND. EVAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;6 - My Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Write some random lyrics by them:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can leave like the sane abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How many albums of theirs do you own?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two. The Black Parade and its live version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How long have you been listening to them?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;A long time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do you like their band name?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do you know anyone else who likes them?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;7 - All Time Low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Have they kept the same lineup through their whole career?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Erm, I guess they changed? Cuz I like their old music more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do they swear a lot?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Not really.&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do they have videos on Mtv?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Name a band member:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;ALEX. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;8 - Bullet For My Valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Why do you like this band?&lt;/strong&gt;: They're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Are they better than, worse than, or equal to band #2?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, they're not worse, but I like Green Day WAYYYYYY more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How old were you when you first got into them?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Err, 11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How many band members are there?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Four :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Do you own any of their merchandise?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, a crappy shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;9 - Panic At The Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Are they closer to hard rock, or pop rock?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pop rock, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Write some random lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;The poor groom's bride is a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How old is the lead singer?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like... turning 23?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Are they still together?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;NO. *CRIES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;10 - The Maine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What record label are they on?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fearless Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;When did they first form?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Idk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Was their latest album any good?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;How many members are there?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;What’s something distinctive about them?:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;They have sick lyrics :X sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Which of their cds has the best artwork?:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can't Stop, Won't Stop. It's plain, but nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Name your favorite song for each of the bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sk8er Boi, Unwanted, My Happy Ending, Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Basket Case, Jesus Of Suburbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monsoon, Reden, Rette Mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambrosia, Seduction, The Thespian, This Is The Part Where People Usually Scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cheater Of The Year, Boy Meets Girl, Mega Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 6:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;The Sharpest Lives, I'm Not Okay (I Promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 7:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Maria Count Me In, Therapy, Painting Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 8: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Hand Of Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 9:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I Write Sins Not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Band 10:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Into Your Arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2802143198199330882?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2802143198199330882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2802143198199330882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2802143198199330882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2802143198199330882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-waiting-long-time-for-this.html' title='I&apos;ve been waiting a long time for this moment to come'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-317984502582711819</id><published>2010-03-26T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:00:48.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This alone, you're in time for the show. You're the one that I need, I'm the one that you loathe.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Feverish. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee30/Sarahbabeara25/TheBlackParadeIsDead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee30/Sarahbabeara25/TheBlackParadeIsDead.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was a generally memorable day, in both a good and bad context. Good in the sense that it was the day of our inter class cheer competition. So every class was getting pumped up. The previous night, I went to Popular bookstore to look for stationery and paper to make a banner for our class. That was bought, and I also found the last remaining piece of My Chemical Romance's tour DVD, The Black Parade Is Dead! Ok, back to yesterday. During recess, me, Elizabeth, Chee Kuen and Abigail went to find Ms Sie because we wanted to join (ACS)IMUN. Ms Sie said that the four of us probably would not have to audition, but now I'm afraid that I'll never get let into another MUN because of someone who thought it was amusing to bitch about me to Abigail's debate senior without telling me first that she was "not ok with my behaviour". That's still ok, but she thinks it is ok to go write on her blog without telling me first? Is this some kind of joke when I realise that everyone who could possibly know about the complaint knew about it before I was aware of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I still get into IMUN. And, anyways, back to yesterday. Due to the fact that I went to meet Ms Sie, I forgot all about recess and I got a fever due to not having recess. Either that, or it is because Elizabeth got a fever two days before that D: She probably spread her influenza to me. :( So I was zombie-ing around school for the rest of the day and BARELY had enough sanity and energy left for our class' cheer performance! Immediately after that, I left and came home and slept all day. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school today, and instead, watched The Black Parade Is Dead! and played on my mom's iPhone. JOY!&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-317984502582711819?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/317984502582711819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=317984502582711819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/317984502582711819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/317984502582711819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-alone-youre-in-time-for-show-youre.html' title='This alone, you&apos;re in time for the show. You&apos;re the one that I need, I&apos;m the one that you loathe.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-620812988130579998</id><published>2010-03-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:04:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell out, out of you and me. You're fading from view and you're falling into history.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Falling Into History - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Just bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S6dlEA_sH4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/_NXjSeyPzuk/s1600-h/avril+sk8er.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S6dlEA_sH4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/_NXjSeyPzuk/s320/avril+sk8er.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello there. Today I have nothing to say, but I shall say a load of nicely phrased shit to make me seem like I actually have something to say in today's redundant blog post. So, let us begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I went back to school today, after a week of holidays and a whole week before that of not going there due to the Model Asean Summit. Everything was so much more... painful (extreme migraines?) due to the fact that I, &lt;i&gt;once again&lt;/i&gt;, stayed up till about 2:30am smsing Ying Yi. Everything is so much more interesting to text at 1 am, isn't it? *rolls eyes* So, I went to school slightly earlier so I could carry some of our props for the performance we were gonna have later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The rest of the day was kind of meh. Another usual school day with Elizabeth making me scream by mentioning Bill Kaulitz *fangirls* and all that shit. Then, after school, we got the rest of the props, practiced once or twice and then made a few last minute changes. Then we gave say Pei Ling's group come out, exchanges good lucks and all the bests and went in and gave it our all. I think my line about me eating dead babies... I&amp;nbsp;mean, succulent sandwiches, made the judges laugh. Hopefully, we would be selected for the main thing and can go to the&amp;nbsp;Odyssey&amp;nbsp;Of The Mind competition. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Goodness, I really have nothing to say. Oh! http://avrilbandaids.com/ &amp;lt;---they changed their layout into the Avril Lavigne/Forbidden Rose theme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-620812988130579998?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/620812988130579998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=620812988130579998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/620812988130579998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/620812988130579998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-fell-out-out-of-you-and-me-youre.html' title='I fell out, out of you and me. You&apos;re fading from view and you&apos;re falling into history.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S6dlEA_sH4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/_NXjSeyPzuk/s72-c/avril+sk8er.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4331536391153719880</id><published>2010-03-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:53:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like I'm falling in love alone ♥</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Stella by All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Having horrible pain all over my body... how would you feel in that situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/1232683651_f65625ba6c.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/1232683651_f65625ba6c.jpg?v=0" vt="true" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;How have all of you been doing? I'm not doing so fine myself. Kidding. I'm fine. Except for the fact that the one week March break from school we got is nearly over and, no, I have not touched my homework. I'm in no mood to do my homework, and over the last week, my panic attacks have increased. That's not a very good sign. I've been locking myself up in my room and even my mother is getting worried. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to write, except that the Model ASEAN peeps had an informal meeting and I couldn't go. D: Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4331536391153719880?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4331536391153719880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4331536391153719880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4331536391153719880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4331536391153719880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/03/feels-like-im-falling-in-love-alone.html' title='Feels like I&apos;m falling in love alone ♥'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-145909930732139427</id><published>2010-03-17T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:59:31.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, oh, oh, how was I supposed to know that you were o-o-over me?</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't) - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Weary and tired D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/alltimelow/default/all-time-low--large-prf-1187324831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/alltimelow/default/all-time-low--large-prf-1187324831.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo Leute! Yes, I am alive, surprisingly. I was gonna write a long and nice blog post yesterday, but I was rudely *glares at parents* driven off the computer,&amp;nbsp;therefore, I got no such&amp;nbsp;privileges. Anyways, I think I have a new band that I quite like the sound of. Yes, it is the band those 4 boys in that &lt;s&gt;visually appealing&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;disturbing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;picture up there make up, ALL TIME LOW &amp;lt;3 They're pretty good. So, I went and downloaded their whole Nothing Personal album. Brilliant, eh? But I prefer their older songs. Like Dear Maria, Count Me In &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know, I can become a good lawyer. But I have very little interest in law, though politics needs someone like me to kick its balls. ^^ But, yes, I hate all this shit, so I will never become a lawyer. THEY HAVE NO LIVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-145909930732139427?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/145909930732139427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=145909930732139427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/145909930732139427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/145909930732139427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-oh-oh-how-was-i-supposed-to-know.html' title='Oh, oh, oh, how was I supposed to know that you were o-o-over me?'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-6867822897007039819</id><published>2010-03-13T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:52:31.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Painting Flowers by All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Kinda hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S5x5mStEwMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4OVi7Yt5GZI/s1600-h/YAYS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S5x5mStEwMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4OVi7Yt5GZI/s320/YAYS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there. Did you suppose I was dead? Unfortunately/ fortunately, I'm still alive, and as well as ever (ok, I am never well... but I'm not any worse). The last 5 days were some of the best of my life. Partly because I missed one whole week of school (hell yeah!), but also because I actually had fun. I was at Hwa Chong for the Model Youth ASEAN Summit, or whatever it was called. See, I don't even know where I was at. I am so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it started with me going there on Day one with absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do. You see, I found out that Human Rights was doing Aung Sang Suu Kyi and The Malaysia ISA at 1 am the previous night, and I had no contextual knowledge whatsoever on the ISA, other than the fact that it was a corrupt piece of shit. Charming. So, anyways, I was OVERJOYED to find out there was not going to be much of arguing/debating/somewhere-in-between-ing on the first day. But that didn't stop my little midget partner Abigail. We argued alright. We also manipulated Myanmar to obey us. :) Later, I walked into class, and SERIOUSLYYY? *Certain* people were cheering and wannabe wolf-whistling at the fact that I was wearing heels. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two was our SECGEN Daryn Koh's birthday. Happy birthday to him. Someone gave us the wonderfully ingenious idea of telling the birthday boy to buy our SCCarnival tickets (oh, wow, that story... I'll come to it later if I can clear my thoughts... which is unlikely, but whatever), and that caused him to smile pretty-boyishly for the next few days, saying he'll decide and tell us whether he'll buy... later. No one else was gonna buy anyways, and $300 worth of tickets and a school who would most probably make us feel bad made us all the more determined... We also got interviewed by the Press guy of Singapore, he iz my gay fwend [don't ask me why I am spelling that way]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three was when the day we passed the resolution for the Aung Sang Suu Kyi thing. It was also the day the delegates of the Brunei Darussalam decided to submit a reso about&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;ISA they did in probably 10 minutes (just wonderful). We probably spent more time&amp;nbsp;amending&amp;nbsp;it than they spent doing it. The delegate of Laos (Gordon) and me and Abigail decided to gang up against Malaysia and come up with our own resolution. The day also ended with Rice and Elephants fighting (courtesy of Myanmar and Thailand) and scandals at the Press Conference. Back to the reso...the issue was that Abigail went to sleep and I finished it at 1:30am and passed it to Gordon and contemplated whether to POKEPOKEPOKE our Chair, Shaun, awake. We decided that we did NOT want to die, so Gordon edited it further till 2:22am and emailed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four and we were highly pissed that&amp;nbsp;Shaun did not accept it and told us to amend the current resolution, thus enraging Vietnam, causing us to insult him. Pinky faggot? The rest of the day went on with us referring to him as Pnky (because he had a pink pen) and figuring out how to improve the resolution, which was stupid (because I say so). After passing two resolutions, we wrote a third one on why Daryn Koh should NOT be our SECGEN. One of the points they decided not to put into the resolution was the fact that "Master King" (his nickname) sounded rather like BDSM. This was suggested by Abi and caused the two of us to get the 'Horniest delegates' award. The day ended with the Press Conference and during the bit they showed the confiscated notes, I bet 90% were from Vietnam to Laos (since we were discussing how to kill the Chair and Malaysia in a rather horrible fashion... remember the gunny sacks? Good old days.) The "heads-of-state" also signed the passed resolutions and did the stupid ASEAN handshake. We convinced Daryn to buy our SC Carnival tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day five and everything came to a close. We had a Crisis, that Myanmar had a cyclone hitting it. The Press and Human Rights were in one big council, and we submitted a few clauses to the main resolution, which was failed, because Myanmar was being irritating. Abigail and Ying Ying won some&amp;nbsp;Honourary&amp;nbsp;award thing and I supposedly camwhored, but my phone deleted most of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: After all that, I had to go for 3rd Lang (German) and I fell and injured my knee. WTF. We were also let off for break and Humairah's French class was still studying. As we walked by, I pointed my middle finger at Humairah, and MY GERMAN TEACHER SAW. So, he went all, 'Drima, Drima, Drima' and I screamed and ran for my life! Then he made fun of me about the middle finger pointing infront of the whole class D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-6867822897007039819?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6867822897007039819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=6867822897007039819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6867822897007039819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6867822897007039819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-nothing-is-true-what-more-can-i-do-i.html' title='If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S5x5mStEwMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4OVi7Yt5GZI/s72-c/YAYS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3131384646247016952</id><published>2010-03-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:53:38.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Trip xD</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Everything I Ask For - The Maine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Kinda... meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S5ERf2_IeCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/egsvMyQ-eVg/s1600-h/bill+is+hot.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S5ERf2_IeCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/egsvMyQ-eVg/s320/bill+is+hot.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I know I haven't blogged in dinosaur ages, my dear readers. "But I was busy!" I complain! You still don't believe me? Well, ok. I went to Phnom Penh, capital of Cambodia with half of my class from the 24th to the 27th. The other half had gone from the 21st to the 24th. Plus, we had the second half of 2Courage'10 with us too. Though 2Generosity'10 is better ANY FUCKING DAY xD GO 2GY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I was supposed to wake up at 4 am to reach the airport at 5:45, so I decided not the sleep the night before. I kept Ying Yi up (as usual). xD But I fell asleep at, like, earlier than 1! D: So, I woke up at 4, kinda fell back asleep till I think Ying Yi or someone woke me up again at 4:30 by smsing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the damn airport, arriving 2 minutes late. Chee Kuen arrived even later, with very weird hair. Fast forward and summing it all up, over the slightly-more-than 3 days, we interacted with little kids, built tables for them (I broke a blood vessel in my finger trying to hammer nails), we went into genocide museums and killing fields in the blazing heat and saw skulls and bones and stuff. We got a deeper understanding of life, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE IT OUT ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3131384646247016952?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3131384646247016952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3131384646247016952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3131384646247016952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3131384646247016952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/03/cambodia-trip-xd.html' title='Cambodia Trip xD'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S5ERf2_IeCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/egsvMyQ-eVg/s72-c/bill+is+hot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3412988056782333364</id><published>2010-02-23T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:02:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wir bleiben immer, schreiben uns in die Ewigkeit.</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&amp;nbsp;Wir Sterben Niemals Aus - Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tipping toward complete and utter meltdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S4OcGu3o-JI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Cn9l1fSKySo/s1600-h/bill%27s+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S4OcGu3o-JI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Cn9l1fSKySo/s320/bill%27s+hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the concert at the LUX Rockhal (Luxembourg). I was spazzing all day! And then at night, we Tokio Hotel fans kept tweeting the hashtag #HumanoidCityTour behind everything we said, so it was in the TTs. :) We beat the Justin Bieber fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I woke up to Ying Yi telling me Bill fell on stage and I had two reactions. 1. I HOPE HE ISN'T HURT and 2. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA that's what happens when you're that tall, yet wear platform combat boots just to appear even taller! xD But it was funny 'cuz he stood back up and laughed it off and said, 'Too stupid to stand!' HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you people see the awesome costumes? I loved the jacket with the lights from one of the costumes and the studded pants from another. Bill is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S4OmAWrPvyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/L8rGTMpk1yU/s1600-h/LUX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S4OmAWrPvyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/L8rGTMpk1yU/s320/LUX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S4OmTE_ORYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/_umJuHFh6BI/s1600-h/Billa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S4OmTE_ORYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/_umJuHFh6BI/s320/Billa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: I apologise if I don't seem poetic today and rather immature instead. I'm too excited for all that :) I shall my dear poetic self tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tomorrow, I'm going to Cambodia for Service Learning. I'll be back by Saturday. We're gonna go to a genocide museum. But I'm not the type to freak out and not go to every room and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3412988056782333364?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3412988056782333364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3412988056782333364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3412988056782333364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3412988056782333364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/02/wir-bleiben-immer-schreiben-uns-in-die.html' title='Wir bleiben immer, schreiben uns in die Ewigkeit.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S4OcGu3o-JI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Cn9l1fSKySo/s72-c/bill%27s+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-9184896613787256940</id><published>2010-02-21T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:03:50.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known not to look into her eyes, I'm cast to stone. Her glare was my demise... Medusa.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Melancholic and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9600000/humanoid-city-tokio-hotel-9689876-450-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9600000/humanoid-city-tokio-hotel-9689876-450-600.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1266761318310"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1266761318311"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much has been happening in my life. Except that I'm about to go to Cambodia on&amp;nbsp;Wednesday and I'm very excited about that :) My days are beginning to melt into an eventless blur now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was retarded. I woke up Kaulitzgasm-ing to my Humanoid ringtone and I thought I'd be late, but I wasn't. I SMSed Ying Yi for a bit and then I reached the stupid school. It was something called 'Thinking Day' for the Girl Guides. &lt;i&gt;So apparently they only think once a year. Brilliant.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, all the Guides were there, showing off their marching skills. Then, the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DUN DUN DUNNN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;part of the day occured. Back-to-back Maths and Geography tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think I failed both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We had Lang Arts after that and we did some more shit. I don't like my Lang Arts teacher. Compared to my last year's teacher, he is crap. So, then I had recess with Joyce and Faith and Chelsea, who was a random edition to the bunch :) Oh, and we also got our class tee. It's kinda retarded, but cool. The front is the same for all classes, talking about how we love and serve. The back is a pink stiletto stomping on people \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Lang was fucking unpleasant and embarrassing. I stained my skirt. So I took it off and washed it and went around wearing my darker-coloured PE shorts. But my German classroom was fucking cold and my legs froze :( And then I went home on the same train as Natalia. We're not that hostile towards eachother anymore. IMPROVEMENT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I went to two retarded birthday parties. :O How horrid. I don't have school tomorrow. And the day after that. So, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-9184896613787256940?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9184896613787256940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=9184896613787256940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/9184896613787256940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/9184896613787256940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-should-have-known-not-to-look-into.html' title='I should have known not to look into her eyes, I&apos;m cast to stone. Her glare was my demise... Medusa.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2432056284104595857</id><published>2010-02-14T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:53:11.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Naked - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Anti-Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nobody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/F/FA/FAL/FALLOUTKAULITZROMANCE/1242071619_5663_full.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/F/FA/FAL/FALLOUTKAULITZROMANCE/1242071619_5663_full.jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is another one of my "I'm-a-heartless-bitch-so-too-bad-fuckers" rant. I hate Valentine's Day. What it is in real life is a Single Awareness Day. Love is something we should have around us and celebrate everyday. In fact, V-day should be the day to celebrate &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;. So, now what? Where does that leave us, Drima Chuck haters? You know I hate you too. And if you're on my blog reading this and you are actually my friend, then know that chances are, I'm not as heartless as I seem and I actually like you too. Here, have a yellow rose of friendship *gives you yellow rose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yellowrosefiringrange.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/20040417_YellowRose_02_sized.79140613_std.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://yellowrosefiringrange.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/20040417_YellowRose_02_sized.79140613_std.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Till then, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2432056284104595857?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2432056284104595857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2432056284104595857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2432056284104595857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2432056284104595857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-fall-in-love-when-our-imagination.html' title='We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4983342561027372606</id><published>2010-02-04T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:36:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop it now, it can't stop me now.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americansongwriter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Avril-Lavigne-picture-Vancouver-amy-wong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.americansongwriter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Avril-Lavigne-picture-Vancouver-amy-wong.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Long time no speak... ok, my @AvrilsHair BP account on Twitter is doin' well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school is going ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still as sad as I was before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril's new song, Alice, came out. So I'm fucking happy. It's a brilliant song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4983342561027372606?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4983342561027372606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4983342561027372606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4983342561027372606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4983342561027372606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-stop-it-now-it-cant-stop-me-now.html' title='I can&apos;t stop it now, it can&apos;t stop me now.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2641585043910190177</id><published>2010-01-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:05:52.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louder than America!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Wake Me Up When September Ends/ Good Riddance live in Singapore - Green Day :') &lt;i&gt;The song I didn't watch/hear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Rawr-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/72/52/orig-3698931.0.0.0x0.400x300.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/72/52/orig-3698931.0.0.0x0.400x300.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Green Day concert on the 14th! It was the best night of my life, even if I wasn't standing up front :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the Drunk Pink Bunny and at that point I started screaming in joy. Then there were the songs from the 21st Century Breakdown, American Idiot and even the earlier eras. I screamed/sang ALL the song enthusiastically and Billie shouted his signatures 'heyyyyoooo!-es' and even wore a boa and flashed his butt for King For A Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, I had to leave before the last medley, because it would get too crowded in the end. I was crying. I love Green Day. And it was the best night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2641585043910190177?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2641585043910190177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2641585043910190177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2641585043910190177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2641585043910190177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/01/louder-than-america.html' title='Louder than America!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5140238304735309234</id><published>2010-01-12T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:44:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession is such an ugly word.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: My classmates screaming/ giggling/ laughing/ talking&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Whateverish, but with underlying excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S0v9wEd0tQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NjNkfjewim8/s1600-h/bill+fauxhawk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S0v9wEd0tQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NjNkfjewim8/s320/bill+fauxhawk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I realised I haven't put photos before my posts for a while. Nevermind, I shall start the practice again. And doesn't Bill look amazing in the photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in our Computer Studies lesson. Bored. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S0v-Bq1b-lI/AAAAAAAAAZA/p_o38umkRos/s1600-h/billie+joe+gasp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S0v-Bq1b-lI/AAAAAAAAAZA/p_o38umkRos/s320/billie+joe+gasp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND OMFG, the Green Day concert is ONLY 2 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5140238304735309234?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5140238304735309234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5140238304735309234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5140238304735309234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5140238304735309234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/01/obsession-is-such-ugly-word.html' title='Obsession is such an ugly word.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/S0v9wEd0tQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/NjNkfjewim8/s72-c/bill+fauxhawk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5122437411304679651</id><published>2010-01-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:41:27.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So dark and cold, I drive alone.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Phantomrider by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Unnaturally depressed with no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone realise that I'm dying a bit inside every day? I want to escape. Isn't anyone listening? I'm not talking about you, Joyce. You listen too much. And I'm never talking about dying in front of you. I don't want you to move in to stop me from dying. Makes you seem like my lover, eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'd probably be dead if not for music and the fact that I want to find out where extraterrestrial life is and how the Universe was formed. Otherwise, I'd be dead. Seriously. Living is worthless. WORTHLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5122437411304679651?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5122437411304679651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5122437411304679651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5122437411304679651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5122437411304679651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-dark-and-cold-i-drive-alone.html' title='So dark and cold, I drive alone.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-1898326524196455285</id><published>2010-01-09T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:35:27.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Underground?</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Songs on my iTunes library&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a while. I was in school. But I have great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am music rep again. Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day concert in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril singing for the Tim Burton movie Alice In Wonderland, a sing called Alice Underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-1898326524196455285?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1898326524196455285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=1898326524196455285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1898326524196455285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1898326524196455285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/01/alice-underground.html' title='Alice Underground?'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4250146791427543006</id><published>2010-01-01T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:01:12.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand sails approaching, sent here in her name.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: The Third Temptation Of Paris by Alesana&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Calm and almost happy. &lt;i&gt;Almost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year. &lt;/b&gt;My countdown to the new year went so-so. In the end, I was on the computer talking to Joyce, Megan and Hendrik. &lt;i&gt;Weird combination of people to talk to? Yup. &lt;/i&gt;And my '95 reasons why Twilight sucks' group is doing well :) Nearly 1000 members in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out scary and freaky and weird and odd things yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 1: The real Hendrik is dead and there's an&amp;nbsp;imposter.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 2: MEGAN DOES NOT LIKE PAT ANYMORE. PAT MUST BE DISAPPOINTED.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 3: Joyce is evil. And she made the boy mentioned above at no. 1 watch BME Pain Olympics. Crazy bitch. JOYCE. NEVER MAKE A BOY WATCH THAT. GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 4: The imposter Hendrik dislikes rock music. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 5: Megan liked Kyle longer than she liked Pat. What about Joey. :O&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 6: I'm only still alive because I was to stay alive till scientists find out the origins of the Universe and aliens and such. :)&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 7: WHOOPS MOMENT. I didn't tell Joyce my awesome ventures of the June holidays. Charming. When she was all, 'whut?' I was like, 'oh crap, didn't I tell you?' Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 8: Apparently she asked the imposter Hendrik what happened and the imposter knows.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 9: I love 2010 already!&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing no. 10: I made a list of all the good and bad things that happened to me in 2009. Here's the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year overall was very good and very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highs of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SCGS!&lt;br /&gt;-1SY'09. &lt;b&gt;THE BEST DAMN CLASS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid Xinyuan beside me (biatch)&lt;br /&gt;-Being music rep. For those of you who don't know, I'm going to run for music rep in 2010 too, and if I'm not the music rep, I stab you with my drumsticks. Yeah, you... bitch.&lt;br /&gt;-MALACCA FTW.&lt;br /&gt;-SCMUN (the place where I go kill people pretending to be smart and formal. And people *actually* thought I was a sane, intelligent person when they made us UK. WHAT A JOKE. &lt;i&gt;And there go my hopes of getting into SCMUN 2010&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Going to sit beside Humairah in between the year.&lt;br /&gt;-Avril getting divorced&lt;br /&gt;-BIRTHDAY PARTYYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;-other random things&lt;br /&gt;-Bill Kaulitz, Avril and Green Day &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-AVRILBANDAIDS! OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Anne Rice&lt;br /&gt;-Shane Dawson, Swiftkaratechop and AmazingPhil &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-I got an octopad (drums)&lt;br /&gt;-I got my drumsticks signed :3&lt;br /&gt;-The concert thingy where our class performed a stupid Miley Cyrus song.&lt;br /&gt;-Green Day concert tickets&lt;br /&gt;-I GOT A GUITAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bads of life:&lt;br /&gt;-Sitting beside Xinyuan EEK.&lt;br /&gt;-Self mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;-Issues and hospitals. Not explaining.&lt;br /&gt;-Sitting beside Humairah EEK.&lt;br /&gt;-Parents.&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid boys I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid boys I used to like.&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;-Bad results :(&lt;br /&gt;-Going to stupid 2GY. &lt;b&gt;I AM SO GOING TO GO TO A TRIPLE SCIENCE CLASS FOR SEC 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I made :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuann COOKY, Joycey, Mel Rae Kwan, Megan Loiskirch, Alaynarrrr, Peiling Spatula, Princess Kitlea, Sher-lyn the MOOSE, Hweeleng, Sudi, Nick, Hui Xin, Y.Y., Sleepyhead SinYee, ZingZing! (Qiu Ginj) AND TONS OF OTHERS! YAY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another note I'm doing now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; ones are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m loud.&lt;br /&gt;I’m obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;I’m cocky.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I don’t like people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m easy to get along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Not a wise idea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I drink coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m shorter than 5’5.&lt;br /&gt;I wear makeup&lt;br /&gt;I wear a piece of jewelery at all times.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;earrings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had braces.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have braces.&lt;br /&gt;I change my hair color often.&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair often. &lt;i&gt;Not really OFTEN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ears are pierced.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;I’m crushin’.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; HA HA, Bill Kaulitz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve missed an ex before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex has physically abused me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;I believe lust is more important than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a best friend&lt;br /&gt;I have at least ten friends&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend&lt;br /&gt;I’ve beaten up a friend.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Hi, Xinyuan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can trust at least five people with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on a train.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve left the state/province.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taken a city bus.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve made a speech.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in some sort of club&lt;br /&gt;I’ve won an award.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;And I fuckin' won&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;I listen to country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I listen to pop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I listen to rock.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to screamo.&lt;br /&gt;I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I download music.&lt;br /&gt;I buy CD’s.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;I spend at least six hours a day watching television.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas daily.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like The OC.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve seen and like House.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I've only seen Pilot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like 24.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like CSI.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Everwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Life&lt;br /&gt;I get along with both of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My biological parents are still together.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;And he sucks... kidding. NOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one step brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one half brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;For a few hours.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded. &lt;i&gt;Never been grounded&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve cut my hair in the past year.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Past two days... ha ha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve had black.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had red.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been medium brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had streaks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve had purple/pink.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been blue/green.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten my hair thinned &lt;br /&gt;I've used conditioner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used silk therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used hot oil treatments.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve curled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve straightened my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ironed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve braided my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had/want dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve thrown something at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve yelled at a teacher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had an in-school suspension.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sent to the principal’s office.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve skipped an entire day of school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve failed a test.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cheated on a test.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Art.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed P.E.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Math.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Science.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed another class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A teacher has called my parents.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;So many times, it hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught skipping.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on the honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on effort honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4250146791427543006?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4250146791427543006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4250146791427543006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4250146791427543006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4250146791427543006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2010/01/thousand-sails-approaching-sent-here-in.html' title='A thousand sails approaching, sent here in her name.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5676050556308983936</id><published>2009-12-29T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:22:15.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Ibanez GIO series guitar &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nothing (much)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: HAPPY! KINDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sheehans.com/images/products/single/thumb/grg270bjb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sheehans.com/images/products/single/thumb/grg270bjb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I GOT MY FIRST GUITAR! IT'S A DARK BLUE IBANEZ GIO SERIES ONE. :) That guitar up there kinda looks like the one I bought. I don't know the exact model name, so I can't show an accurate picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5676050556308983936?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5676050556308983936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5676050556308983936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5676050556308983936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5676050556308983936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-ibanez-gio-series-guitar-3.html' title='My new Ibanez GIO series guitar &lt;3'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7852995600582449469</id><published>2009-12-28T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:50:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could say what I wanna see, I wanna see you go down on one knee. Marry me today!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Things I'll Never Say by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Rawr-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm getting my guitar tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got into 2 Generosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did some suckers. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444748; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;63 Ways to Annoy Tokio Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;1. Insist on calling Bill and Tom ‘Thing 1’ and ‘Thing 2’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;2. Read “Green Eggs and Ham” out loud late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;3. When they come back to their home town after a concert yell “Yea, you’re back!” and hug them like you’ll never let go. After about five minutes constantly glance at the clock and say “Shouldn’t you be going somewhere?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;4. Sell all four of them on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;5. Tattoo your name on each of their foreheads in the middle of the night in permanent marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;6. Dress up as a chicken and sing their songs loudly and off-key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;7. Constantly remind them that the female of the species is more deadly than the male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;8. Let a very large, non-poisonous, spider loose in the recording studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;9. Record their loud, girly screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;10. Poke Tom in the side non-stop, making him squeak. (This will not only annoy Tom, but his high-pitched squeaking will annoy the others too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;11. Watch “The Others” and spend the next week asking them if they’re ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;12. Make them watch Steven King’s “It”. At two in the morning dress up as a very evil looking clown and sit on Georg’s bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;13. Demand that they write a song about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;14. Tell Bill that Michael Jackson is waiting at the door to meet his long-lost twin brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;15. Sing “That’s What Girls Do” at ungodly hours of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;16. Laugh… just laugh for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;17. Trip Tom and use the other boys as a shield when he comes after you, and shout, “En guard!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;18. Super-glue Georg’s favorite bass guitar to the ceiling and insist that the evil elves made you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;19. Slap a cracker with butter onto Gustav’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;20. Dress up as one of those British guard guys with big fuzzy hats and follow them around with a wooden rifle in your hand and an unusually serious expression on your face.&lt;br /&gt;21. When one of their songs comes on, turn it up as loud as you can and say “I could have sworn I’ve heard this somewhere before…?” and look like you’re concentrating really hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;22. Get sugar into your system and try to play each of their instruments at a time… ‘accidentally’ breaking/de-tuning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;23. While reading “Green eggs and Ham”, and when Bill asks why you are reading Dr. Seuss, scream “It’s green!” and stare wide eyed at him until he starts to back away… then knock him to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;24. Then read “Green eggs and Ham” while sitting on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;25. Sit and wait in their hotel room when they’re on tour. When they return to their room after a concert, stand and angrily demand to know why they were so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;26. Jump on all their backs and demand piggy-back rides.&lt;br /&gt;27. At exactly 03:38 a.m. make sure they are all asleep, take a deep breath and scream “THE FAN-GIRLS/BOYS ARE HERE!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;28. Lock the doors so they can’t get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;29. Run up to them saying the producer wanted you to tell them something very important. Pretend to faint. When you wake up pretend like you can’t remember what he said. A few minutes later say “Oh, I remember now!!” Pretend to faint again. Keep this up for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;30. Stare at Gustav for several minutes. When he asks what’s up ask if he’s pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;31. Demand from Bill that he takes your bunny ‘Fluffy’ in his will (as his only heir) or else you will&lt;br /&gt;sit on him the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;32. When Tom’s asleep, paint his dreads in every colour of the rainbow (offcourse you do at least half in pink!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;33. Try putting on ALL clothes of the guys, starting with Bill’s tight outfits and ending with Toms XXXXL clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;34. When the guys discover your amazing idea, dance around like an elegant ballerina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;35. Then try and tackle Gustav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;36.Treat Bill as a puppy, when he comes from the bathroom, pat his head and say with a little squicky voice: that’s a good boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;37. Ask Tom if he’s 50cent in the white version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;38. When Bill’s doing his hair start singing the lion king song (In the jungle, the mighty jungle&lt;br /&gt;the lion sleeps tonight.. In the jungle the mighty junge the lions sleeps tonight..) all over the room/tourbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;39.Ask Gustav to do an impression of KingKong, for the rest of the day, watch him with big fascinated eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;40. An hour before the concert, steal all of Georgs clothes and replace them by a single Santa Claus suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;41. At 3am, demand that the guys play twister with you, when they’re all playing it, knock them all down and start rolling them in the plastic mat. When they start screamin what the hell you’re doin,&lt;br /&gt;Answer on a normal way that you’re making a Tokio Hotel wrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;42. At a random moment try to put a tutu on Georg (if needed, us violence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;43. Ask the twins if they were connected with their butts at their birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;44. Dress up like Miss Piggy and try to seduce Gustav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;45. Whenever you cross Tom start rapping ‘Baby Got Back’ then ask Tom to join you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;46. Suprise them by jumping on stage during a concert playing the trombone as loud as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;47. Get them drunk, play spin the bottle, quietly sneak out of the circle to get your camera.&lt;br /&gt;Offcourse you invited Saki and that hairy fan you saw a few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;48. Stuff gummy worms down every facial opening, make an extra effort for their nostrils (it doesn’t matter if they’re awake or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;49. At exactly 5:30am do a very remarkable imitation of Bill’s star search performance of ‘It’s raining man’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;50. Put on a rabbitsuit and start jumping on Bill’s bed yelling the song ‘Old McDonalds had a farm’ very offkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;51. Come up with ways to annoy Tokio Hotel and discover that it’s fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;52. Every hour say randomly that Gustav and Georg should make out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;53. While Tom is laughing his ass off and Gustav and Georg are giving you a killer look&lt;br /&gt;yell: ‘VIVA LA DIVA!’ and run up to Bill and tackle him. While Bill is screaming like a girl,&lt;br /&gt;get up, yawn and walk away bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;54. Sell their boxers on Ebay and replace them by fur panties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;55. Have a sit strike on the middle of the stage, when they kindly ask you to leave,&lt;br /&gt;look shocked and scream ‘Save the PEANUT!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;56. Demand that Bill and Tom take salsalessons, with eachother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;57. Replace Bill’s jewellery by cock-roaches and bugs. Sit on his bed with wide open eyes&lt;br /&gt;till he comes to get his jewellerybox. Then say in a creepy little voice ‘I have a little suprise for you’..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;58. Smear honey all over the doorhandles and the (only) toiletseat in the tourbus&lt;br /&gt;when they find out, point to Georg. Tom will force him to lick it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;59. While Georg is licking off the toilet seat, suggest to Tom that he could use a baseball bat in case Georg refuses to continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;60. paint the baseballbat with Bill’s nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;61. Ask Tom if he’s hatching dinosaurs in his hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;62. Try to catch the guys with a lasso on random times 63. Ducktape Tom to the back of Gustavs bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7852995600582449469?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7852995600582449469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7852995600582449469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7852995600582449469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7852995600582449469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-could-say-what-i-wanna-see-i-wanna.html' title='If I could say what I wanna see, I wanna see you go down on one knee. Marry me today!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-9129229847718216350</id><published>2009-12-25T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:41:19.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the part where you a supposed to scream.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: This Is The Part Where People Usually Scream by Alesana&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Mildly suicidal,&amp;nbsp;extremely&amp;nbsp;confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SzSWuxyi8yI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yTwV3t9WMTs/s1600-h/in+with+a+bullet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SzSWuxyi8yI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yTwV3t9WMTs/s320/in+with+a+bullet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Fuck it. I have nothing to say. I'll edit this post later and say more stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-9129229847718216350?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9129229847718216350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=9129229847718216350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/9129229847718216350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/9129229847718216350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-part-where-you-supposed-to.html' title='This is the part where you a supposed to scream.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SzSWuxyi8yI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yTwV3t9WMTs/s72-c/in+with+a+bullet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8821255604295740549</id><published>2009-12-24T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:46:31.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, you can look at me, I don't need to fit in.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Hey You by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Undescribable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SzMAJ6QWyzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4wC1Ixf5T1M/s1600-h/avril+pretty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SzMAJ6QWyzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4wC1Ixf5T1M/s320/avril+pretty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(the little icon I made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been completely into voting for Avril for 'Sexiest Canadian Woman' and 'Best Hairstyle' on CHARTattack.com. At first, we were just voting normally, till the stupid Tegan and Sara fans called Avril ugly. BIG MISTAKE. So we voted our asses off, and here are the votes now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest Canadian Woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegan and Sara 28% with 50,389 votes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avril Lavigne 59% with 106,342 votes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Hairstyle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegan and Sara 26% with 21,696 votes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avril Lavigne 735 with 61,669 votes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8821255604295740549?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8821255604295740549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8821255604295740549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8821255604295740549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8821255604295740549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on-you-can-look-at-me-i-dont-need.html' title='Come on, you can look at me, I don&apos;t need to fit in.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SzMAJ6QWyzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4wC1Ixf5T1M/s72-c/avril+pretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7916809304853988808</id><published>2009-12-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:45:37.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, I used to search the sky and dream of where you were, I need you by my side, we can end this together.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: To Be Scared By An Owl by Alesana &lt;i&gt;a song off their new record, The Emptiness!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: I'm excited, just not showing it :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Syw8dX7Zu1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/U7x2y7t_MWM/s1600-h/tokio+hotel+xmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Syw8dX7Zu1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/U7x2y7t_MWM/s320/tokio+hotel+xmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Tis the season to be jolly! ... Well, I'm celebrating just for the sake of celebrating (and stuffing myself and parties) and I don't feel jolly. Hell, I'm not Christian. Or anywhere close. Geez. Though,&amp;nbsp;I'm going for a Christmas party! Yay. It's tonight, even though Christmas is a week from now. The host's going away tomorrow, so the party's tonight. And I'm in charge of the games :) Yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, nothing much has been happening. I hit 100 followers on Twitter and dedicated my 1000th tweet to them. So I'm happy about that :) And other than that, nothing much happened. So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there's snow all over Europe and America and I'm more than a little jealous. Even India has parts with snow :'( And I'm stuck here in Singapore with no chance of snow ever falling D: I'm sad now. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7916809304853988808?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7916809304853988808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7916809304853988808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7916809304853988808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7916809304853988808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-i-used-to-search-sky-and-dream.html' title='You know, I used to search the sky and dream of where you were, I need you by my side, we can end this together.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Syw8dX7Zu1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/U7x2y7t_MWM/s72-c/tokio+hotel+xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7085692783125562218</id><published>2009-12-16T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:46:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and death, don't you mess with my heart.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Love &amp;amp; Death by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SyjG2n-QdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/QcGEYOJJ--w/s1600-h/kaulitz+twins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SyjG2n-QdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/QcGEYOJJ--w/s320/kaulitz+twins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have OKD, Obsessive Kaulitz Disorder! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say about today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Merry Swiftmas video is out. Evan Taubenfeld looks hot in there! :) Watch it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiLfB3mP2Uw"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watching Mythbusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maths tuition. BLEAH, BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watching Shane Dawson's new videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flipping through the channels on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Having a sandwich with Milo. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watching Smosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taking to Sudesna (nothing better to do). Bimbodeshna! HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being bored some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7085692783125562218?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7085692783125562218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7085692783125562218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7085692783125562218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7085692783125562218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-and-death-dont-you-mess-with-my.html' title='Love and death, don&apos;t you mess with my heart.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SyjG2n-QdWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/QcGEYOJJ--w/s72-c/kaulitz+twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4746392788815065982</id><published>2009-12-15T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:21:56.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa-oh, the sun will shine like never before. One day I will be ready to go see the world behind my wall.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: World Behind My Wall by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Excited shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SycCr704z8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Tb1ftKwdIUQ/s1600-h/woldbehindmywall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SycCr704z8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Tb1ftKwdIUQ/s320/woldbehindmywall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, bitches. AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY I MAY EXPLODE! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I missed the premiere of Tokio Hotel's video for World Behind My Wall. That's because it was nighttime here and I was fucking asleep :( UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I viewed the video and I started crying in excitement/happiness etc. It started with Georg playing the piano and moved to Bill &amp;lt;3 (who has longer eyelashes now). After showing Tom and Gustav and after the chorus started, they started showing clips of their lives, the boys messing around and playing. Georg and Gustav wrestling and hitting eachother with pillows. And Tom and Bill driving their cars and Tom pointing his middle finger to Bill as he drove past and Bill laughing. I'm crying just thinking of it. :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second issue, I was in a remote hill-thingamajig in Malaysia for the weekend and came back on Monday (yesterday) in the evening. We went by plane to Kuala Lumpur and then by a car to Fraser's Hill, ALL 11 OF US. The first day was pretty cold and we did nothing much but walk all the way from the TOP of the hill to the little town a bit lower down. Then, we got a car and went back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was extremely fun! First, we went trekking in the forest (I heard that my friend's parents peed in the forest, BOTH of them o_O) and it was fun, except for some steep places where the younger kids had to be carefully walked down. Then, we walked downhill and went to a place where we rode horses (I rode 3 times, and once alone. MY DAMN HORSE DIDN'T WANT TO GALLOP 'CUZ IT WAS TIRED. It kinda got annoyed when I kicked it too many times to make it gallop and sneezed at me :O Though the dads all made the horses gallop... unfair again) and tried archery (I kinda screwed up a few times, which explains the pain and the horrible marks near my elbow where the bowstring kept knocking against). Then we pondered for a bit as to where the fuck Valley Road was. AND I CONFIRMED THAT IT WAS TOWARDS OUR RIGHT. Then we walked to the main town and to a restaurant and ateateATE. I had a Coke float! :) We got a big ice-cream (since there was no&amp;nbsp;confectionery&amp;nbsp;there) for my brother, who celebrated his belated birthday there. Then we went back and played badminton, the kids played Fooseball and the adults+the kids PARTIEDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to sleep early, but I couldn't, so I lay in my room reading the same book that freaked me out the night before. AND THEN I FOUND OUT THAT SOME FUCKING IDIOT TORE A LOT OF THE BOOK AT THE END. So I cuoldn't read the exciting bits :( But my dad came into the room to get his jacket and found me awake, so he told me that they saw meteor showers. And me, being an astronomy fanatic, got up and ran to the balcony. AND &amp;nbsp;SAW 5 SHOOTING STARS! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day wasn't so special. We wasted time till 2pm and then left Fraser's Hill, heading back to Kuala Lumpur. It rained and it poured and there was a traffic jam, so we were late for our 6:35pm flight and could only manage a bite at Dunkin' Donuts. :) The flight was turbulent and I had loads of fun, though my brother and mother were scared beside me when the plane jerked. It seemed worse because we were at the rear end of the plane. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we hyper Bengali people went to EAT AT EAST COAST, COMPLETE WITH OUR LUGGAGE. We're insane, but insane is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not scared of death anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE BILL KAULITZ, STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff that happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Two more editions of Avril's Black Star commercial. FEEL THE CUTENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Avril made a surprise call at Evan's Ustream :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Evan MAY open for Avril's new tour. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Avril's in Billboard's decade-end list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Artist of the Decade&lt;br /&gt;#28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot 100 Artist&lt;br /&gt;#27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot 100 Songs&lt;br /&gt;Complicated #83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend #94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span9694219&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Billboard Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span9694219&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;200 Albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top-selling albums of the decade (2000-09) across all genres, ranked by sales data as compiled by Nielsen SoundScan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Go #21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span9694219&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Under My Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span9694219&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;#149&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billboard Top 200 Artists&lt;br /&gt;#38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Song Artist&lt;br /&gt;#48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Song&lt;br /&gt;Complicated #89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Song Artist&lt;br /&gt;#48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Song&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend #40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Songs&lt;br /&gt;Complicated #23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Songs Artists&lt;br /&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span9694219&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span9694219&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pop Songs&lt;br /&gt;Complicated #23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9ca09f; font-family: tahoma, verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm gonna watch the Usteam and also see if the new episode of Gossip Girl is out. BYE. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4746392788815065982?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4746392788815065982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4746392788815065982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4746392788815065982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4746392788815065982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa-oh-sun-will-shine-like-never.html' title='Whoa-oh, the sun will shine like never before. One day I will be ready to go see the world behind my wall.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SycCr704z8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Tb1ftKwdIUQ/s72-c/woldbehindmywall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4415457233392677991</id><published>2009-12-11T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:12:59.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Kaulitz: Prettier than you since 1989</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Reden by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Less freaked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SyHGsURkcCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oa_DTUiAhAo/s1600-h/billkaulitz!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SyHGsURkcCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oa_DTUiAhAo/s320/billkaulitz!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been VERY afraid of dying. Even though I know that death is far, far away from me and I won't die anytime soon, I worry myself over the fact that I have to die one day :'( But I guess after 3 days of worrying, I'm kinda OK with it. Everyone dies. It's what you did during your life and the impression you leave afterwards that matter. But I don't know how I got from being perfectly OK with&amp;nbsp;dying&amp;nbsp;to being freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to go now. Going to Malaysia tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4415457233392677991?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4415457233392677991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4415457233392677991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4415457233392677991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4415457233392677991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/bill-kaulitz-prettier-than-you-since.html' title='Bill Kaulitz: Prettier than you since 1989'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SyHGsURkcCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oa_DTUiAhAo/s72-c/billkaulitz!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-6842839881327621397</id><published>2009-12-09T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:05:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOM KAULITZ SHOULDN'T GO TO JAIL.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne (remix feat. Lil' Mama)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sx8kJgwkHzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8z987G7Z_n4/s1600-h/Bill+and+Tom+HEART.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sx8kJgwkHzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8z987G7Z_n4/s320/Bill+and+Tom+HEART.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hi, bitches! (Odd start) I have a Formspring account now. Basically, all you do is ask me questions and I answer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Ask me anything &amp;lt;3 http://formspring.me/vivalachuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The following may be grammatically wrong and the spelling may be crap, but I hope Tom doesn't go to jail. It isn't his fault that he got angry when these girls beat up his mom and threatened to kill the twins' best friend Andreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title" style="font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Beloved Tom Kaulitz of the band Tokio Hotel hits 21 year old 'Stalker'. Does he deserve 5 years in jail?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div id="summaryAuthor" style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;label style="color: #555555; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;a class="authorLink" data="1151204||+339||11||32||http://images.sodahead.com/images/profiles/0/0/1/1/5/1/2/0/4/profiles_5377774755vW60_4439_180854_square.jpeg||Official Jennifer...||official-jennifer-lynn-horner-curbstomptm||I ish real! Sodahead.com/1151204||NY, US||Female||0||0" href="http://www.sodahead.com/user/profile/1151204/official-jennifer-lynn-horner-curbstomptm/" style="color: #f5861d; cursor: pointer; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 200px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Official Jennifer Lynn Horner Curbstomp™&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;label style="color: #555555; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Posted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;cite format="MM/dd/yy" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" tooltip="1"&gt;04/23/09&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="summaryAuthor" style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;cite format="MM/dd/yy" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" tooltip="1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokiohotelnetwork.com/perez-corrects-himself/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #036ba6; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://tokiohotelnetwork.com/perez-corrects-himself/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="summaryDescription" style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokiohotelnetwork.com/tokio-hotel-followed-by-militant-stalkers/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #036ba6; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://tokiohotelnetwork.com/tokio-hotel-followed-by-militant...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsjyeYc3RxY" rel="nofollow" style="color: #036ba6; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsjyeYc3RxY&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their Creepy Myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://209.85.129.132/search?q=cache:..." rel="nofollow" style="color: #036ba6; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://209.85.129.132/search?q=cache:...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Real Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokiohotelnetwork.com/beware-t..." rel="nofollow" style="color: #036ba6; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://tokiohotelnetwork.com/beware-t...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Official Interview From RTL. Im Glad Tom Hit Her She Diserved It &amp;amp; Dont Start Commenting Saying "A Man Shouldn't Hit A Women" LOOK AT IT FROM TOMS POINT OF VIEW...THESE WEIRDO STALKERS HAVE BEEN STALKING THEM FOR A YEAR AND A HALF...THEY BEAT UP BILL &amp;amp; TOMS MUM....THEY SENT BILL AND TOM THREATENING LETTERS AND VALDALIZED THEIR CARS...SO DONT START SAYING TOM IS THE BAD ONE HERE...HES JUST TAKING UP FOR HIS FAMILY AND HE JUST WANTED TO BE ALONE THE NIGHT THIS HAPPENED HE JUST WANTED TO GET GAS FOR HIS CAR AND THIS HAPPENS...I SURPORT TOM 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Translation&lt;br /&gt;a 21 year old french girl took a photo of Tom through his car's window, Tom got out and they started to argue and suddenly Tom beat her in the face. he punched her so hard that she needed medical care..&lt;br /&gt;it's REALLY true, because the police saw it on the surveillance video of the gas station, where it happened. they confiscated the video. according to RTL it has been stated by the police in an official press release. Tom will be heard today. the girl is said to have "molested" Tom for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;The Story From....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zeitjung.de/TAGSCHAU/artikel" rel="nofollow" style="color: #036ba6; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.zeitjung.de/TAGSCHAU/artikel&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tokio Hotel: Tom Kaulitz struck woman in the face&lt;br /&gt;Tom Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel struck a woman in the face with his fist&lt;br /&gt;In your face: a case of assault by a German celebrity. This time by the cool and also feisty rasta-man of Tokio Hotel, Tom Kaulitz, the twin brother of singer Bill.&lt;br /&gt;Last night a 21-year-old woman and Tommy are said to have clashed at a petrol station. She was among a group of four women. When the women made out Kaulitz in his car they knocked at the car window to take a snap. But Tommy was less than thrilled, he finished smoking his cigarette, wound down the window and threw the burned out butt into the face of the woman.&lt;br /&gt;She didnt put on hold very long, picked up the butt and stubbed it out on the car. Next, the 19-year-old got out of the car and gave her a knock into the face.&lt;br /&gt;The other girls called the police, but Kaulitz absconded with his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.presseportal.de/polizeipre..." rel="nofollow" style="color: #036ba6; cursor: pointer; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.presseportal.de/polizeipre...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="line-height: 1.22em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honours For This Video:&lt;br /&gt;16th - 21th April&lt;br /&gt;#98 - Most Discussed (Today) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Most Discussed (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#74 - Top Favourited (Today) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Top Favourited (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#47 - Top Rated (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#34 - Most Discussed (Today) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Most Discussed (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#15 - Most Discussed (Today) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Most Discussed (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#79 - Most Discussed (Today) - Music - Global&lt;br /&gt;#51 - Most Viewed (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#52 - Most Viewed (Today) - Music - Ireland&lt;br /&gt;#38 - Top Favourited (Today) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Top Favourited (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#26 - Top Rated (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#62 - Top Favourited (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#27 - Top Rated (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#25 - Most Discussed (Today) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Most Discussed (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#68 - Most Discussed (Today) - Music - Global&lt;br /&gt;#29 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#26 - Most Viewed (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#45 - Most Viewed (Today) - Music - Ireland&lt;br /&gt;#32 - Top Favourited (Today) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#9 - Top Favourited (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#62 - Top Favourited (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#20 - Top Rated (Today) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#96 - Top Rated (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;87 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#24 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#47 - Top Favourited (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#81 - Top Rated (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#68 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#13 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#32 - Top Favourited (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#72 - Top Rated (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#56 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#91 - Most Discussed (This Month) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#100 - Top Favourited (This Week) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#30 - Top Favourited (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#75 - Top Rated (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#49 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#12 - Most Discussed (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#80 - Most Discussed (This Month) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#33 - Top Favourited (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;#75 - Top Rated (This Week) - Music - Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls totally deserve to go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the proper news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #565656; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bild.de/BILD/unterhaltung/leute/2009/04/18/tom-kaulitz/vermummte-maedchen-jagen-tokio-hotel.html" style="color: #003399; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Bild.de&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has found out the truth behind what happened at the gas station the other night. The “fans” that Tom encountered weren’t regular fans, but members of a French cult called the Afghans On Tour that have been following the band for the past 6 months. They’ve reported sent the twins threatening letters, attacked their mother, and vandalized their vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because they call themselves “Afghans On Tour” does not mean they’re from Afghanistan. I think it is because of how they look. The girls cover their faces&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hide their identities, similar to how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muslim women do in Afghanistan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;For more information, read the article below, translated by the UK Street Team. Oh, and you can also check out their&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://209.85.129.132/search?q=cache:uIUhvFVA324J:profile.myspace.com/index.cfm%3Ffuseaction%3Duser.viewprofile%26friendid%3D425661898+les+afghanes+on+tour&amp;amp;cd=8&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;gl=de" style="color: #003399; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 2px; color: #777777; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; width: 470px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;They’ve been chasing the rock band for months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;His fans are puzzled over why he lost control over himself so much. Is there a possible explanation for his behaviour now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Tokio Hotel guitarist Tom Kaulitz (19) went ballistic at a petrol station in Hamburg. The musician hit a young woman (21) in the face after she stubbed out a cigarette on his car. Thereupon she filed charges against the rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Bild now learned: The woman is supposed to be part of a stalker gang from France. They call themselves “Les afghans on tour” (The Afghans on tour). Four girls are supposed to be part of the gang that has been following the band’s every move for half a year. The young women are mostly hooded and masked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;The stalkers allegedly also besieged the band members’ flats. They allegedly threw eggs at the musicians’ cars, wrote threatening letters and harassed family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;In a threatening letter to “Tokio Hotel” that is available to BILD, the girls claim that they would be more than normal fans and threaten the band with a “little nightmare” for the following week. Furthermore it says: “Attention, attention… We’re unhappy. We’re growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU UNDERSTAND US???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Even the mother of Bill and Tom was allegedly threatened and assaulted by the stalker gang last week. Charges against the stalkers have been filed (reference 2009 004 57397).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;Tokio Hotel’s manager and producer David Jost confirmed the incidents towards BILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;He says: “One of those masked stalker girls assaulted a family member of Bill and Tom on 8th April. We’ve immediately filed charges against the girl the following day and will file more charges now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bill Kaulitz will come through from his depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tomi will not go to jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND TOKIO HOTEL WILL NOT BREAK UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-6842839881327621397?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6842839881327621397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=6842839881327621397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6842839881327621397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6842839881327621397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/tom-kaulitz-shouldnt-go-to-jail.html' title='TOM KAULITZ SHOULDN&apos;T GO TO JAIL.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sx8kJgwkHzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8z987G7Z_n4/s72-c/Bill+and+Tom+HEART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2379072317420473176</id><published>2009-12-08T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:33:56.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Taubenfeld has a ring to it ;)</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Merry Swiftmas (Even Though I Celebrate Chanukuh) by Evan Taubenfeld &lt;i&gt;Taylor Swift's a lucky girl, Evan wrote a song for her!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: LOL-ish and delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sx25V-UaftI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/on0R1eAxOCo/s1600-h/evan+taubenfeld+live.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sx25V-UaftI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/on0R1eAxOCo/s320/evan+taubenfeld+live.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan messed up a bit of his song. It should be&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Avril &lt;/b&gt;Taubenfeld has a ring to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I woke up at 5:45 am this morning to see Evan live. :') And I did. Everyone thought he'd bring Avril to his show, after saying this yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9ca09f; font-family: tahoma, verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Last night, after rehearsal Av played me her entire record and all I can say is that you're going to lose your fucking&amp;nbsp;mind. It's safe to say that next year is her year and I can't wait until you guys get to hear the amazing stuff she's done. One thing is for sure, she's the best singer I've ever heard, I'm just insanely proud of how good it is."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9ca09f; font-family: tahoma, verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For the first&amp;nbsp;time, I watched UStream live and I LOVED IT. :) Though no Avril came and Evan totally skipped out on his promise of a 'surprise', I'm really happy that Avril's new album's done xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I hope I lose my fucking mind, because her record and Evan's record are gonna be released around the same time next March or something. I AM SO &lt;b&gt;FUCKING EXCITED&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2379072317420473176?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2379072317420473176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2379072317420473176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2379072317420473176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2379072317420473176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/avril-taubenfeld-has-ring-to-it.html' title='Avril Taubenfeld has a ring to it ;)'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sx25V-UaftI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/on0R1eAxOCo/s72-c/evan+taubenfeld+live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8290494155506388280</id><published>2009-12-06T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:14:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled shit.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Tokio Hotel radio&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Mmmmm. Strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxtnrBPSduI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y20YM61pKKE/s1600-h/bill+kaulitz+rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxtnrBPSduI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y20YM61pKKE/s320/bill+kaulitz+rocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill is sooooo cute. But I don't like his new hair, compared to his old lion/anime hair, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play Sims 2 Double Deluxe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye... till I find&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;better to say and edit this...&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8290494155506388280?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8290494155506388280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8290494155506388280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8290494155506388280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8290494155506388280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled-shit.html' title='Untitled shit.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxtnrBPSduI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Y20YM61pKKE/s72-c/bill+kaulitz+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-1760404355019542335</id><published>2009-12-05T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:35:32.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make us it, make us hit, make us scene. Or shrug us off your shoulders, don't approve a single word that we wrote.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxoQ9l-FLfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/obTJ5tCNn2A/s1600-h/avril.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxoQ9l-FLfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/obTJ5tCNn2A/s320/avril.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I actually have nothing to say. (Fail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's raining, so I can't go to Orchard Road and to Borders or Kinokuniya and buy the book Animal Farm. I'm pretty darn bored too. LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a huge fight with my parents. Me and my mother know longer acknowledge eachother as existent, let alone family. :)&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-1760404355019542335?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1760404355019542335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=1760404355019542335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1760404355019542335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1760404355019542335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-us-it-make-us-hit-make-us-scene-or.html' title='Make us it, make us hit, make us scene. Or shrug us off your shoulders, don&apos;t approve a single word that we wrote.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxoQ9l-FLfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/obTJ5tCNn2A/s72-c/avril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4302364803648352270</id><published>2009-12-04T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:36:15.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red alert is the colour of panic, elevated to the point of static!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: American Eulogy by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper and excited. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxiy0PoWO3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oUnR5de0K0c/s1600-h/dawning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxiy0PoWO3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oUnR5de0K0c/s200/dawning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here comes another edition of Drima's rants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Well, not really. I'm here to announce good news for Green Day. They've already won 3 Grammy Awards, one for Dookie wayyyy back when I wasn't born and two for American Idiot. Now, they may as well add to their Grammys in 2010. They were nominated yet again! 21st Century Breakdown (the album) was nominated for 'Best Rock Album', 21 Guns for 'Best Rock Performance by a Duo or Group With Vocals' and 21 Guns again for 'Best Rock Song'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO MOTHERFUCKING ANGRY NOW I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MY ANGER. I WILL KILL WHOEVER COMES NEAR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxlGd5Zx3uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mQhAYJwFCtg/s1600-h/bill+crying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxlGd5Zx3uI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mQhAYJwFCtg/s320/bill+crying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why. Bill Kaulitz is crying. Whoever made it cry, gets a rant from me. Fucker. Watch&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdPl0coWqJ8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;You'll understand. If you don't have the time, I'll explain. So, there's this German rapper Bushido who hates Tokio Hotel. So, to make Bill and Bushido have a truce and all, they were brought together on national television. Bad idea. Bushido talked and then after a while, questioned Bill's sexuality. To stop this awkwardness or something, the interviewer asked Bushido if he wanted to say anything special to Bill. Bushido, being a complete asshole, insultingly told Bill, &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;'Of course, I would like to ask if you want to practise/make oral sex with me!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill was completely flabbergasted at this. He was like, 'oral sex?' and started crying and went backstage. Georg and Gustav followed him to comfort him. &lt;i&gt;At this point, I ask myself, &lt;b&gt;WHERE THE FUCK WAS TOM&lt;/b&gt; AND WHY WAS HE NOT COMFORTING HIS BROTHER? &lt;/i&gt;Anyways, the camera went and asked Gustav if Bill was feeling better. Gustav truthfully said, &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well-man, to be honest, not very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The camera found Bill sitting on a chair, his makeup a mess and he was crying uncontrollably. He screamed, 'I am fucking tired that people judge me as I look or paint myself. I want to make this very clear, to Bushido and the rest of Europe (taken in the context of 'everyone'), I AM NOT HOMOSEXUAL!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This supposedly happened two to three years ago and this video made me cry and I promise that&lt;b&gt; if it is true&lt;/b&gt;, I will hate Bushido for life, even if I get over Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND ISSUE OF THE DAY, AND I'LL SAY IT VERY CRYPTICALLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm sorry for what I did or said because I 'can't control my emotions' very well and we all know it. I know you really loathe me for all I did me but I know you don't understand how much you mean to me and that I care for you. And to our mutual friends, you don't understand that I'm not in love with him and I'll leave it that way. I have nothing to prove to anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me if I'm humming One Of My Lies by Green Day and randomly burst into song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The persons mentioned are not who you probably think they are... just saying... sorry, Dearly Beloved, you're not in the limelight this time. And Joyce knows, don't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4302364803648352270?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4302364803648352270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4302364803648352270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4302364803648352270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4302364803648352270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-alert-is-colour-of-panic-elevated.html' title='Red alert is the colour of panic, elevated to the point of static!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxiy0PoWO3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oUnR5de0K0c/s72-c/dawning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-6339371861615587497</id><published>2009-12-03T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:40:34.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabilliam 4ever! ... or I'll hurt you!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Mood: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxeqUlrG-vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j6JF7zC8Ang/s1600-h/gabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxeqUlrG-vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j6JF7zC8Ang/s320/gabe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeqe-l-wSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Xb3Yiake5LY/s1600-h/william.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeqe-l-wSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Xb3Yiake5LY/s320/william.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how awesome Gabe Saporta and William Beckett are (together or alone)? No? Then let me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe Saporta is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeq7f9JxaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KKEwh1qNq5g/s1600-h/gabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeq7f9JxaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KKEwh1qNq5g/s200/gabe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Beckett is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxerM05ASDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uUQ_dC54jeQ/s1600-h/william.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxerM05ASDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uUQ_dC54jeQ/s200/william.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxesW6L4JLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3yWJtBVTDUA/s1600-h/gabecute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxesW6L4JLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3yWJtBVTDUA/s200/gabecute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxes3_ZEGGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z7kigklgwfU/s1600-h/williamcute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxes3_ZEGGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/z7kigklgwfU/s200/williamcute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe can act retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetPnyfLXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/a1BBGb5mW5s/s1600-h/retardedgabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetPnyfLXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/a1BBGb5mW5s/s320/retardedgabe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William, well... see for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetZl6pMnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iwOsu1WVRq0/s1600-h/willhips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetZl6pMnI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iwOsu1WVRq0/s200/willhips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... has his mother's hips o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe's in an awesome band (Cobra Starship)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetJ0EyQhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kZ05D3vTtMs/s1600-h/cobrastarship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetJ0EyQhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kZ05D3vTtMs/s200/cobrastarship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetwAQYNoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R05FHRwe-_w/s1600-h/cobra-starship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxetwAQYNoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R05FHRwe-_w/s200/cobra-starship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William's in an awesome band (The Academy Is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxeuF9RI3_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/c6W4Rzuh9Qs/s1600-h/The.Academy.Is.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxeuF9RI3_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/c6W4Rzuh9Qs/s200/The.Academy.Is.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeuc_sY15I/AAAAAAAAAVY/UgVLvf_ghA4/s1600-h/The_Academy_Is....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeuc_sY15I/AAAAAAAAAVY/UgVLvf_ghA4/s200/The_Academy_Is....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe and William love each other {awwww}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxeumfKrMTI/AAAAAAAAAVg/d0uQJ2HV1l4/s1600-h/gabilliam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxeumfKrMTI/AAAAAAAAAVg/d0uQJ2HV1l4/s400/gabilliam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They occasionally like to kiss o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxewEgFSFSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ijmbR4kooAY/s1600-h/gabeandbeckett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxewEgFSFSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ijmbR4kooAY/s200/gabeandbeckett.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... and Gabe occasionally likes to eat chocolate off William (I mean, who wouldn't want to do that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxewVRRkCOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UDqcIATKIfs/s1600-h/williambeckettgabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxewVRRkCOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UDqcIATKIfs/s320/williambeckettgabe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I see Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy in the background!!) -randommm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... and Gabilliam = brothers 4ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeu84jbXaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sblEY6bkQZ4/s1600-h/brothers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxeu84jbXaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/sblEY6bkQZ4/s640/brothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Even though Gabe has a girlfriend (Bianca Duenas&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxevNI9MMNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_rpAglTtQXY/s1600-h/gabegf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxevNI9MMNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_rpAglTtQXY/s200/gabegf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And William has a&amp;nbsp;fiancé (Christine Bandy) and a daughter (Genevieve Dylan Beckett)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxevo_Xy7oI/AAAAAAAAAV4/aeGXQFiesKg/s1600-h/william_beckett_and_his_girlfriend_christine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxevo_Xy7oI/AAAAAAAAAV4/aeGXQFiesKg/s320/william_beckett_and_his_girlfriend_christine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;THEY ARE BFFs, BROTHERS &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(and extremely cool people)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxewp8JWrZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NFQmY5-jctI/s1600-h/GABEWILLIAM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sxewp8JWrZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NFQmY5-jctI/s320/GABEWILLIAM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxexCE0Xk4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/_glBkEPRIwE/s1600-h/gabilliam+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxexCE0Xk4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/_glBkEPRIwE/s320/gabilliam+heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A little Gabilliam is all we need sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxexQap-oXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/urqSdoSdHFI/s1600-h/A_Little_Gabilliamjpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxexQap-oXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/urqSdoSdHFI/s400/A_Little_Gabilliamjpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So it's GABILLIAM 4EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxexcqWGe-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/yIj7AjqxG2Y/s1600-h/Gabilliam+forever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxexcqWGe-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/yIj7AjqxG2Y/s200/Gabilliam+forever.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... or I'll hurt you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next one's gonna be on Frerard [Frank and Gerard of MCR], who are still my favourite not-gay-I-tell-you/ bromantic pair xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-6339371861615587497?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6339371861615587497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=6339371861615587497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6339371861615587497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6339371861615587497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/gabilliam-4ever-or-ill-hurt-you.html' title='Gabilliam 4ever! ... or I&apos;ll hurt you!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxeqUlrG-vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j6JF7zC8Ang/s72-c/gabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-566338522432993604</id><published>2009-12-03T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:09:16.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl can do what she wants to do, and that's what I'm gonna do! And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Anything But Ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxdyIVcy2yI/AAAAAAAAATo/KNj3mauKjz8/s1600-h/bill+motorcycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxdyIVcy2yI/AAAAAAAAATo/KNj3mauKjz8/s400/bill+motorcycle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this blog post for two reasons. Primarily because I'm very bored. But also because of the fact that me+boredom+computer = DEEP AND PROFOUND thinking. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being random. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, random means &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Having no definite aim or purpose; not sent or guided in a particular direction; made, done, occurring, etc., without method or conscious choice; haphazard." Well, too bad, this post does have purpose (other than wasting time). That purpose is so deep, even I don't know what it is ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;People think I have ADHD. I don't. If I were hyperactive, at least it would help me pass my 2.4km run with better timing :( And I can pay attention, just not for too long, even if it's A GREAT BOOK, I can only read for half an hour before looking around/ walking around/ getting an URGE to move around/ flinch. OK, maybe I have SELECTIVE ADHD. If that doesn't exist (so far), I discovered it. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I want a cookieeee :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Wow, this post really does have no point. (Do you like waffles?) Sorry for wasting your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;MEOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;-edit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I downloaded the albums Humanoid (German) Deluxe Edition - Tokio Hotel and Dookie - Green Day. I'M A HAPPY CRAZY PERSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Blood Of Dracula';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Blood Of Dracula';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Blood Of Dracula';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Blood Of Dracula';"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Blood Of Dracula'; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Blood Of Dracula'; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;can see you reading this. Stop reading, unless you want her to die. I said STOP reading NOW... It's too late now. I can still see you. I can see your every move from now on, listen to your every breath. You can't escape. I told you to stop. You will never know what you have done, you horrible person... you have killed her. I will hunt you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Blood Of Dracula'; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-566338522432993604?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/566338522432993604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=566338522432993604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/566338522432993604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/566338522432993604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-can-do-what-she-wants-to-do-and.html' title='A girl can do what she wants to do, and that&apos;s what I&apos;m gonna do! And I don&apos;t give a damn about my bad reputation.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxdyIVcy2yI/AAAAAAAAATo/KNj3mauKjz8/s72-c/bill+motorcycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8073226584586680714</id><published>2009-12-02T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:49:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arschgesicht - Nimm' das nicht persönlich (Assface - don't take it personally)</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Tokio Hotel Radio :)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxY7Kg_hTSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/z-PaD_08Ebk/s1600-h/avril%27s+finger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxY7Kg_hTSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/z-PaD_08Ebk/s320/avril%27s+finger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's approximately how I feel right now (complete with the evil smile on her face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxZmQunQIOI/AAAAAAAAATA/vzS1NbJ7lGs/s1600-h/argh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxZmQunQIOI/AAAAAAAAATA/vzS1NbJ7lGs/s320/argh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm pissed at everything and nothing at all. Actually, I'm not as annoyed as I am sometimes, but I want to tell everyone around me to go fuck themselves. GO FUCK YOURSELVES! (That makes me feel better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mother and I went out to Popular Bookstore to buy my schoolbooks. Another reason why I'm angry: I DIDN'T FUCKING GET THE BOOK I REALLY NEEDED AND THAT'S ANIMAL FARM :(( It was out of stock EVERYWHERE! D: And I need it for schoolwork ASAP. Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I talk to certain people doesn't mean I don't hate them like HELL. One example, Arka. Who asked him to believe I didn't hate him... well, one "FUCK YOU" doesn't make me the least bit intimidated. *FAIL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO FUCKING BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit 2-&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat some babies and/or kill any furry thing within 10 miles of me. ARGH! Life is pretty much fucking annoying right now. I'm in a 'KILL ALL WHO PISS YOU' mood. UGH! I MUST PUT A HAPPY AVRIL LAVIGNE PHOTO HERE OR I MAY EAT YOU, READER. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxZnenm3g2I/AAAAAAAAATI/mteZFdvjU0c/s1600-h/avril+smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxZnenm3g2I/AAAAAAAAATI/mteZFdvjU0c/s320/avril+smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, certain assholes think it's very funny giving me hateful offline messages. Well, think again douche. NOTHING you say ever hurts me. So I'm saying this again, A., you are FUCKING PATHETIC. Good day. And for your unkind information, I didn't want to know your lame birthday to ruin your "one special day". 1. It's not THAT special, it's just another day. 2. I needed it for my 2010 planner-planning (?!) which involves me running around asking EVERYONE when's their birthday. So you see, douchefag? You're not special enough for me to waste my time ruining your lame birthday. Blogging's different, I actually get to vent here. Once again, you suck. I don't care whether you say you HATE me (I'm already hated enough to be least bothered by your additional hatred), because I hate you too, LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think I should marry this LOSER, Srijoni? Well, if you do, I'd gladly let you take my place. Well, unlike you, I have plans for my future, and marrying a worthless piece of shit isn't one of them. GOOD DAY! *storms off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8073226584586680714?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8073226584586680714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8073226584586680714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8073226584586680714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8073226584586680714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/arschgesicht-nimm-das-nicht-personlich.html' title='Arschgesicht - Nimm&apos; das nicht persönlich (Assface - don&apos;t take it personally)'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxY7Kg_hTSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/z-PaD_08Ebk/s72-c/avril%27s+finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7316000031832674614</id><published>2009-12-01T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:52:25.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars... Drenched in my pain, becoming who we are...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Instantly sad as I hear this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxS7uRkeGqI/AAAAAAAAASw/JKKpd1Mfy4Q/s1600/johnny-ramone-rip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxS7uRkeGqI/AAAAAAAAASw/JKKpd1Mfy4Q/s200/johnny-ramone-rip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry every time I hear this song... Especially when Billie Joe said "This song goes out to Johnny Ramone" in a concert (I was watching the video)... Johnny Ramone died on September 15th 2004. The Ramones were so awesome. :) I only listened to a couple of songs by them and I loved them. Anyways, this song brings back a lot of memories... about last year, after PSLE... this was pretty much the only song by Green Day I knew back then, other than Boulevard of Broken Dreams. And I loved both songs ever since I first heard them. This was the song that made me but American Idiot and start being obsessed with Green Day. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was written for the war in Iraq and Billie Joe's father, who died of cancer when Billie was only 10. AWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously had nothing to say for this blog post, I was just writing this while waiting for the latest Gossip Girl episode to buffer. But suddenly the song came to mind and I became very very sad. :( So I decided to write about the song and Johnny Ramone and Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7316000031832674614?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7316000031832674614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7316000031832674614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7316000031832674614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7316000031832674614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-comes-rain-again-falling-from.html' title='Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars... Drenched in my pain, becoming who we are...'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxS7uRkeGqI/AAAAAAAAASw/JKKpd1Mfy4Q/s72-c/johnny-ramone-rip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-6460104919500376819</id><published>2009-11-30T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:32:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The memories of the nights that faded, I don't know how the hell we made it. | Guess we made it this far, guess we're doing alright. Looks like we made it out alive.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: For Always, Forever by Every Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxPhKWyL9KI/AAAAAAAAASo/ggW1vt44DlI/s1600/avril+runaway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxPhKWyL9KI/AAAAAAAAASo/ggW1vt44DlI/s200/avril+runaway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would take this time to mention how much I really love playing the drums. It is an AWESOME instrument. Music is one of the best things in the world, from pop to screamo to punk to death metal. Rap does not count as music, it was a mistake! I realise my life is built around music and science. Weird combination. But it's true. I love the drums... Did I ever mention how AWESOME Jables, the drummer of Alesana, is at the drums? Well, he kicks ass at the drums! I noticed something he does when Alesana performs live. I think he mouths the lyrics to teh songs to keep tempo. I did that with the song our class performed too, when I was drumming. But I was kind of singing out loud to give cue to the singers because they were the ones having to keep up with my drums and Megan's guitar. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching how Jables drummed along to Shawn laying down the ghost-guitar tracks for their cover of the song 'What Goes Around Comes Around' by Justin Timberlake for the Punk Goes Pop 2 compilation. It was a brilliant sync, Shawn outside the Recording Room (the one in our school looks like a padded cell or a nuclear fallout shelter. O_O...) and Jables in there, KICKING ASS AT THE DRUMS. I guess he and Tre from Green Day are my favourite drummers. :) :) :) :) The Metllica dr&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;ummer, Lars, is pretty kick-ass too. He's the idol of Gustav, the Tokio Hotel drummer... and there are people FAR better than Gustav at the drums... Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realise how much I actually like living, despite my horrible parents and lack of friends. There are friends who will never abandon me, and they are Music and Astronomy. Even if my other friends may judge me and leave me for other friends and even lovers, I still get to breathe and think for myself. I'm still alive. And *generally* well. So that's a plus point. Even I can figure out the difference of my life then and now. I used to be a gloomy, depressed bitch. And now I'm a fun-loving, crazy... erm, still a bitch. Heheh. I think I've gone back to how I was long ago before troubles with Dearly Beloved, when I liked him from afar, And I don't give a fuck to whether he adds me on Facebook. I'm free to live my own life now. I'm still trying to get over you, you douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;f I could go back now&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;Oh it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;To say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we made it this far&lt;br /&gt;Guess we're doing alright&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we made it out alive&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we made our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But we followed our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Even though we drift apart&lt;br /&gt;For always, forever&lt;br /&gt;Weathered yellow still frames in my head&lt;br /&gt;For always, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ans with those, erm, words of wisdom, my aching back gives way and I shall venture off to dreamland and the forever that lies beyond. Till next time... hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-6460104919500376819?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6460104919500376819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=6460104919500376819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6460104919500376819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6460104919500376819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories-of-nights-that-faded-i-dont.html' title='The memories of the nights that faded, I don&apos;t know how the hell we made it. | Guess we made it this far, guess we&apos;re doing alright. Looks like we made it out alive.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxPhKWyL9KI/AAAAAAAAASo/ggW1vt44DlI/s72-c/avril+runaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5740190122581651394</id><published>2009-11-30T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:06:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no real love in you, why do I keep loving you?</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Automatic by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ILY-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxNDbqDAMeI/AAAAAAAAASg/-fRwkuK5U3o/s1600/THavril.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxNDbqDAMeI/AAAAAAAAASg/-fRwkuK5U3o/s320/THavril.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably one of my favourite pictures right now. :) If only I could fit in Green Day here too. Hmmm. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is the official 'I Love You' day. So, spread the word, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO ILY ALL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT 'ALL'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESPECIALLY NOT YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BITCH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I mention how bored I am? Well, I watched this awesome movie yesterday. It's called Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. I LIKED IT BECAUSE IT WAS ALL ABOUT &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUSIC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boredom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boredom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boredom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;MEOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5740190122581651394?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5740190122581651394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5740190122581651394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5740190122581651394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5740190122581651394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-no-real-love-in-you-why-do-i.html' title='There&apos;s no real love in you, why do I keep loving you?'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxNDbqDAMeI/AAAAAAAAASg/-fRwkuK5U3o/s72-c/THavril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-9216662765835264482</id><published>2009-11-29T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:33:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want everything back but you.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Everything Back But You by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Annoyed. VERY annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxIyAfOQFUI/AAAAAAAAASY/9yQQSBUQufk/s1600/heart+like+a+handgrenade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxIyAfOQFUI/AAAAAAAAASY/9yQQSBUQufk/s320/heart+like+a+handgrenade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to someone's house. I hate it when my parents force me to go to people's houses. And before that I was crying all evening because my father refuses to buy me Green Day tickets and now they're all sold out. Makes me want to massacre whoever bought those tickets and aren't obsessed with Green Day. I know (atleast) four such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I went to whoever's house, Srijoni and a girl whose name I don't know but I have met before were there. I met this cool guy there too. Anyways, we talked alot, them about people from UWC and GIIS (lame schools). Then Srijoni randomly brought up the topic of how Arka and I are the perfect couple. Why don't people get the hint/nudge/repeated shaking of their shoulders when I say I DO NOT LIKE EVERY GUY I HAPPEN TO FUCKING TALK TO. Anyways, I'm pretty annoyed with how people think I'd waste my life getting married to HIM. Srijoni wants to crash our supposed wedding. Too bad, I want to crash his wedding and EXPRESS my sorrow and pity for his wife, so I can't be crashing my own wedding. In all seriousness, Srijoni SERIOUSLY thinks somewhere deep down I have feelings for that asshole. HE IS A FUCKING DOUCHEFAG. I know he doesn't read my blog but somehow, I hope someone makes him read my charming description of him. Edit later, my battery's running out. DAMN YOU LAPTOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EDIT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was that night... this happens a LOT. Apparently, to people around me, especially girls, every guy I happen to talk to/ about is someone I like. Would this apply to girls as well if I said I am bi? Whatever, then. The only girl I like is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxIxfSGI4oI/AAAAAAAAASI/w92tQ6Cj2Jk/s1600/happyorange!.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxIxfSGI4oI/AAAAAAAAASI/w92tQ6Cj2Jk/s320/happyorange!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Avril!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(You knew it :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna thinks I like Hendrik and Humairah thinks I like Nick. I like Bill Kaulitz more than both of them &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am less "over" Dearly Beloved than I thought I was. I guess it takes time because, as Joyce said, if you're still not over him, there must be something that keeps you want to hold on. Look who's talking, Joyce. She and B. (the namesake of AmazingPhil's eye-doctor *winks*) are in another league of their own. GOSH. She likes him, he "supposedly" likes her, she thinks he's lying and in love with someone else, she tries to forget him, then she gives up on it, and now she's trying to move on from him (again) to Orlando Bloom. I would say, Orlando's the other guy other than Lucius Malfoy who can pull off long white hair (sigh, Legolas, sigh). Which makes Orlando cool too, though I liked him better in Pirates Of The Caribbean. He looked P-R-E-T-T-Y *hot* after he killed Davy Jones and became captain of The Flying Dutchman. He looked better with longer hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO ONE BEATS BILL KAULITZ IN AWESOMENESS. If I still love Bill or Avril after I become an adult, I am legally changing my non-existant middle name to Kaulitz or Lavigne. I know even if I don't like Avril THAT much, I'm getting a&amp;nbsp;asymmetrical star on the inside of my left wrist like Avril. And a tattoo that says 'Rage And Love' for Green Day. And a Tokio Hotel tribute tattoo. :) Just to remind me of how these artists shaped my childhood/ teenage years. I LOVE AVRIL+GREEN DAY+ TOKIO HOTEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit 2-&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I finally caught up with the episodes of Gossip Girl. YAY. Now, when the 11th episode of Season 3 is out next week, it's gonna be AWESOME for me, now that I don't lag behind Srijoni, another reason why I rushed into watching the last 2 episodes today. She revealed to me about the Dan+Olivia+Vanessa &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;THREESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Dan an idiot? BOTH NATE AND BLAIR &lt;b&gt;(at different times) &lt;/b&gt;were like, 'That's so stupid! The third person has to be a STRANGER!' Or, like what happened, there were issues and arguments between the girlfriend and the best friend. LOL. Nate was like, 'That's stage one of post-threesome! Each one will try to prove themselves better than the other.' or something like that about how they'll try to prove themselves better and retain their previous positions in Dan's life... o_O and also try to keep him away from the other. AND LADY GAGA CAME FOR THE EPISODE! Eek! And Olivia abandoned Dan so Vanessa would step in and Dan would have to kiss her in the end of their little 'Snow White' skit written by Dan and produced by Blair and directed by Vanessa and starred by Olivia and Dan. Blair was the rocker of times past, Olivia was the Snow White trying to steal the throne, Dan was the Prince of Charming Records (wtf?) and there were little dwarves as the backup dancers. AND IT WAS PRETTY FUNNY TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Olivia left NYU for a part in a movie and Vanessa told Olivia that she had no feelings for Dan and they were just BFFs and that she thinks the head of the Literary Committee likes her, leaving Dan alone to go talk with him. Poor Dan. Back to being Lonely Boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-9216662765835264482?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9216662765835264482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=9216662765835264482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/9216662765835264482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/9216662765835264482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-everything-back-but-you.html' title='I want everything back but you.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SxIyAfOQFUI/AAAAAAAAASY/9yQQSBUQufk/s72-c/heart+like+a+handgrenade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2851681634927817038</id><published>2009-11-27T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:28:36.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your love, I don't wanna be friends.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Bad Romance by Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Mwahahahahaha xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw-xTf4npLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/g4KEG7n0E_A/s1600/chuck+bass+ellis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw-xTf4npLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/g4KEG7n0E_A/s320/chuck+bass+ellis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told you I was gonna start blogging with a photo :P Anyways, that's a scary shock I got from watching Chuck kiss a guy on Gossip Girl and then tell Blair that he didn't want to kiss anyone other than her, but not that it was the first time he kissed a guy o_O Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw-yjLVvBGI/AAAAAAAAASA/rl4C7Og3ArQ/s1600/adam+lambert+omfg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw-yjLVvBGI/AAAAAAAAASA/rl4C7Og3ArQ/s200/adam+lambert+omfg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so there's Adam and the keyboardist... Adam actually says he likes kissing girls because they're "pretty". Weirddd. And he's supposed to be gay. His real boyfriend looks prep. DON'T LIKE HIM AT ALL. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today, Srijoni officially thinks I'm a little weird(er) because I sometime prefer guys kissing guys than straight kisses. I won't like straight kisses until I see Avril kiss Evan. Supposedly they kissed once but the picture was very fuzzy, so it may be a case of Photoshop of something. Or they made it blurry so it looks like they're kissing when they're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck am I dwelling on kisses? Good question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm also talking to myself. Funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are two funny stories I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style8" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, which is why we have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="style26" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Bonus Question:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Is Hell exothermic (gives of heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some varient.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;One student however, wrote the following:&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to hell.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;With birth and death rates as they are we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume of Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;This gives two possibilities:&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase untill all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop untill Hell freezes over.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms.Banyan during my freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you" and we take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then #2 cannot be true.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;The student recieved the only "A" given.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The rabbi was marched up onto the platform first. There, facing the guillotine, he was asked if he had any last words. And the rabbi cried out, "I believe in the one and only true God, and He shall save me." The executioner then positioned the rabbi below the blade, set the block above his neck, and pulled the cord to set the terrible instrument in motion. The heavy cleaver plunged downward, searing the air. But then, abruptly, it stopped with a crack just a few inches above the would-be victim's neck. To which the rabbi said, "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"It's a miracle!" gasped the crowd. And the executioner had to agree, letting the rabbi go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Next in line was the priest. Asked for his final words, he declared, "I believe in Jesus Christ&amp;nbsp; the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost&amp;nbsp; who will rescue me in my hour of need." The executioner then positioned this man beneath the blade. And he pulled the cord. Again the blade flew downward&amp;nbsp; thump! creak!&amp;nbsp; ...stopping just short of its mark once more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"Another miracle!" sighed the disappointed crowd. And the executioner for the second time had no choice but to let the condemned go free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Now it was the skeptic's turn. "What final words have you to say?" he was asked. But the skeptic didn't hear. Staring intently at the ominous engine of death, he seemed lost. Not until the executioner poked him in the ribs and the question was asked again did he reply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="style26" style="line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh, I see your problem," the skeptic said pointing. "You've got a blockage in the gear assembly, right there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to http://atheistempire.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS THE FUNNIEST ONE OF THEM ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Taoism:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shit happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Buddhism:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;If shit happens, it's not really shit.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Islam:&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If shit happens, it's the will of Allah.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Protestantism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shit happens because you don't work hard enough.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Judaism:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Why does this shit always happen to us?&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hinduism:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;This shit happened before.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Catholicism:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shit happens because you're bad.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hare Krishna:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shit happens rama rama.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;T.V. Evangelism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Send more shit.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Atheism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;No shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Jehova's Witness:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Knock knock, shit happens.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Hedonism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;There's nothing like a good shit happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Christian Science:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shit happens in your mind.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Agnosticism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Maybe shit happens, maybe it doesn't.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Rastafarianism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Let's smoke this shit.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Existentialism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;What is shit anyway?&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Stoicism:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;This shit doesn't bother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I have nothing better to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2851681634927817038?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2851681634927817038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2851681634927817038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2851681634927817038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2851681634927817038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-your-love-i-dont-wanna-be.html' title='I want your love, I don&apos;t wanna be friends.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw-xTf4npLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/g4KEG7n0E_A/s72-c/chuck+bass+ellis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2239109353041741052</id><published>2009-11-26T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:45:17.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain of love will never stop, we are our own creation. | The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone... -Goethe</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Pain Of Love by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw54ArkF4YI/AAAAAAAAARw/-ize50UQ63Q/s1600/bill+angel" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw54ArkF4YI/AAAAAAAAARw/-ize50UQ63Q/s400/bill+angel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start off every blog post with a photo nowadays. I editted this photo I found. Bill looks beautiful here. I love Bill, for the zillionth time. He is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we D.O.T.S. had our 3rd&amp;nbsp;Odyssey of The Mind meeting within our group. We finally figured out on what to do and wrote out a script. Yay us. Nothing else happened, much. I came back with Ming Xuan and I explained TOKIO HOTEL to her. :) She's getting quite sick of this Tokio Hotel business already :( Tsk. Then I went to return a book at the library in the sweltering heat...&amp;nbsp;and found Ira. Pffft. Tlaked to her a bit, then she went home. I had to wait much longer for a bus because I already missed one. Damn. Then I came home and sat on the computer then on. :) (kinda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: I don't know why, I feel nervous and scared. I have no idea why. It's a random pain clawing away at my heart... o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2239109353041741052?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2239109353041741052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2239109353041741052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2239109353041741052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2239109353041741052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain-of-love-will-never-stop-we-are-our.html' title='The pain of love will never stop, we are our own creation. | The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone... -Goethe'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw54ArkF4YI/AAAAAAAAARw/-ize50UQ63Q/s72-c/bill+angel' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8585157554343851711</id><published>2009-11-25T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:18:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once I'm in, I own your heart...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;fuck, it sounds like a Britney song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Devilish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xV2ztPSw9Eo"&gt;Amazing Phil's new video here! CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a really good and weird &lt;i&gt;(totally "Phil")&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;video, with flashing lights and a complete visual treat. *two thumbs up for Phil* People, go vote for him, he joined a competition. If only I knew how to vote... he explained how, but I'm... heh, kind of a stoning loser. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one of the latest issues in this world is Adam Lambert's "visual" (!) performance at the AMAs where he had lots of WEIRDLY-DRESSED dancers and kissed a male keyboardist (with cool hair *two thumbs up for getting kissed by Adam AND having cool hair*). I don't find anything wrong with it. Adamw as right. When people like Britney and other female divas do it, it's perfectly OK. When Britney kissed Madonna onstage, everything was FINE. And that keyboardist has better hair! D: Anyways, I completely agree with Adam about that, atleast. I'm a Team Glambert kinda person. That kiss was the best same-sex kiss ever AFTER the Frerard (Frank Iero + Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance) kiss(es). AND Frank and Gerard aren't even gay. LOL. I'll always remember Gerard's response when asked what happened that night when he kissed Frank onstage. "Magic... fireworks." GO GERARD WAY! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw0SOEHjl3I/AAAAAAAAARo/X6mo3_D7mxY/s1600/frerard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw0SOEHjl3I/AAAAAAAAARo/X6mo3_D7mxY/s320/frerard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You knew that was coming ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll be off now, before my mother kills me for using the computer too long. FRERARD FOREVER. Almost as much as EVRIL {Evan Taubenfeld + Avril Lavigne} forever! :) Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8585157554343851711?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8585157554343851711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8585157554343851711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8585157554343851711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8585157554343851711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-im-in-i-own-your-heart.html' title='Once I&apos;m in, I own your heart...'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Sw0SOEHjl3I/AAAAAAAAARo/X6mo3_D7mxY/s72-c/frerard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8239352004742604254</id><published>2009-11-23T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:07:02.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If our brain was simple enough for us to understand it, we would be so stupid we wouldn't be able to understand it after all.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Humanoid by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Philosophical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Swp2KrHV7bI/AAAAAAAAARY/r_Mx7cCNWPM/s1600/billandtheoriginoflife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Swp2KrHV7bI/AAAAAAAAARY/r_Mx7cCNWPM/s400/billandtheoriginoflife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that begins today's edition of Drima's continuous rants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, haven't you thought about it? What's outside the universe? What happened before the Big Bang (though technically there was no 'before', because time didn't exist &lt;i&gt;before &lt;/i&gt;it)? I find the idea of a 'God' controlling everything stupid... though I guess if we created life and left them alone, they would probably find the idea of someone creating them ridiculous. But it's not that we're examples of 'God', we're not the least bit perfect. And why underestimate the power of nature or our own abilities by saying God is behind everything we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brains are one of the most the complicated things we know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For example, earthworms. Their brains are so simple but they don't understand it because their mentality is too primitive and simple as well... If there were a God or something that would understand our brains, he would be so ridiculously complicated that he wouldn't be able to understand himself either. Far from perfect, huh? (The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder is killing me with philosophical thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If our brain was simple enough for us to understand it, we would be so stupid we wouldn't be able to understand it after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not trouble you with my weird thoughts anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8239352004742604254?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8239352004742604254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8239352004742604254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8239352004742604254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8239352004742604254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-our-brain-was-simple-enough-for-us.html' title='If our brain was simple enough for us to understand it, we would be so stupid we wouldn&apos;t be able to understand it after all.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/Swp2KrHV7bI/AAAAAAAAARY/r_Mx7cCNWPM/s72-c/billandtheoriginoflife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7409433598664775484</id><published>2009-11-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:22:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say "shotgun", you say "wedding". "Shotgun wedding", "shotgun wedding"!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Time To Dance by Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Apathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the urge to smash glass or wreck something unnatural and weird? Well, let it be. I want to smash something. I tried to do an ollie on my skateboard today. The outcome? My skateboard refuses to get itself off the ground. Damn you, board. Ah, well. I fell a few times trying to kickturn. Sigh. Fundamental things in skateboarding are the hardest to master. Once I can ollie, supposedly other tricks will be easier to learn as the ollie is the basic trick of skateboarding. So, now what? I'm gonna try again tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens these days. Other than complete boredom and public humiliation (thank you, Mother). That story is too crap to tell here, but Joyce should know. One word, revenge... bitch. That makes it two. Well, bleah. I don't give a fuck. I wanted to ask, do you think it's fair to kill an animal to put it out of its misery? What if it was going to die anyways, slowly and painfully, would it be fair to kill it? &lt;i&gt;*Ponderponderponder*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this cool movie called The Orphan. It was EXCELLENT. I give it a 8.5 out of 10. :) *two thumbs up* It's M18, I think, but I watched it online. Heheh. I have nothing else to say. I'm going to disappear into forever... until next time. If that comes...&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7409433598664775484?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7409433598664775484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7409433598664775484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7409433598664775484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7409433598664775484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-say-shotgun-you-say-wedding.html' title='When I say &quot;shotgun&quot;, you say &quot;wedding&quot;. &quot;Shotgun wedding&quot;, &quot;shotgun wedding&quot;!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2549979952896045210</id><published>2009-11-18T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:19:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reign will kill us all, throw ourselves against the wall. No one else can see the preservation of the martyr in me.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Psychosocial by Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Kind of tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly forgot &amp;nbsp;to tell you. I finished reading Brisingr. It was the most EPIC book I've read. In the end, I felt a lot of pity for Glaedr, poor guy. Oromis died and since he gave his 'heart of hearts' to Eragon and Saphira, after he died, he would be 'trapped' in it and unable to completely die himself.. So he won't have a body,but he's be perfectly alive. AND ERAGON *FINALLY* got a sword *two thumbs up for him*, despite the fact that &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rhunön said she would never make a sword again after what happened to the Forsworn. Eragon and Saphira found the last bit of the magical steel thing that all the Dragon Rider swords&amp;nbsp;Rhunön made from&amp;nbsp;under the Menoa tree, after Saphira angered it o_O Anyways, because she took an oath in the Ancient Language, she could not go against it, so, through Eragon, she made the best sword EVER. EVER! OK, anyways, after thinking, Eragon named the sword 'Brisingr', which means &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; in the Ancient Language. But, surprisingly, it bursts into flames every time he says that, leading&amp;nbsp;Rhunön to conclude that since he helped make the sword, his feelings played a part in the phenomenon. Also, he learnt the true name of the sword. Heheh. COOL. I can't believe I just revealed 1/5 of the book or something. GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the last part of the Inheritance Cycle to come out. I wish the last dragon hatches and Saphira doesn't die (!) because she's the last female dragon and these ancient people can't clone creatures yet. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2549979952896045210?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2549979952896045210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2549979952896045210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2549979952896045210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2549979952896045210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/reign-will-kill-us-all-throw-ourselves.html' title='The reign will kill us all, throw ourselves against the wall. No one else can see the preservation of the martyr in me.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4802320971097265060</id><published>2009-11-17T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:39:34.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E's just another word I'll never learn to pronounce. How do I say I'm sorry 'coz the word is never gonna come out...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Starstrukk by 3OH!3 feat. Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Uninspired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to talk about. Ok, maybe I have one. BAD WAYS TO DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the worst ways to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read one in a really good book called God Of Beer (forgot who wrote it). There was this guy, the protagonist, named Kyle, and he liked his best friend, who already had a boyfriend. In the end, after a party, he got the courage to ask her out, knowing she was not really happy with her boyfriend (who was drunk at that time). Since she was very tall, she told him something like, 'You know how weird it looks when the girl's taller than the guy.' but he didn't care. In the end, she said she would go out with him and left in her car. She died in a car accident. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4802320971097265060?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4802320971097265060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4802320971097265060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4802320971097265060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4802320971097265060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/l-o-v-es-just-another-word-ill-never.html' title='L-O-V-E&apos;s just another word I&apos;ll never learn to pronounce. How do I say I&apos;m sorry &apos;coz the word is never gonna come out...'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-1847809909564387691</id><published>2009-11-16T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:34:03.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du bist und warst und wirst nie wieder alles sein. Ich hasse dich. [Tokio Hotel]</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nach Dir Kommt Nichts by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Obsessive (over Bill Kaulitz) and sort of rebellious -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Would it be weird if I say I absolutely love and adore the way Bill Kaulitz says/ sings 'Ich hasse dich'? Well, let it be weird, I don't care at all. I love Tokio Hotel, it it the best modern band. Green Day is the best of all time, but the band itself it 22 years old, not exactly modern (?) but post-punk. I like post-punk music, I don't care if the hardcore punks call me a poseur. They are going against their own beliefs. I mean, I thought 'punk' was about freedom of speech/ beliefs/ rights etc.? Avril Lavigne was right when she said, 'Pffft *slight hidden smirk*, punk, what is that? It's a way of life...' and so on. She isn't punk, she just likes their music. And for me, I like anarchy, it doesn't seem like a feasable thing, but a good one nonetheless. On facebook, I put my Political Views as 'Anarchist'. It is true, governments become corrupted over time. But punk is a freedom, and all these punk people are going against their own beliefs if you look at it in a philosophical way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to post-punk music. I like it because it has that hint of freedom and rebellion in it but lacks the hardcore sex-influenced feel of old punk rock. And whatever you say, The Ramones and Nirvana were pop punk. They were basically pop. Today, they would be called pop rock. But you don't see anyone complaining about them. But people like Avril, they whine about how much of a poseur she is because she became mellow over time. What do you expect? Loud, meaningless music all the time. Another irony, then. Why don't you like Girlfriend, then? And Green Day mellowed over time too. From goofballs, they became political and anti-conformist rockers. And I sense people whining and complaining right now. Pffft, losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosh, I hurt people's feelings right now.... And pissed a few people off too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ße...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-1847809909564387691?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1847809909564387691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=1847809909564387691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1847809909564387691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1847809909564387691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/du-bist-und-warst-und-wirst-nie-wieder.html' title='Du bist und warst und wirst nie wieder alles sein. Ich hasse dich. [Tokio Hotel]'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8039072252334829376</id><published>2009-11-15T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:07:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lass die Hunde los. | Ich Breche aus!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Tokio Hotel Radio... again.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, I was up to my old antics a.k.a. not sleeping. So I stayed up till 4+ and watched a brilliant brilliant BRILLIANT movie. Remember when I loved The Saga Of Darren Shan? The first movie is out. :O It was called Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant. Though Darren Shan the actor (Chris Massagolia or something) was cute, he needs to take acting lessons because his acting was very stiff and not convincing as Darren. Plus, Darren seems to not hate Larten as much as the original book. Hmmm. They added a few characters and changed a few scenes to make it more dramatic, but that's ok. At least it wasn't as horrible as Eragon, eek. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokio Hotel Radio is awesome. I made a few like-minded friends there. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8039072252334829376?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8039072252334829376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8039072252334829376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8039072252334829376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8039072252334829376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/lass-die-hunde-los-ich-breche-aus.html' title='Lass die Hunde los. | Ich Breche aus!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-620457098303931949</id><published>2009-11-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:45:21.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durch Den Monsun &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.goomradio.fr/#page=/radio/tokio-hotel-radio"&gt;Tokio Hotel Radio&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;DUH!&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Headachey again. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few issues to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love Tokio Hotel radio. It's the awesomest radio station everrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going to start my Vlog soon. Until Joyce finishes editting my script, we're stuck. I like Vlogs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have nothing else to say. I am bored. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-620457098303931949?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/620457098303931949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=620457098303931949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/620457098303931949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/620457098303931949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/durch-den-monsun-3.html' title='Durch Den Monsun &lt;3'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-751773529314743203</id><published>2009-11-14T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:06:42.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich bin da wenn du willst, ganz egal wo du bist. An Deiner Seite, nur eine Weile. Du bist nicht alleine. [Tokio Hotel] ♥</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Tokio Hotel radio xD&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOKIO HOTEL HAVE TWITTER. I'M OVERJOYED. PLUS, THEIR OWN RADIO AND I'M HYPER... I PROBABLY WON'T SLEEP TILL 5 AM AGAIN OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened lately, except for me taking inspiration from AmazingPhil. I wanna be a Vlogger and feature Joyce Choong in my debut Vlog. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-751773529314743203?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/751773529314743203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=751773529314743203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/751773529314743203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/751773529314743203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/ich-bin-da-wenn-du-willst-ganz-egal-wo.html' title='Ich bin da wenn du willst, ganz egal wo du bist. An Deiner Seite, nur eine Weile. Du bist nicht alleine. [Tokio Hotel] ♥'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2647812756891324515</id><published>2009-11-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:55:02.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTUBE.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Guilty Pleasure - Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a Vlogger. Hmmm, the weird ideas that come to my mind. But I was inspired by AmazingPhil. I WANNA BE A VLOGGER! YAY. Ok, I'm acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been editting loads of photos. Here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvvbFAPXcwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vs4W1_D5goA/s1600-h/gabecrawlingonstage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvvbFAPXcwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vs4W1_D5goA/s320/gabecrawlingonstage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvvbUBWasrI/AAAAAAAAARA/PtRkJieLR-U/s1600-h/youtube-land.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvvbUBWasrI/AAAAAAAAARA/PtRkJieLR-U/s320/youtube-land.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvvbMy35_fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OSCKXWXZFT8/s1600-h/swifty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvvbMy35_fI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OSCKXWXZFT8/s320/swifty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2647812756891324515?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2647812756891324515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2647812756891324515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2647812756891324515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2647812756891324515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/youtube.html' title='YOUTUBE.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvvbFAPXcwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vs4W1_D5goA/s72-c/gabecrawlingonstage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8912280551239036333</id><published>2009-11-11T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:40:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I like to run away from the ugly truth of me. | Warning, live without warning.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Mega Man by Evan Taubenfeld (Spinfire) and Warning by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Mood: On a sugar-high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 apples recently and apples keep humans awake and alert more effectively than caffeine. Uh-oh. And it's not that I'm not tired. My body is hyper but my mind is very tired. And another piece of shitty news, Anum has gone away to Miami. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a pic of Evan and Avril I created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvnKoHuBotI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5rub6Rt3D88/s1600-h/unstoppable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvnKoHuBotI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5rub6Rt3D88/s320/unstoppable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, they're unstoppable and pure awesomeness! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should read a book. Hmmm. I haven't read Brisingr in a while and I have about 1/3 of the book left to read. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, IF I OCASSIONALLY SAY&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif;"&gt;♪awkwarddd♪ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;it means that I've been watching Swiftkaratechop, who's like a male, theist and highly perverted version of me who plays video games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow', sans-serif;"&gt;♪ Awkwarddd♪&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;YAY SWIFTY. AFTER BILL AND SHANE, SWIFTY COMES THIRD. :) His real name's Matthew Brian Brown. Ooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also went to the library with Joyce today. After that, we went to buy accessories at Aries and I bought two red and two black thick bangles and a bottle of bright green nail polish. I'm wearing it on half my nails. The other half are black. Plus my toenails are black too. YAY NAIL POLISH. OMFG I AM REALLY HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8912280551239036333?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8912280551239036333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8912280551239036333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8912280551239036333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8912280551239036333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-like-to-run-away-from-ugly.html' title='Sometimes I like to run away from the ugly truth of me. | Warning, live without warning.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SvnKoHuBotI/AAAAAAAAAQo/5rub6Rt3D88/s72-c/unstoppable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2862991714713137191</id><published>2009-11-09T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:52:12.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan David Taubenfeld</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Evan Taubenfeld on uStream&lt;br /&gt;Mood: HYPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing Evan on uStream, but sadly, I can't view it Live, because he does it in US time, and I'd be sleeping then. *Awww* He's so cute. I moved on from him to Bill Kaulitz, 'coz EVAN BELONGS WITH AVRIL! EVRIL FOR LIFE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan quote about his song Razor Limeade: 'And everyone always talks about lemonade and limeade gets no respect. It's a fucking good drink and I feel sorry for the ones who grow lime.' -Well, I feel sorry 'coz it may not be the exact words because I accidentally closed the video! OH FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2862991714713137191?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2862991714713137191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2862991714713137191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2862991714713137191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2862991714713137191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/listening-to-evan-taubenfeld-on-ustream.html' title='Evan David Taubenfeld'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-1968309032910538182</id><published>2009-11-08T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:04:14.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I will be ready to go see the world behind my wall.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: World Behind My Wall by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Insomniac much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts, my eyes sting, and I still don't sleep. Ok, I shall go rest my mind a bit&amp;nbsp;later. My parents left for Italy today. One week of FREEDOM! Ok. ANYWAYS. GOOD NEWS! GREEN DAY WON BEST ROCK ACT AND TOKIO HOTEL WON BEST GROUP AT THE EMAs'09! :D *deliriously happy me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I should be getting to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Marissa, Qiu Ginj and I went to watch the Street ance event for the Berlin Dayz celebration celebrating 20 years of bringing down the wall. It wall really cool. We bought loads of badges afterwards. :) Fun! Photos up on Facebook! xD Ok. I'm getting really delirious, so, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Arka's awake? At 2 am? Hmmm. I shall talk to him now.&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-1968309032910538182?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1968309032910538182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=1968309032910538182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1968309032910538182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1968309032910538182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-i-will-be-ready-to-go-see-world.html' title='One day I will be ready to go see the world behind my wall.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7918385437660459876</id><published>2009-10-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:17:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling in love, but it's falling apart. I need to find my way back to the start | Let me back into your arms.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: well, I tried listening to Into Your Arms by The Maine, but the video isn't buffering fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Whatever-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. Today is the last day of school. The last day of us as 1SY. :( I don't like anything today. I complained about Tiffany and Rachel Ong and all those crapsters to Mrs Dora Fernandez and I wrote a report too. TEEHEE. Ok I have nothing else to say. BLEAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7918385437660459876?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7918385437660459876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7918385437660459876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7918385437660459876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7918385437660459876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-falling-in-love-but-its-falling.html' title='I&apos;m falling in love, but it&apos;s falling apart. I need to find my way back to the start | Let me back into your arms.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8363924858815820023</id><published>2009-10-29T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:18:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It goes on and on and on and on... strangers waiting up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Lady Marmalade - Christina Aguilera, P!nk, Lil Kim, Mya, Missy Elliot&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, we had our Talent show. The&amp;nbsp;Sec Ones and Twos. AND YES, WE SANG THAT STUPID MILEY CYRUS AND JOHN TRAVOLTA SONG D: but we rocked. We didn't win, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-awesomest vocals: 1SY! :D&lt;br /&gt;-most hyper/best performance: 2SE!&lt;br /&gt;-most daring performance: 2GR! "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;-most dramatic performance: 2PE (or whichever class did Hakuna Matata)&lt;br /&gt;-most awesome instrumentals: Megan Lau and Drima xDDD&lt;br /&gt;-cutest song: Gichi Gichi Goo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally drummed without mistake today! :D:D I'm just hyper today. BYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8363924858815820023?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8363924858815820023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8363924858815820023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8363924858815820023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8363924858815820023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-goes-on-and-on-and-on-and-on.html' title='It goes on and on and on and on... strangers waiting up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4133979615370680891</id><published>2009-10-26T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:30:33.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches and back-pain.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: People talking while studying for exams.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan L. is a bitch. But we're kind of ignoring each other but co-operating since I &lt;i&gt;STILL &lt;/i&gt;have to be a music rep. Sadly. Anyways, I decided to not skip school, but play the drums. Though Miley Cyrus' voice is ANNOYING SHIT, John Travolta's voice is nicer. And I can basically sing most of the song as it's within my range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, I hit my brother with a metal perfume bottle. This made his tooth go loose and him get a bloody mouth. (Whoops.) Now my parents think I'm some violent freak and feel wary about leaving me alone with him when she goes to Italy. Uh-oh. Though I'll have Aaheli over for a sleepover. MAYBE JOYCE CHOONG TOO, 'cuz she lives pretty near me. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I'm bored. HUMAIRAH IS STALKING NICK, BTW! ONE LONG-DISTANCE STALKER &lt;strike&gt;(guess who)&lt;/strike&gt; IS ENOUGH FOR HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4133979615370680891?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4133979615370680891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4133979615370680891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4133979615370680891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4133979615370680891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitches-and-back-pain.html' title='Bitches and back-pain.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3655247538180209027</id><published>2009-10-23T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:37:41.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The scars on my hands and the means to an end is ALL THAT I HAVE TO SHOW!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Broken. In every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;So, the 21st Century Breakdown video was out yesterday. It is OTHERWORLDLY (ran outta adjectives to say 'VERY GOOD'!) You may view it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.co.uk/artists/green-day/video/21st-century-breakdown/" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Anyways, school sucked today. A chain of events lead to a migraine and me wanting some people's BLOOD. AAAARGGHHH. Before I begin, something that made me happy. THE SAGA OF DARREN SHAN! Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant is OUTTTTT. View it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPC-5VoCkNE"&gt;over here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a apple-style-span"="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;OK, now onto today's annoying, crappy events. Today was Project's Day, which meant B-O-R-E-D-O-M. Heck no. But we had to suffer through it. Then Megan Lau selected a MILEY CYRUS song that our class should sing, thanks to Joy and Andrea and those prefects that don't deserve the status. When I told Hannah, Sophia and all (basically the group Megan hangs out with), they were like, 'EWWW! WE WON'T SING THAT!' And Megan says I'm being selfish. If I were selfish, I would skip school and let them suffer 'coz they won't have a drummer to play live and would have to play the TRACK. HA HA. Maybe I'll do just that. Megan's being a bitch, so shall I. Plus, in school, she was so complacent and arrogant that when I was like, 'Oh, I can read that,' at the guitar tabs, she was like, 'NO YOU CAN'T!' and then when I said, 'Yes I can, Sher-Lyn taught me,' she had nothing to say for herself. HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Another bad thing, I told Hannah, Pei Ling, Sophia, etc. (the Megan LAU group) all about Oddessey of the Mind and when it came to signing up, they abandoned me! So I demanded my pen back and stormed off, mumbling, 'Fucking idiots.' Later, when I was nearly in tears of frustration, Humairah brightened up my day by sitting beside me at the Lecture Theatre and TALKING CRAP! YAYS. And Xing Yi came over and gave me a hug and then Megan FOO came and let me join her OM group. So my day cheered up a bit. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in class, when Andrea took over my job as music rep and was like, '1SY, this is our rehearsal schedule', indicating at the scribbles on the whiteboard and told us that we'd be playing Miley Cyrus, I said VERY LOUDLY, 'I'd rather die' and stormed off to the library with Ming Xuan and Isabella, with whom I spent the first part of the day, when my mood was still OK. They're also in the OM group. YEAH! Then I went home on the MRT with Ming Xuan, Miselle and Audi (the usuals, heheh), telling everyone in my path I knew was from 1CO or 1GY about my class' misfortune, thanks to *CERTAIN LOSERS* who took my job! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Abigail, 'Is that pink?!' at my bottle doesn't help. You too, Miselle or Ming Xuan or Audi (whichever one of you said it). I am VERY pissed today. Bloody idiots who took my job and bloody idiots who learnt all about OM but refused to let me in their group. And my special apologies to Ying Ying, I can't be in her Science Project Work group. :( UNLESS OM REJECTS ME, THEN I'M ALL YOURS. Eh, not really, but you get my drift. At least Ying Ying is 26824694636984623962305732560237502572965293642384926 times better than a certain sanctimonious bitch who claimed that stupid Sec Ones listen to crap Disney music like JoBros and Miley and now she wants to do a Miley song from Bolt. Hypocrite much? UGH. Let's not think of Megan Lau and her mood swings and bipolar disease now. HA. Loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a apple-style-span"="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a apple-style-span"="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a apple-style-span"="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a apple-style-span"="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a apple-style-span"="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a apple-style-span"="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3655247538180209027?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3655247538180209027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3655247538180209027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3655247538180209027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3655247538180209027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/scars-on-my-hands-and-means-to-end-is_6344.html' title='The scars on my hands and the means to an end is ALL THAT I HAVE TO SHOW!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3589946817626288768</id><published>2009-10-22T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:29:06.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BILL IS MY HERO! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Megan and Hannah yelling at eachother!&lt;br /&gt;Mood: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Xuan and I did a really awesome Bill Kaulitz photoshop image. He looks MOTHERFUCKING hot! Ming Xuan said, 'MOTHERFUCKING CUTE... uhhh, wrong word.' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok since I am doing nothing important now, I shall blog later at the library. Wait for the edits! And I'm SO gonna post this on Facebook, DeviantART and use it as my wallpaper. Mwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/St-5pkPRRBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CRnUWRX0SxM/s1600-h/Drima+and+Ming+Xuan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/St-5pkPRRBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CRnUWRX0SxM/s400/Drima+and+Ming+Xuan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: YAY Bill Kasulitz is obsessed with vampires, I just found out. But he wants to be in the Twilight movies, EWWWWW. NO BILL NO! I'd still love him, though, if he was in Twilight. :) It's so cold in the library, and only a few minutes to recess! Counting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3589946817626288768?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3589946817626288768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3589946817626288768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3589946817626288768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3589946817626288768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/bill-in-graveyard-3.html' title='BILL IS MY HERO! &lt;3'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/St-5pkPRRBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CRnUWRX0SxM/s72-c/Drima+and+Ming+Xuan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3295718187806381332</id><published>2009-10-20T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:27:43.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut my wrists and black my eyes, so I can fall asleep tonight, or die.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Ohio Is For Lovers by Hawthorne Heights Mood: Numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANCA, SZELING AND NICOLE SEYLER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO NICK DUNN, MY FAVE GIRAFFE who is in Singapore for a school trip now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy early birthday to Rivik, who is currently irritating me on Facebook... and now abandoning me for dinner!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bittersweet day for me. Firstly, the return of Mother Tongue papers left Pat and i roaming around and finally going to the library. Then, the failure to return all three Science papers made all us non-Chinese people not going through the papers stone at the library. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back our Geography papers and I got a C5 I think. Yes, I suck at Geography! But Lang Arts was funny and I got A1... Paper One: 50 out of 60 :) Paper Two: 48 outta 50 xD woots! BUT! Paper 3: 27 outta 50. I SUCK RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ms Chua, 'Drima, your marks are yo-yo-ing.' -.- Ha ha. But atleast I got nearly 80. Yeah babyyy. Ha ha. Another thing, I will never talk to that fucking asshole Arka EVER AGAIN. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also created a DeviantART account, username: themotherchucker. Ha ha, typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3295718187806381332?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3295718187806381332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3295718187806381332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3295718187806381332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3295718187806381332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/cut-my-wrists-and-black-my-eyes-so-i.html' title='Cut my wrists and black my eyes, so I can fall asleep tonight, or die.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-6582691477933388239</id><published>2009-10-18T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:54:50.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich schrei in die nacht für dich, lass mich nicht im Stich, spring nicht!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Spring Nicht by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time this Diwali to play with fire hazards (ha ha, my way of saying, burn firecrackers) yet. Hopefully, I'll do that later. Ha ha. Today was boring and filled with tantrum-throwing. Nothing new. Then I spent some more time on the computer and. 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#beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer #beatcancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-6582691477933388239?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6582691477933388239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=6582691477933388239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6582691477933388239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6582691477933388239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/ich-schrei-in-die-nacht-fur-dich-lass.html' title='Ich schrei in die nacht für dich, lass mich nicht im Stich, spring nicht!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-427437778388344427</id><published>2009-10-17T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:00:17.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's killing me, we lost a dream we never had.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Love Is Dead by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to kill myself &lt;em&gt;or study properly next year/ join tution. &lt;/em&gt;My grades for Maths and History were so bad I could die. I'm probably the lowest in my class for Maths and second-lowest for History. I cried yesterday. I hate it I hate it I hate it. I mean, why am I the worst in class? This life is too hard. There is about a zero percent chance of me getting into 2SY but I will do anyting and try my best to get into 3SY. Triple science, ACSI, and PhD, here I come. Nothing can stop me from astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, our class is planning to sing/ act Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows for the class performance. We have to act out a song from an animated feature. While the rest of the class acts/ sings, Megan, Sher-Lyn and I will probably play instruments. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's an interview I found on the internet about Bill and Tom Kaulitz when they turned 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How different are the twins? &lt;br /&gt;The most famous twins in Germany become 17! Famous brothers Tom and Bill Kaulitz told us what`s the difference between them, what do they love and why do they argue … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: You are born at the same time. Tom is only 10 minutes older. What are the differences between you?&lt;br /&gt;Tom: We`re totally different! &lt;br /&gt;Bill: But we like the same girls. &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Yes! We also often know what the other one is thinking. &lt;br /&gt;Bill: We`re just some kind of "connected". We even had the same dreams once. And when we aren`t together, we feel when something special happens to the other one. &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: We can see on you old pictures, that you wore the same clothes when you were kids. When did your styles become different? &lt;br /&gt;Bill: I think when we were around 7 years old. Until then we were totally the same. &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Then we developed our own styles and we liked different clothes. &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: Do you like what the other one is wearing? &lt;br /&gt;Tom: We respect each other. But I would never wear such tight pants, like Bill. If my pants stuck to my ass, I would feel really weird. &lt;br /&gt;Bill: And I think it`s weird when pants are huge. &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: Do you tell each other when you don`t like something on the other one? &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Of course I just tell him: "Bill, it looks terrible!" &lt;br /&gt;Bill: And then I say: "This is much better [than yours]!" (laugh) &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: You also listen to very different music. Do you argue about it? &lt;br /&gt;Tom: No. We never did. When I was 7 I listened to rock bands like AC/DC, Aerosmith and Bill liked Nena. &lt;br /&gt;Bill: We already had our own rooms and we always competed who gets the music louder. Sometimes we argued about television. When there were hip hop clips on Viva I wanted to switch the channel, while Tom wasn't paying attention. (laugh) &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: And you also have different opinions about romantic ... &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Yes that`s right. Though, some things are romantic for me, but not for Bill. Like, I think one-night-stands are romantic. (laugh) &lt;br /&gt;Bill: As you can see, Tom has no idea about what's romantic. &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: Bill what was the most romantic thing you ever did? And Tom what was the least romantic thing you ever did? Tom: If you think that one-night-stands aren`t romantic, I did a lot of unromantic things! &lt;br /&gt;Bill: When I had a girlfriend, I went to a shop and prepared something good at home. Then I lighted up some candles and while we were watching DVDs, we ate everything. &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Candles and dinner – this is not for me. I would prefer we`re in bed, cuz it`s more comfortable over there. (laugh) &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: So it`s totally clear which one of you believes in true love … Right? &lt;br /&gt;Bill: I really believe in it. It must be a great feeling. Hard to stand. If you meet somebody like that, you can easily grow old with her. But unfortunaly it doesn`t happen to everyone. There are so many people in the world, it`s hard to meet the perfect one. &lt;br /&gt;Tom: I don`t believe in it. But maybe something will make me change my mind. Maybe it will really happen someday. &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: Bill, why don`t you have one-night-stands? &lt;br /&gt;Bill: It`s just not for me. Time is very important for me. I want to spend it only with people I really care about. If I have a girlfriend, it`s for a long time. I can`t just be with a person for one night or something.&lt;br /&gt;Tom: I don`t have a girlfriend only for one night. I call her after the first night and we meet again. And then it`s two or three night-stand. (laugh) &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: What are the differences between you when you`re naked? &lt;br /&gt;Bill: Well I have a birth-mark under my chin and Tom on his cheek. Tom has also a bit wider nose. I`m also taller than he is. I am 183 cm tall and Tom is like a small elf beside me. &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Bill is really bigger in this way. But I`m bigger in all other ways! (laughing to death) &lt;br /&gt;Bill: All day I have to lisen to this. Only they were at least true. And the worst thing is that Georg is joining him. So the two of them together, they're always repeating this. &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Hey, did you just say that we`re repeating!? Anything I say is true. Sometimes you have to reconcile with the truth. (both laughing to death) &lt;br /&gt;BRAVO: Is there anything you would never share? &lt;br /&gt;Bill: A girlfriend! &lt;br /&gt;Tom: Exactly! &lt;br /&gt;Bill: A girl could never come between us. That won`t ever happen. We always hold together. If we argue with someone, we`re always a team. Nobody will tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-427437778388344427?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/427437778388344427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=427437778388344427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/427437778388344427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/427437778388344427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-killing-me-we-lost-dream-we-never.html' title='It&apos;s killing me, we lost a dream we never had.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7993716648630109631</id><published>2009-10-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:12:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komm und rette mich. Come and save me.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Rette Mich by Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Melancholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/StcOc9KzJbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AVobi22-Js0/s1600-h/bill+kaulitz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/StcOc9KzJbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AVobi22-Js0/s320/bill+kaulitz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;WOOHOO. I want hair like Tokio Hotel lead singer Bill Kaulitz! He's one of the cutest people alive! :) I didn't know until a month ago that Tokio Hotel was German. :S Dumbass me. Anyways, I LOVE BILL! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Darren Lim got one mark less than me in German. I am amused. ^^ But I feel depressed for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to various sites, learning about World War II in Singapore. It was pretty gruesome at times, but I liked it. I learnt that the 15" gun's bullet (1500 calibre) is taller than Megan and Melissa Rachel. It's 150cm tall. Ha ha. I was supposed to be one of the flag-bearers for this ceremony we were supposed to have in Kranji War Memorial, but due to rain, we just observed silence. The graves were so sad. A guy called Papayya died at just 16, which means he was younger than us when war started! That is genuinely sad. Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, we went to the National Museum and our own seniors showed us around. It was fun today, despite the fact that we were split. But, when we were going back to school in the bus, the 'supposedly cute' teacher, Peter Naff was in our bus. Though he may look good to others, Meg, Humairah and I call him Beef-face 'coz his face looks red sometimes and make fun of him, so when he got onto the bus, we started ROFLMAO-ing! Miss Lai was being mean and was all like, 'Contain your excitement, girls!' That's so mean. And we probably angered, scared and embarrassed Mr. Naff so much that he'll be wary of going head-to-head with 1SY from now. Mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel sick, too. &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Komm und rette mich, bitte. Come and save me, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7993716648630109631?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7993716648630109631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7993716648630109631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7993716648630109631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7993716648630109631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/komm-und-rette-mich-come-and-save-me.html' title='Komm und rette mich. Come and save me.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/StcOc9KzJbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AVobi22-Js0/s72-c/bill+kaulitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-1000291848113141366</id><published>2009-10-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:29:39.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: The My Chemical Romance The Black Parade CD I &lt;strike&gt;bought&lt;/strike&gt; splurged on today :D&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Whatever-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a horribly boring day. Nothing to do. I spent the morning, afternoon and some of the evening on the computer, doing nothing much. I played this lame game Rivik suggested on Facebook, namely, Ninja Saga. It was OK. I give it a 3 outta 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you hear? &lt;/strong&gt;I bought The Black Parade CD by My Chemical Romance. I like it. The Sharpest Lives is my favourite song off it, and Cancer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have school tomorrow, after a day's break today. We're going for some fucking lame outing. I hate school field trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am procrastinating. Since I have been on the computer FARRR too long, I shall not review the rest of the American Idiot album. And I just watched the full narrative and uncensored version of Jesus of Suburbia, which is a partially perverted 11-min video with too many sex scenes, but it's damn meaningful. It's a mini movie in itself. Ha ha. Jimmy and Whatsername forever!&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-1000291848113141366?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1000291848113141366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=1000291848113141366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1000291848113141366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1000291848113141366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/sharpest-lives-are-deadliest-to-lead.html' title='The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5624020486114902437</id><published>2009-10-12T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:33:54.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time (baby)... for a love revolution (for a love revolution!)</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Love Revolution by Avril Lavigne, Lenny Kravitz, Vanessa Carlton, Plain White T's, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love Revolution song is by the artists (mentioned above)&amp;nbsp;who have clothing brands under Kohl's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm super hyper today because the exams have finally ended &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(YEAH BABYYY) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and I'm free (well, not really, we still have school...), at least from November. Which is not THAT far away. The Science paper was easy! :D And now, let me search DeviantArt. And... look at what I found... Jimmy and Whatsername, the lead roles of American Idiot, the concept album of the century and BEYOND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/StK6kYdAXRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-LrQzVIJTew/s1600-h/jimmy+whatsername.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/StK6kYdAXRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-LrQzVIJTew/s320/jimmy+whatsername.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you their story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jimmy/ Jesus of Suburbia: the protagonist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatsername: his love interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;his mother: a drunk woman who gambles away and wastes her money on lottery tickets, hoping that "one day, their life will change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Brad: maybe his dad, maybe his step-father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tunny: random friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatshisface: the guy Whatsername leaves Jimmy for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Idiot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The start of the story, an introduction to the scenario. There's this kid named Jimmy who calls himself the Jesus of Suburbia and is lonely and depressed. He knows this world is fucked-up and America is "where everything isn't meant to be OK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Of Suburbia (I. Jesus of Suburbia II. City Of The Damned III. I Don't Care IV. Dearly Beloved V. Tales From Another Broken Home)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the start to Jimmy's story. In part I, he's just a depressed kid "from the Bible of none of the above" with nowhere to go. He doesn't blame himself for it, he says this is how he's "meant to be, in a land of make believe, that don't believe in" him. In part II, he's the king of the 7-11, doing graffitti on the walls of the staff toilet, in the City Of The Damned where "no one really seems to care". In part III, he doesn't care anymore. He believes everyone's "born and raised by hypocrites, hearts recycled but never saved, from the cradle to the grave". In part IV, he's on the verge of madness and paranoia overcomes him. (Dearly Beloved is what I write of as my signature... scroll down after I sign off). In Part V, he says "I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize. When there ain't NOWHERE you can go. RUNNING AWAY from pain, when you feel victimized, tales from another broken home"...and he just leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jimmy&amp;nbsp;has just left town and he's living his life on the streets (Hear the sound of the falling rain...). He's speaking out loud and acting in vain, but it seems like he's talking himself into the fact that running away was the right thing to do, explaining his reasons of discontent to himself. He still feels alone, and shunned from society, but it seems he feels a little more self-confidence, and happiness out on the road. It is also remotely political with the whole "Zeig heil..." thing, but it's basically just Jimmy yelling out and expressing his own dead beliefs onto the world. Like screaming into mid air. Also, to go 'on holiday' is said to be like, a vacation. So this is basically like an escape, a runaway. This leads us into Boulevard of Broken Dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boulevard Of Broken Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy is out alone, on the cold streets, nothing to do, nowhere to go. The happiness has worn off and he walks alone. Everyone's asleep, no one can hear him, no one cares, and he just walks with his empty heart... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are We The Waiting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Easter Sunday... Jimmy's still, alone, living it rough. his mind is playing tricks on him, and you can see him slowly losing his sanity. He doesn't even believe in himself anymore. He's not the king of his local 7-11,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;out on the streets, where no one knows who he is...he's not the Jesus of Suburbia anymore. He's just...there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5624020486114902437?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5624020486114902437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5624020486114902437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5624020486114902437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5624020486114902437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-time-baby-for-love-revolution-for.html' title='It is time (baby)... for a love revolution (for a love revolution!)'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/StK6kYdAXRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-LrQzVIJTew/s72-c/jimmy+whatsername.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3194889630885724393</id><published>2009-10-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:18:05.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I'd do anything for you &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Pop Rocks by Fight Fair&lt;br /&gt;Mood: SPAZZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there have been one exam after another. I'm getting slaughtered on Monday for the Sciences, as Mr. Lau puts it. You shall be tortured biologically first, followed by chemically and last but certainly not the least, (GOODNESS!) PHYSICALLY slaughtered. Like, they'll chop us? YAY! Ok, kidding. If they do that, my little dead pieces will file a lawsuit! On Monday, we had Lang Arts 1 and History. Lang Arts went so-so and I'm afraid I died for History. An unseen, unexplained question came out! :( I'm disappointed with Miss Lai. She didn't explain it. Nevermind, what's done is done. :) Next came MATHS. At first it was Mother Tongue, so I chilled with Pat and Pava and then with Pava and Jayashree. They're nice dudes. Patricia is a Korean girl who draws like sdjfdjksgfksdgjksdgf AWESOME! And she introduced me to a cool anime :D GO PAT! I screwed up my Maths Paper 1 but pwned my Paper 2. Then came Lang Arts. Utter disaster, nevermind. And today was Geography. So-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get that asshole Zhi Cao with his crush and my friend Yun Yu. But aaparently, she dislikes him. I don't blame her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;My new celebrity crush is... SHANE DAWSON! I moved on from Evan Taubenfeld and Kyle Patrick because Evan deserves Avril and Shane &amp;gt; Kyle. :)) Though Shane deserves his co-comedian Brittani Taylor. Their video Emo Breakup is the sweetest video by them. It's one of my favourite videos of ALL TIME. That's where I got the Pop Rocks song from. Now I'm addicted to it. It's my Shane Dawson theme song! Oh, by the way. Shane Dawson has a heart illness/ influenza thing and now he can't get outta bed in a month. He says his heart STOPPED! And the nurse told him to drink fluids 'coz it dried up :O Take care Shane. I love Shane Dawson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, Dearly Beloved. You know my heart belongs to you.&amp;nbsp;BUT, I still love Avril more than Shane. But he's third, tied up with Evan. I shall resist from loving Evan and Avril and love them TOGETHER as EVRIL! EVRIL FTW! Forever and a day more! :) MOVING ON, this girly talk is getting retarded. No wait, bi talk 'coz I mentioned loving Avril! I guess I am bi. Not that I randomly get attracted to girls. Just I love Avril. &amp;lt;3333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the Shane Dawson and Brittani Taylor video of Emo Breakup: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st8-oYpI_FE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=07E1C99ABA04E3C1&amp;amp;index=34"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st8-oYpI_FE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=07E1C99ABA04E3C1&amp;amp;index=34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane and Brittani forever and a day more too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, Dearly Beloved, have our lives intertwined but never destined to be together. I love you. Goodbye. p.s. INVITE ME TO YOUR NON-EXISTANT WEDDING. And I'm not that interested in Heather, contrary to what you asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Rocks: 'Baby I'd do anything for you!' &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3194889630885724393?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3194889630885724393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3194889630885724393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3194889630885724393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3194889630885724393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-id-do-anything-for-you-3.html' title='Baby, I&apos;d do anything for you &lt;3'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3826961572753876394</id><published>2009-10-04T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:44:23.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan the Rubik's genius</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Mood: In awe; hysterical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw another one of my hysterics today. Life pisses me off, so I scream back. Anyways, I'm a bit calmer now as I just saw evan Taubenfeld completely solve a Rubik's cube in 1:09:232. That's minutes and seconds and milliseconds, btw. I think it should be 23.2 milliseconds. Anyways, he OWNS. He is sooo great, IT HURTS! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to seeing the Tweets of last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3826961572753876394?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3826961572753876394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3826961572753876394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3826961572753876394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3826961572753876394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/evan-rubiks-genius.html' title='Evan the Rubik&apos;s genius'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5322530705583194453</id><published>2009-10-03T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:45:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow</title><content type='html'>Listening to: I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I fell sick in school D: I slept for an hour at the sick bay :D and then I went back to class D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyways, we also had Music and Xong Yi cried for reasons that I will not disclose and I HUGGED HER :O to cheer her up. :) I also changed my number. Refer to my Facebook Profile for it. Bleah. I have free unlimited smses :)) but I'm not in a mood to talk to anyone. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that evil Zhi Cao went around telling people that I like Dearly Beloved. Gosh, I want to bitchslap him. Even that idiot Wye Kit and that obsolete Jing Kai know. I love I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry. Haven't heard it in a while. Fave song by her. "I liked it." Well, no. I don't intend to kiss girls anytime soon. Ugh. I'm kind of bi, but I only love one girl, I LOVE AVRIL LAVIGNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say. Oh, Rivik kept bugging me to go to the puja. If I spam people, he's a STALKER. Geez. I didn't go. Neither did Srijoni and Arka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5322530705583194453?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5322530705583194453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5322530705583194453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5322530705583194453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5322530705583194453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/meow_03.html' title='meow'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3876508504416659754</id><published>2009-10-01T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:38:22.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored. Bleah.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Weird noises O_O&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;i&gt;-The title says it all-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. Today is kind of boring. BUT. In the afternoon, I have German EOY exams. I think I'll get less than 80 or something. NOOO. Didn't have enough time or the mood to study. Though I still have hope, seeing how downright crappy my classmate Zia Xin is at German. It maked me feel better to know I know more German than her. Teehee. What else happened? I learnt that Ming Xuan and Zhi Cao know each other, though not very well. And Zhi Cao is damn pro in maths. Gosh. Maths is OK, but I dislike doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do TWO art pieces when I get home D: and I'll reach home pretty late today. I hate Mr. Razak, the art teacher, he's annoying... &amp;gt;:( One on shading in pencil, the other shading in colour. Ughhh. And I have to touch up on the 3D bear. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; *sighs* Avril Lavigne hasn't been seen for 18 days... she's resting at home. Awww. Running low on Avril news much? Damnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3876508504416659754?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3876508504416659754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3876508504416659754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3876508504416659754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3876508504416659754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/10/bored-bleah.html' title='Bored. Bleah.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-8803804470968119933</id><published>2009-09-30T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:01:19.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl-riot.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Paper Chase by The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;strike&gt;BOOMZ&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;em&gt;(lol, kidding.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Hi. Ok, that was a weak intro. Ok, so saying nothing much happened at school today will be a HUGE understatement. Remember the wonderful fight I had with the not-so-pretty bimbos? They invaded my class and rioted outside when Xing Yi locked us all inside to protect us. Then they tried jumping through our French doors from the balcony and into 1CO's class in an attempt to come through the maintenence room that links the two classes. 1SY got attacked by screaming girls, all because of me! :O I had to call it quits to save my class and so that the teachers don't come to know. Dayum! Ugh, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-8803804470968119933?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8803804470968119933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=8803804470968119933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8803804470968119933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/8803804470968119933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-riot.html' title='Girl-riot.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-6312182303415712239</id><published>2009-09-29T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:51:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right here, right now.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: After The Last Midtown Show by The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Quite Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I love that song. I had arguments with some rich bimbo girls who are FAILING badly at trying to bully me and be racist at the same time. We blocked and reported eachother on Facebook. Now, onto nicer issues. Highlight of my day: MSN with Nick. LOL, he's nice. Better than those fail-at-being-mean girls. :) We had a study break from school today, so I spent my time studying (what a real no-brainer) and surfing the Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall study the Digestion In Humans Powerpoint slides. Ok, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-6312182303415712239?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6312182303415712239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=6312182303415712239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6312182303415712239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/6312182303415712239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-here-right-now.html' title='Right here, right now.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-661863522463446354</id><published>2009-09-27T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:55:38.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#HappyBirthdayAvril</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Avril song marathon!&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Super hyper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Avril Ramona Lavigne &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is her birthday! I can't believe she turned 25 already! :O Today is a very joyous occasion. Let's celebrate. That's all.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt; I love you, Avril!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; By the way, we're all tweeting #HappyBirthdayAvril on Twitter so that it can reach the top of the trending topics, and, duh, it's trending at 3rd or 4th or&amp;nbsp;something now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-661863522463446354?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/661863522463446354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=661863522463446354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/661863522463446354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/661863522463446354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/happybirthdayavril.html' title='#HappyBirthdayAvril'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-1361820191741752467</id><published>2009-09-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:03:50.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;SPECIAL SHOUT-OUT TO MY BROTHER, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ok, back to business. GOSH, I HAD MY GERMAN ORALS ON THURSDAY! It was uber-freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;1. We were kind of running late because Humairah's mom was gonna drop us off at the MOELC and she was late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2. I found out that Dearly Beloved and I were gonna be at the same venue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;3. HE WAS THE ONE WHO WAS MY PARTNER FOR THE ORALS. LIKE, FUUUUCK. I got super-nervous, adding on to my already-neurotic state of mind. Like, thanks a lot, D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;4. I screwed up my reading because I was too&amp;nbsp; fucking nervous. No emotions during reading, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;5. I didn't know what 'Tagesablauf' meant, so I had to ask the teacher. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;GRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And anyways, the Pujas are here. In other words, hanging out at Khalsa Association. Thursday night was pretty OK. Srijoni just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to abandon me yesterday, didn't she? Aaheli and I hung out. AND. Arka is sooo dead for making me wait for an hour. He can geht zu Teufel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;UGGGGHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-1361820191741752467?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1361820191741752467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=1361820191741752467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1361820191741752467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/1361820191741752467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/bleh.html' title='Bleh...'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-2099638580624098425</id><published>2009-09-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:49:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300th post; I don't give a damn about my bad reputation</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Bad Reputation (cover) by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bleah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of nervous about the German oral exams tomorrow. Ok, so, nothing much has happened after my birthday, except&amp;nbsp;Melissa Rachel Kwan, my "sister"&amp;nbsp;and Clara Chong, one of my "brothers" scheming against CODENAME: Reuben, who is such a pain-in-the-ass. Other than that, today was a pretty fun day. 1SY had 2 combined classes with 1CO. Which means I spent more time with Mel Rae and Clara. First, it was Chemistry and I sat next to Clara, who was beside Mel Rae, in Room 99. Then,&amp;nbsp;we had to bring our chairs to CO for combined Lang Arts and I sat next to Mel Rae and Clara sat next to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have NAPFA 2.4km run, but we had the other 5 items today. I improved in 2 of them and became worse in the other 3. We didn't have our 2.4km run today. Phew, what a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-2099638580624098425?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2099638580624098425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=2099638580624098425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2099638580624098425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/2099638580624098425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/300th-post-i-dont-give-damn-about-my.html' title='300th post; I don&apos;t give a damn about my bad reputation'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3309666185608965313</id><published>2009-09-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:15:03.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky thirteen &lt;3 I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night (and it was)!</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&amp;nbsp;This Conversation&amp;nbsp;Is Over&amp;nbsp;by Alesana&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pumped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became 13 in style. Actually, no. I was listening to American Idiot by Green Day (the album) in my last moments of childhood. It was awesome, actually. This is always how I wanted to leave my childhood behind, doing what I want. People immediately flooded my Facebook wall. Sophia and Charisse were staring at my Wall for the last 39 minutes leading up to midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not very different than my normal days, except for the fact I got &lt;strike&gt;unlimited&lt;/strike&gt; access on the computer :D But I got bored after a while. I wore a blue collared shirt, jeans, Chuck Taylors, a white Italian skinny tie and my wonderful black blazer. I also put on scary makeup and my black eyeliner scared people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 SCGirls (Megan Lau, Tan Pei Ling, Alayna, Melissa Rachel Kwan, Joyce and Clara)&amp;nbsp;and Saqlain (the only Primary School friend to not abandon me) came. Other than my BAS friends. In the end, we all ended up prank calling (Saqlain and Siddhant called&amp;nbsp;Dearly Beloved and some of their&amp;nbsp;friends)&amp;nbsp;, getting cake in my hair and on Clara's face (teehee) and having a wild, wild night. I thought it was an epic fail and Pei Ling, Arka and Srijoni were worried that I'd cry or something, but I didn't. I got reassurance that it was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3309666185608965313?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3309666185608965313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3309666185608965313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3309666185608965313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3309666185608965313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucky-thirteen-3-i-gotta-feeling-that.html' title='Lucky thirteen &lt;3 I gotta feeling that tonight&apos;s gonna be a good night (and it was)!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-4752560349823851525</id><published>2009-09-18T09:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:12:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy beyond words!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: My heart beating at jet speed&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Uber-happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. AVRIL LAVIGNE AND DERYCK WHIBLEY ARE SPLITTING, IN AVRIL'S WORDS, 'ON A GOOD NOTE.' I LOVE YOU AVRIL. Maybe Evan will finally have a chance this time. I love you too, Evan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I am so happy I can cry. And anyways, I did cry yesterday. My closest friends always leave me, or I leave them. It's always like that. Anyways,yesterday was pretty OK. It was supposed to be our trainer Claire's drama farewell, but she was at the dentist's, so we ate the cake and pizza and shared feelings. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Wednesday was OK too, I guess. We revised German and all. I punched Hui Xin, Yun Yu AND Zhi Cao in the face. &lt;strike&gt;I'm on a roll!&lt;/strike&gt; Kidding. But Zhi Cao threatened to punch back, so after hitting him, I retreated, screaming!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Everything else is pretty OK, I guess. I got cheered up with that news! 2 days to my birthday AND I NEED A BOWTIE AND A PURPLE COLLARED SHIRT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;According to the Rolling Stones Magazine website, Avril broke up with him and will file divorce papers anytime soon. And since it's Avril's house, Deryck's gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Here's the report:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="max"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2009/09/17/avril-lavigne-deryck-whibley-split-after-three-year-marriage/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Avril Lavigne, Deryck Whibley Split After Three-Year Marriage"&gt;Avril Lavigne, Deryck Whibley Split After Three-Year Marriage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="dateposted"&gt;9/17/09, 2:56 pm EST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brief-post-text"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/3/4/0/6/30166043-30166048-slarge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo: Lacroix/WireImage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a marriage made in Canadian Sk8er Boi heaven, but the three-year union of Avril Lavigne and Sum 41’s Deryck Whibley has reportedly come to an end. &lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/celebritynews/news/avril-and-deryk-2009179" target="blank"&gt;According to &lt;i&gt;Us Weekly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Lavigne “dumped him and told him she was leaving him. She wants to move on,” a source said, adding “Divorce papers will be filed any day now.” Lavigne also reportedly forced Whibley to vacate the couple’s $9.5 million house in California. Lavigne and Whibley began dating in February 2004 and became engaged in July of 2005. A year later, they were married in a ceremony in Montecito, California. &lt;br /&gt;The news comes just as Lavigne wraps up work on her next studio album, expected out sometime in November. In a recent &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2009/08/20/avril-lavigne-strips-down-sound-for-introspective-november-lp/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/i&gt; In the Studio&lt;/a&gt;, Lavigne revealed that she and Whibley recorded the majority of her new album in their home studio “in our sweats.” “Life, that’s what this record is about,” Lavigne told &lt;i&gt;RS&lt;/i&gt;. “It’s so easy for me to do a boy-bashing pop song, but to sit down and write honestly about something that’s really close to me, something I’ve been through, it’s a totally different thing.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;Daniel Kreps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;OH AND THE ALBUM'S DUE NEXT YEAR, NOT IN COVEMBER. SORRY, ROLLIES, YOU GOT THAT WRONG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AND IN CTV TORONTO, UPDATED AN HOUR AGO OR SOMETHING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Avril Lavigne confirms split from Deryck Whibley&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="storyAttributes"&gt; Updated:  Thu Sep. 17 2009 7:22:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript"&gt;    var byString = "";  var sourceString = "The Canadian Press";  if ((sourceString != "") &amp;&amp; (byString != "")) {      document.write(byString + ", ");  } else {    document.write(byString);  }&lt;/script&gt; The Canadian Press&lt;/div&gt;TORONTO — Avril Lavigne says she has split from husband Deryck Whibley after three years of marriage. &lt;br /&gt;Lavigne announced the separation in a blog posting on her MySpace page on Thursday after a published report in Us Weekly broke the news. &lt;br /&gt;"Deryck and I are separating and moving forward on a positive note," wrote Lavigne, 24. "Thank you to all my family, friends and fans for all your support." &lt;br /&gt;Lavigne and Whibley, the frontman for Canadian pop-punk group Sum 41, began dating in 2004 and had been together for two years when they got engaged during a trip to Venice, Italy in 2005. They married on July 15, 2006 in Montecito, Calif., when Lavigne was 21 and Whibley was 25. &lt;br /&gt;In her short blog entry, Lavigne wrote about the time they spent together. &lt;br /&gt;"Deryck and I have been together for six-and-a-half years," she wrote. "We have been friends since I was 17, started dating when I was 19, and married when I was 21. I am grateful for our time together, and I am grateful and blessed for our remaining friendship. " &lt;br /&gt;"I admire Deryck and have a great amount of respect for him. He is the most amazing person I know and I love him with all my heart." &lt;br /&gt;Whibley's representatives did not immediately respond to a request for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-4752560349823851525?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4752560349823851525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=4752560349823851525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4752560349823851525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/4752560349823851525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-happy-beyond-words.html' title='I am happy beyond words!'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5368201264278649329</id><published>2009-09-16T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:27:47.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball FAIL.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: The computer making funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: PARCHED. I need water. Basketball = parching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We had our &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt; test today. I got a C for shooting, an A for dribbling and shooting o.O and I got failed by evil Humairah for Zig-zag dribble 'cause she didn't count and we overtimed Kimberly and she passed. (But nevermind, we were nice to her; she failed her shooting). Nothing much else is going on. We had a funny Physics class and I'm gonna have the last 3rd language lesson today before the exams. Talking about exams, I'm completely geared and ready to MUGMUGMUGGGG for exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;OH, and&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Gossip Girl season 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was out yesterday. I didn't watch it, 'coz I gotta finish season 2 first, and I'm halfway through. Plus, with all the scandals and all, I don't think it's wise for me to watch Gossip Girl on TV. There are 80+ links to Season 3 episode 1 already. Du-uuude.&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;I love Taylor Momsen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt; in Gossip Girl and a grunge/ alternative rocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HELL YEAH. No wonder her style was getting edgier and more punk rockish during season 2. I also like &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/span&gt;. YAY ED &amp;lt;3 And I &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;CAN'T BELIEVE the legendary Bart Bass dies. It seems so impossible :(( But at least Chuck becomes an overnight billionaire&amp;nbsp; xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Btw, Joyce, Melissa Rachel and I intend to start Stella Season 2 in order to beg Dearly Beloved to my party (they beg, I provide ideas for our 'Stella')... teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; I did &lt;b&gt;NOT &lt;/b&gt;just say that. LOL. Anyways, it doesn't matter, I told him already... So stay prepared...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;To DB: Sometimes, every dream one sees is a nightmare. But whatever the dream is, tomorrow is on it's way. Dream a little dream of me, xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5368201264278649329?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5368201264278649329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5368201264278649329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5368201264278649329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5368201264278649329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/basketball-fail.html' title='Basketball FAIL.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-3866741056874122561</id><published>2009-09-15T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:01:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEYS.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Srijoni ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BART BASS &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DIES&lt;/span&gt; :O GOSSIP GIRL = &lt;strike&gt;THE LOVE/ MYSTERY/ &lt;/strike&gt;AWESOMNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is my new blog.&amp;nbsp; OK, it's the old one with a new url. Ugh. Anyways, I have nothing much to talk about. Except the upcoming exams looming overhead like an ugly grey cloud. OK, calm down. My birthday party's under way and only the elite are invited. If you're not, boo hoo. Kidding, it's probably 'cause my parents wouldn't allow too many people. Otherwise, I would have invited my whole contact list over :)&amp;nbsp; 250+ and that's HUGE, compare to the 100+ I already have coming. Yeah, it's gonna be big, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go change this bloody blogskin. It's so ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-3866741056874122561?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3866741056874122561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=3866741056874122561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3866741056874122561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/3866741056874122561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/listening-to-srijoni-ranting.html' title='HEYS.'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-7256617445264100884</id><published>2009-09-03T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:56:59.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The nights go on and on;</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Nothing much. Just playing Ultraviolet by McFly in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Quite calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOUT-OUT: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HENDRIK BOERNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days were pretty OK. On Mondays, we had our Teachers' Day celebrations. I had to borrow a lot of money and take a taxi to Primary School. The boys are still boys. Kim Yao still makes fun of me and screams, begging for mercy, if I glare at him. Vincent Lo's voice broke and he sounds like a guy now. Ines has grown taller. Darren Lim's hair is fluffier (dude with the sexy hair!). Stuff has changed, including Yue Yi's hair looking completely bimbo. The two of us stayed away from the rest of the class and Ms Chan, 'coz we hate her, for a while. Then Priya, Wei Ling, Pearly, Evonne and I went Slurpee-ing at Seven-Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent doing homework. Broke my own record of 8 hours straight on the computer. Curent record stands at 10.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was OK, I guess. We drama sec one girls were called for rehearsal during recess and allowed to have recess until later. 90% of us didn't do/ bring our Lang Arts work for the mass lecture. We pretended we didn't know (OK, half of us really didn't know that we were discussing the answers to that) and went and sat at the back of the Lecture Theatre. ALL of us stood up when everyone was told to stand up if they did not bring their work. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-7256617445264100884?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7256617445264100884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=7256617445264100884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7256617445264100884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/7256617445264100884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/2009/09/nights-go-on-and-on.html' title='The nights go on and on;'/><author><name>GO CHUCK YOURSELF!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18416606258587666900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZJzijN_CMs/SXRe8O-mlWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W_StP1sjLQ0/S220/Fangs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622286666144004199.post-5943495722653394096</id><published>2009-08-27T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:26:22.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me back to the start.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: The Scientist by Coldplay (Avril Lavigne's cover)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dumb-ass World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a tiring, but fun day. After school, especially. German class. I came into class, saying, 'I'm back!' 'coz I was away for so long and I vowed to kill Zhi Cao. I re-named him Toaster. He doesn't like the name, but I don't give a fuck. I punched him multiple times, especially because he called me a nerd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM MOST CERTAINLY NOT A NERD. I'M JUST AN EVIL GENIUS. &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I SMS-ed Dearly Beloved (in vain, I presumed) and told him about Toaster's protectiveness over him and his reaction was 'lol i shall ask him tmr at sch'. I shall invite him to my birthday party so Xin Yuan can bitchslap/ catfight him. YAY, GO POKEY(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Ikea with my father to buy wood for the catapult (which is due tomorrow)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ace ♠ Damn That MotherChucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dearly Beloved, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented&lt;br /&gt;Or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word and&lt;br /&gt;That's my best excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7622286666144004199-5943495722653394096?l=themotherchucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themotherchucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5943495722653394096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7622286666144004199&amp;postID=5943495722653394096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5943495722653394096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7622286666144004199/posts/default/5943495722653394096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themotherchucker.bl
