<?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-5673841661427528031</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:47:58.153+08:00</updated><category term='Dignity and Respect along with a mask on my face.'/><category term='Desperation'/><category term='horrible laughter KILLS'/><category term='People who laugh all the time are the ones often grieving and people who seem to be happy are one who are truly sad'/><category term='Was it because of me?'/><category term='Foolish Humans'/><title type='text'>Behind my shadow, there's always something else</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2090242193527461074</id><published>2009-08-27T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:33:16.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was it because of me?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt like I forgot all about this space of mine.. Now all I can think of is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2090242193527461074?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2090242193527461074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2090242193527461074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2090242193527461074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2090242193527461074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-felt-like-i-forgot-all-about_27.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-872734893021444227</id><published>2009-08-27T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:30:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt like I forgot all about this space of mine.. Now all I can think of is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-872734893021444227?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/872734893021444227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=872734893021444227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/872734893021444227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/872734893021444227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/08/suddenly-felt-like-i-forgot-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-298537385908184154</id><published>2009-04-22T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:03:25.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People think I'm never serious, and they think I'm joking when I'm serious. Can I tell you right here right now that I'm serious, even if I don't look like it. Maybe I'm overly sensitive, but you're all too insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but telling me not to ''emo'' doesn't help. I'm not emo-ing if that's what everyone calls it. What I really need is _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for having an "emo" post, huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-298537385908184154?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/298537385908184154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=298537385908184154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/298537385908184154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/298537385908184154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3949853908627993482</id><published>2009-04-06T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:27:26.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now here's a post for you, Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just never had the courage to ask you why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3949853908627993482?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3949853908627993482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3949853908627993482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3949853908627993482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3949853908627993482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-heres-post-for-you-joanne.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3599226116049229592</id><published>2009-03-27T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:09:15.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm disappointed, in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7814718333464853394</id><published>2009-03-21T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:34:46.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Level 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;() Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;() Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;() Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;() Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;() Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;() Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;() Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;() Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;() Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;() Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook&lt;br /&gt;() Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;() Love / loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;() Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;() Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;() Gone mudding&lt;br /&gt;() Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Sledging&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;() Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;() Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;() Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;() Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;() Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;() Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;() Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;() Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;() Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;() Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;() Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;() Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;() Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;() Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;() Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;() Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;() Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;() Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;() Have Travelled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;() Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;() Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"&lt;br /&gt;() Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;() Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;() Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;() Done / ATTEMPTED A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;() Talked On The Phone For More Than 4 Hours&lt;br /&gt;() Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;() Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;() Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;() Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;() Visited Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;() Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;() Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;() Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one&lt;br /&gt;() Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;() Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;() French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;() Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;() Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;() Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28:&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;() Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;() Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;() Had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;() Flattened someones tires&lt;br /&gt;() Rode your bike/Driven your car until the fuel light came on&lt;br /&gt;() Got five pounds or less worth of fuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY I'M NOT THAT DUMB COMPARED TO LAURA. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7814718333464853394?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7814718333464853394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7814718333464853394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7814718333464853394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7814718333464853394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/03/level-1-smoked-cigarette-smoked-cigar-x.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5758638218945206909</id><published>2009-03-21T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:25:35.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See I updated. Here are five facts for you.&lt;br /&gt;Fact 1: I am using my great cousin's computer.&lt;br /&gt;Fact 2: Everytime I need a letter a, I have to press Ctrl+v instead (just imagine)&lt;br /&gt;Fact 3: I was eating a fishball.&lt;br /&gt;Fact 4: I decided not to type with a.&lt;br /&gt;Fct 5: I just finished  piece of seweed chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m off to do my holidy homework tht isn't completed. (: Wht  good kid I m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5758638218945206909?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5758638218945206909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5758638218945206909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5758638218945206909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5758638218945206909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-6536710245287385081</id><published>2009-02-24T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:45:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOH TODAY VERY FUN HAHAHAHA. Laughing throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all!&lt;br /&gt;Live Target Training! Hor hor Renia! Shh secret!&lt;br /&gt;And then Robert Lee BURST OUT LAUGHING! Because I said," Geoffery I dump you! " His math lousier than me leh!&lt;br /&gt;THEN AH! At subway we put chilli sauce into the grape drink and Cheryl drank it and kinda bei la dao. HAHAHAHA COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING THERE.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the train Cheryl fell for my tapping trick HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;Then this girl sat on the ahemstainedahem seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok no more HAHAHAHAHA Cheryl you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;My dad is like watching okto now! Look like some superdog or something roflmao.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-6536710245287385081?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/6536710245287385081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=6536710245287385081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6536710245287385081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6536710245287385081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooh-today-very-fun-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8227682014708677515</id><published>2009-02-21T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:46:03.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andrea Lee thinks water babies can grow so big you can use it as a gym ball. Then before it gets so big you can use it as a volleyball, soccer ball, pingpong ball, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL:" What are these? "&lt;br /&gt;We:" Water babies "&lt;br /&gt;AL:" Oh. So it will frow big? "&lt;br /&gt;We:" Yes "&lt;br /&gt;AL:" Then it will grow so big you can use it as a gym ball "&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I wonder if that was meant as a joke or is she just dumb. If it grows to the size of a gym ball, why do they sell them to you in packets of I dunno how many. When they grow that big, is your house going to explode with these jelly-likr thingies. From the outside you'll see colourful gooey stuff leaking out. How yucky can it get la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to Jiliaoshi three days never come.. Although it's fun it's kinda worrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to crush you, until you beg for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8227682014708677515?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8227682014708677515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8227682014708677515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8227682014708677515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8227682014708677515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/02/andrea-lee-thinks-water-babies-can-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8192226613905025113</id><published>2009-02-17T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:49:46.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lots of fun without those tests. So hectic. Blossom doesn't like me to sit beside her! And I don't even make as much noise as I do when I sit with Cheryl. Cheryl and her stupid jokes. And QIANHUI. Why do you sream when I smile at you. I'm not that mean okay! I'm such a nice little girl~ HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need to know when to leave me alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe it was just me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8192226613905025113?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8192226613905025113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8192226613905025113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8192226613905025113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8192226613905025113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-of-fun-without-those-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5401411759479311427</id><published>2009-02-16T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:12:54.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll love you till the very last breath of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems,&lt;br /&gt;death will not stop me from loving you.&lt;br /&gt;If my life ends,&lt;br /&gt;all I want you to know is, my love for you doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geoffery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL RUIHANG HAPPY NOT LOL.&lt;br /&gt;OPEN ENOUGH!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5401411759479311427?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5401411759479311427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5401411759479311427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5401411759479311427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5401411759479311427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-love-you-till-very-last-breath-of.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3600664352132216797</id><published>2009-02-11T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:22:16.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get well soon Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back James and hello to Shiliang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what was the chinese talk about. Tomorrow got geog test. D: Cca was kinda fun lol. Muhamed is actually spelt as Muhammad! O: He said the biometric thing was spoilt. And he went off. And took around 20 mins to get back -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiliang is Larry's cousin. What a coincidence! I can actually concentrate better sitting alone! But that's cos I hace nobody to talk to. Cheryl sit with Blossom more often! PingCheong got to sit with Celestine during English. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still don't understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3600664352132216797?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3600664352132216797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3600664352132216797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3600664352132216797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3600664352132216797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-well-soon-jessica-welcome-back.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1349829901917710797</id><published>2009-02-08T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:57:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are "alt"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/alt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some people might find you to be strange, mysterious, and even a bit off putting.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be drawn to and influenced by alternative lifestyles. You're definitely not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once people get to know you, they realize you're interesting, intriguing, and very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of knowledge stored in that big brain of yours. Most of it is useless knowledge, but some of it is very useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Keyboard Key Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Copper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmetalareyouquiz/copper.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are provocative and challenging. You help people realize who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a very balanced life. You always take time for love and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both a powerful and generous person. You always have time to give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find you to be incredibly ethical and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmetalareyouquiz/"&gt;What Metal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And copper is such a cheap material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Energy Level is Low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourenergylevelquiz/low.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have enough energy to survive, you probably wish you had more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel tired throughout the day, and you wish you had the physical resources to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may just be a person with naturally low energy. Pushing yourself just makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to eat well, avoid stress, and get plenty of rest. Taking care of yourself will make the most of the energy you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourenergylevelquiz/"&gt;What's Your Energy Level?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mac and Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcomfortfoodareyouquiz/macandcheese.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are stressed out, you seek safety above everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is more nourishing than a big warm plate of carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking risks takes a toll on you, and you prefer your comfort food to be old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who could eat the same meal every night, especially when life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcomfortfoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Comfort Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Apple Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/apple-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer things the way you've always known them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll admit that you're old fashioned, and you don't see anything wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tastes and preferences are classic. And classic never goes out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you crave security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can rely on you to be true to yourself - and true to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're loyal, trustworthy, and comfortable in your own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of these qualities, you've definitely earned a lot of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genius doesn't know what's sane.&lt;br /&gt;Hor, Laura.&lt;br /&gt;What a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1349829901917710797?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1349829901917710797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1349829901917710797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1349829901917710797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1349829901917710797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-alt-some-people-might-find-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-145779085246607955</id><published>2009-02-05T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:44:02.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kakorrhaphiophobia, how do you even read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-145779085246607955?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/145779085246607955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=145779085246607955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/145779085246607955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/145779085246607955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/02/kakorrhaphiophobia-how-do-you-even-read.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3237602955147184647</id><published>2009-01-26T12:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:11:52.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1: Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My phoneeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;. Cool right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO. I'm afraid of needles. HAHAHA Ok I'm not. Yea why not it's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha yes! Why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three. Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: What does your last text message says?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA ok. It's from Laura. It says "&lt;strong&gt; wl you so mean. you super ugly geoffery backside!&lt;/strong&gt; " XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how you would react when you read question 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;No leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;12plus plus plus plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Where did you buy the t-shirt you're wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, I think it has just been there ever since I can fit into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;(: One. Don't think wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;Laura. She loves me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10PEOPLE TAGGED TO DO THIS QUIZ:&lt;br /&gt;01 Mom&lt;br /&gt;02 Dad&lt;br /&gt;03 Granny&lt;br /&gt;04 Duck&lt;br /&gt;05 Qiggie&lt;br /&gt;06 Joanne&lt;br /&gt;07 Eelin&lt;br /&gt;08 Laura&lt;br /&gt;09 Jessica&lt;br /&gt;10 Qianhui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: Who is 2 having a relationship with? Dad&lt;br /&gt;My mom? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: Is 3 a male or a female? Granny&lt;br /&gt;Yea my granny's a male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: If 7 and 10 get together, will that be a good thing? Eelin Qianhui&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were together. But I heard Qianhui's with Marcus Corey and ZeHao. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: What is number 1 studying about? Mom&lt;br /&gt;............................................................. Do you know the answer to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: Is number 4 single? Duck&lt;br /&gt;Duck has a boyfriend. (: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is going to keel meeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Say something about number 2.&lt;br /&gt;He's my dad. He's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: What do you think about number 3 and number 6 being together? Granny and Joanne&lt;br /&gt;They would look absolutely fabulous together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: Describe number 9. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;BIG NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: What will you do if number 6 and 7 fights? Joanne Eelin&lt;br /&gt;Screamy screamy scratchy scratchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25: Do you like number 8? Laura&lt;br /&gt;Yea, because she's so noob. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angpow monehhhhhh! Eelin's relatives are just unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read a post. And it goes like *blah blah blah* Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of post is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3237602955147184647?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3237602955147184647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3237602955147184647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3237602955147184647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3237602955147184647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-besides-your-lips-where-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-4398450763277262668</id><published>2009-01-26T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:37:06.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did the quiz on Eelin's blog and look at the ridiculous results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS. CRAZY RESULTS. Eelin this quiz is sooooo off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just have the grossest brother ever. Where do you find a brother who picks his nose and rolls of the thingies inside into a ball and tries to throw it at you. Where do you find a brother who trims his nails better than any girls do and even keeps them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just sneezed. Luckily he covered his nose because he was right above me and his hands were full of mucus. Imagine that on your head huh. I am sooo relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-4398450763277262668?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/4398450763277262668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=4398450763277262668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4398450763277262668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4398450763277262668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-quiz-on-eelins-blog-and-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-148288173860618852</id><published>2009-01-21T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:24:32.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To everybody who received an sms like :) I love you., that wasn't meeeeee! I would never send you an sms like that -.- Trust me. Joanne is dumb. Early in the morning say blahtan.&lt;br /&gt;"Joanne has a voracious appetite."&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't witness the death of the fly that was on Mohamed's buttttttttt. If he were to fart the fly would drop. I think the fly was flying flying and it spotted a large platform and thought it should be sturdy so it decided to land there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and Duck don't believe me! D: You evil people.&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-148288173860618852?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/148288173860618852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=148288173860618852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/148288173860618852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/148288173860618852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-everybody-who-received-sms-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-124040754270970340</id><published>2009-01-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:13:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Car rides make people sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this 4 year old indian girl in the mrt! Super cute. Grab my arm like it's a pole and started dancing around .-.&lt;br /&gt;Joey the pole became Joey de poley&lt;br /&gt;Forggie the pole became Froggie de poley&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn the pole became &lt;strong&gt;Bacon de poley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-124040754270970340?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/124040754270970340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=124040754270970340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/124040754270970340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/124040754270970340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/01/car-rides-make-people-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1722973844875140175</id><published>2009-01-13T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:08:23.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W910i x 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh you whole day sms won't exceed one huh"&lt;br /&gt;"You can try exceeding unlimited sms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually teaching Joanne Amath.&lt;br /&gt;I think she has no idea how lousy my math is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Curiosity kills Laura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might dislike Mrs Yap, but now I miss her. Thank Mr Lee. She can say things that sound nice and encouraging too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I am such a nice treasurer. Mr Ang suggested I collect money reps buy then take money from me but I decided to do everything myself. And make myself even busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post one more thing but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was waiting for you, since &lt;u&gt;a minute&lt;/u&gt; ago, and you never appeared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1722973844875140175?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1722973844875140175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1722973844875140175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1722973844875140175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1722973844875140175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/01/w910i-x-3-eh-you-whole-day-sms-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-476749688022581492</id><published>2009-01-07T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:32:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been hectic ever since school started.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to post ._.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that the teachers are generally fine.&lt;br /&gt;But Andrea Lee rocks my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-476749688022581492?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/476749688022581492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=476749688022581492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/476749688022581492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/476749688022581492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-has-been-hectic-ever-since-school.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-694293392345777543</id><published>2009-01-01T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:17:06.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise not to touch the com anymore except for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not doubt my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're definitely fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my whole family same one.&lt;br /&gt;Like to prank people.&lt;br /&gt;I used to rush to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Granny: '' Wa rush go where. "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Toilet! "&lt;br /&gt;Granny: " NO CANNOT GO TOILET. "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " What!? " *stops to stare*&lt;br /&gt;Granny: " ... "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " ... "&lt;br /&gt;Granny: " HAHAHAHA! "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " ARGH " *dashes off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;-edited-&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till ahlong sees me in class.&lt;br /&gt;She got her wish after all.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the sitting arrangements in class.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait..... For everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Laura.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-694293392345777543?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/694293392345777543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=694293392345777543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/694293392345777543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/694293392345777543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-promise-not-to-touch-com-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7779441200699510208</id><published>2008-12-30T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:34:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you imagine me in braces.&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;-&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;-&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;My mum wants me to get braces for having such nice teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7779441200699510208?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7779441200699510208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7779441200699510208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7779441200699510208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7779441200699510208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-imagine-me-in-braces.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-4256201127329931272</id><published>2008-12-29T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:04:12.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I am never going to creep up on anyone and say 爱死你了 just to test their reaction.&lt;br /&gt;I am never refusing a $10 raise in pocket and settling for a $5 raise anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a certain thing.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to make Moneysoft go bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;I... have nothing more to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;-edited-&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my shorts flew away, flew away in the wind. Damn the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-4256201127329931272?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/4256201127329931272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=4256201127329931272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4256201127329931272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4256201127329931272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-swear-i-am-never-going-to-creep-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-4853716352443528120</id><published>2008-12-25T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:57:21.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED ALERT: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to write to Santa. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if he exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're reading this. I don't mind receiving my present tonight. I think you were supposed to send it yesterday night, but I guess you forgot. You're forgiven. One last chance. I have been super nice this year. Yea I have been super nice, nicer than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an all-in-one present. Maybe you can give me some kind of bring-whatever-you-want-to-you device. Hi-tech device. Wow. Thanks. That would be just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some chilli cookies and I wonder if you like fishballs. You can bring them home to your wife. There's a plastic bag, you can use that. There's ketchup and chilli sauce in the fridge too. Help yourself. You can have a piece of chocolate if you want. But just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-4853716352443528120?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/4853716352443528120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=4853716352443528120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4853716352443528120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4853716352443528120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-alert-this-is-emergency.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7513003916188965484</id><published>2008-12-25T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:14:09.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[x] Public speaking &lt;strong&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; an open person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Staying single forever ( nth to be afraid abt, coz i wont stay single forever! its impossible xD )&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Rejection&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Being a parent&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Giving birth&lt;br /&gt;[x] Being myself in front of others&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Open spaces&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Heights&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Dogs &lt;strong&gt;Dogs hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[  ] Fish&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Spiders&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Scary guy&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Being touched&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Fire&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Deep water&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Snakes&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Silk&lt;br /&gt;[  ] The ocean ( I think its B-E-A-U-tiful )&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Failure&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Success&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thunder/lightning&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Frogs/toads&lt;br /&gt;[  ] My boyfriends/girlfriends dad&lt;br /&gt;[  ] My boyfriends/girlfriends mom&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Rats&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Jumping from high places&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Snow&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Rain&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Wind&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Crossing hanging bridges&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Death&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Heaven&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Being robbed&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Falling&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Clowns&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Dolls&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Large crowds of people&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Men&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Women&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Having great responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Doctors, including dentists&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Incurable diseases&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Sharks&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Ghosts &lt;strong&gt;If I ever met one, a scary one, maybe I'll be afraid haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Poverty&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[  ] School&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Trains&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Odd numbers&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Even numbers&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Being alone&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Becoming blind&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Becoming deaf&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Growing up&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Creepy noises in the night &lt;strong&gt;I hear funny noises day and night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Bee stings&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Not accomplishing my dreams/goals&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Needles&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Blood&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Dinosaurs &lt;strong&gt;They're magnificent creatures!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] The welcome mat&lt;br /&gt;[  ] High speed&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Throwing up&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Falling in love&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Super secret&lt;br /&gt;If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.&lt;br /&gt;If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 10-20, you are normal.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 10 or less, you're fearless.&lt;br /&gt;People who don’t have any are liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this thing stupid or what, only 3. Even Eelin is fearless, goodness. This quiz is dumb dumb dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7513003916188965484?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7513003916188965484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7513003916188965484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7513003916188965484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7513003916188965484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-public-speaking-im-not-open-person.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2625546150452109003</id><published>2008-12-24T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:04:35.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ ] I Talk A LOT when I get really nervous.&lt;strong&gt; I cough a lot when I'm nervous lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can't sleep in a room if the door is open&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I can't sleep in a room if the door is closed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to political music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world. ( A ton of them, so this one no x! )&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I dont kill bugs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped and fell in public.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have worn pajamas to class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I want a better job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Talked on a phone for 6+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like multiple people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have tried alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink alcohol on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have tried a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have smoked a pack in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loved Lord of the Flies. &lt;strong&gt;Does he eat flies or something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a lot of scars.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am not comfortable with being me.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play computer games when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten lost in the city.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thought of suicide before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone out in public in my pajamas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of my nose &lt;strong&gt;Food yes, beverage no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator. Even till now (:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made out in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour One gallon is how much, one litre or more yes lol&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Crashed into a car &lt;strong&gt;I stupidly walked into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] Been to germany.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been fired.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stole something from your job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a crush on a teacher/coach&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Europe. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] Slept with a co-worker, and/or employee.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been married&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw someone/something dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a list of people you want to kill. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ridden in a car over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thrown up in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cried in public.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked purposely into traffic with your eyes closed. &lt;strong&gt;Yes it was totally fun! Like wondering if any car will hit you or horn at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[ ] Liked someone even though you knew you shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought of someone a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hate the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept till 11:17am woke and searched for my handphone to look at the time and found it like on the pillow next to my pillow. I remember I left it on the drawer! But it appeared anyway. Then bathe, laze around, ebuddy. Then my mum suddenly called. Rush go change, rush to get my stuff, rush out of the house. And went to compass point. For lunch we had pizza hut. And walked around a bit. And here I am at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica are you glad I updated. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2625546150452109003?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2625546150452109003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2625546150452109003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2625546150452109003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2625546150452109003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-talk-lot-when-i-get-really-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7112253303737832023</id><published>2008-12-17T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:16:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE SUPER BAD NEWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SALESGIRL AT BHG GUESSED MY AGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE FREAKING SAID 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I that old omgoodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping today with mum and sis. And we spent like $300+ O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this black with grey stripes shirt. And this black grey jeans. And black sneakers. All blackkkkk. Shopped from like 4 till going to 9 at TM. TM look look then go century square. Century square look look then go TM. Kept walking back and forth. Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes are like cheap. It was $69.90 I think then after 30% it's like $48 something. The shirt was $49.90. My mum saw it sometime ago and we bought it today. She sure knows what I like HAHAHA. My sis is like choose whole day choose a pair of sneakers and two pieces -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is kinda fun but so tiring. Hehe. I shall be off! To... Do something else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JESSICA ARE YOU GLAD I UPDATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7112253303737832023?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7112253303737832023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7112253303737832023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7112253303737832023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7112253303737832023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-super-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5074530955484442209</id><published>2008-12-16T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:04:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took from Joanne's blog! HAHAHAHA nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 2112hr&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: I don't really know my shoe size. I wear whatever fits.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 152 and counting.&lt;br /&gt;Where u live: SengKang&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drinks: Does water count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;I was so young I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallen asleep in school?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and got a poke in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Broke someone heart?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA YES I DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fell off your chair?&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall off things. I fall on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sit by the phone all night waiting for someone's call?&lt;br /&gt;There wouldn't be anything that would be this important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saved e-mails?&lt;br /&gt;When I don't bother to delete them they stay rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your room like?&lt;br /&gt;OH! You have to kick an item out of your way for every step you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Does drinking honey from a straw count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever had chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;Nursery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sore throat?&lt;br /&gt;The last one was quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Broken nose?&lt;br /&gt;Broke my brother's head, broke my pencil, broke my handphone, broke my ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do u believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;You can't see love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do u like picnics?&lt;br /&gt;(: I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You danced with?&lt;br /&gt;Pinky and Brows danced for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Pinky and Brows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You last yelled at??!&lt;br /&gt;My handphone for running out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Talk to someone u like?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Kiss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Fall sick?&lt;br /&gt;Today is my lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Talk to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Miss two people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Eat?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it said drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Best feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean "Today did you best feeling in the world" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you sleep with stuff animals?&lt;br /&gt;Pinky and Brows and a few others who do not have names because they're not my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;(: The empty space with aeroplanes. Below that would be dust, then the floor. Then my neighbour downstairs? Need more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who do you really hate?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Burger time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is there someone in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;One crazy one senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you one children?&lt;br /&gt;Yea right I have ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do u like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;It changes. I wonder why, but why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are your toe nails painted?&lt;br /&gt;You know this isn't Joey Ong if the answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Whose bed rather then yours will you sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;It depends on whether I have the energy to move to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Grey white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What were you doing at 7pm yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Either watching tv or fiddling with the PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You can't wait till?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you friendly?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love to rip teddy bears apart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.39. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. A lot of turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;br /&gt;You answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to u?&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you sleep with the tv on?&lt;br /&gt;Yes when I was young I would lie on the bed watch tv and drink my milk from the bottle and fall asleep then the milk will drip on the bed then my mum comes in and I don't remember what she'll do. I would lie on the sofa and watch tv with my pillow and fall asleep even today HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;Classroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;Not too forgiving. But forgiving enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you closer to your mum or dad?&lt;br /&gt;Mud/Mad/Dud/Dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Who was the last person u cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you eat healthily?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have a picture of you and your ex?&lt;br /&gt;You get me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever cried over something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. If your having a bad day where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;Toilet -.- Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Quiet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;No ideaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. 5 things you were doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4 I would nibble on the milk bottle that rubber thing, hugging my blankie wherever I go, fall asleep on the tv, and... Oh, go to nursery class -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. 5 things on your today to do list.&lt;br /&gt;Finish this quiz, then the next quiz, change the song I'm listening to, post the two quizes, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. 5 things you would do if i was a billionaire.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Give 10 dollars to everyone I see on the streets. 4 million people, 10 dollars each. It only costs me a mere 40 million dollars. Then I would wait to the economy to recover and keep the money. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. 5 of your bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1 one my bad habits, 2 of my bad habits, 3 of my bad habits, 4 of my bad habits and 5 of my bad habits. That's all five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. 5 places you've lived in&lt;br /&gt;Blk I dunno what block Simei dunno where unit number dunno what. I cannot remember! But I remember my mum would be chatting away with some other aunties and I would sit in the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. 5 jobs you've had&lt;br /&gt;Never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH FINALLY FINISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (person who tagged you),&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11) .&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;(Your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May - First of May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The News - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left earM/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drinks - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Joanne,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, &lt;strong&gt;but you're a pervert&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;strong&gt;first of may under a state of trance &lt;/strong&gt;and I saw you &lt;strong&gt;sit on the crazy monk&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;strong&gt;ashamed&lt;/strong&gt; enough to understand &lt;strong&gt;that we're cousins&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm returning &lt;strong&gt;the pictures from LA&lt;/strong&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;strong&gt;the results of your blood-sample&lt;/strong&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;strong&gt;never liked our friendship&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Joey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5074530955484442209?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5074530955484442209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5074530955484442209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5074530955484442209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5074530955484442209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/took-from-joannes-blog-hahahaha-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-6422523737010682744</id><published>2008-12-15T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:16:08.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Joey Means: J is for Joyful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;J is for Joyful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Earnest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That contradicts. And I'm merely 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebec&lt;br /&gt;Iran&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;Hungary&lt;br /&gt;Ukraine&lt;br /&gt;Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui you lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui says:&lt;br /&gt;J for Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui says:&lt;br /&gt;O for Ostralia&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should apologise says:&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should apologise says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui says:&lt;br /&gt;E for England&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should apologise says:&lt;br /&gt;No country starts with O leh I think.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should apologise says:&lt;br /&gt;Y leh.&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui says:&lt;br /&gt;Y for Yamerica&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui lousy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la those people call me update. Hmm today I stay at home do homework. Then at night play com. Nothing muchhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I should apologise for not telling you the reason why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-6422523737010682744?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/6422523737010682744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=6422523737010682744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6422523737010682744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6422523737010682744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-joey-means-j-is-for-joyful-j-is.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1237417579529543235</id><published>2008-12-12T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:08:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gemstone Says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thegemstonetest/8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stable, strong, and full of life. You are an inspiring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People turn to you first for leadership and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to gently help people get to where they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you aren't afraid to lead when necessary, you are never heartless or bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thegemstonetest/"&gt;The Gemstone Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Snow Test Says You're Agreeable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesnowtest/snow.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like something good will happen to you in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to work, especially when work is physical. You do well in any job, as long as you're not stuck in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a cooperative, agreeable person. You enjoy the company of others, and you enjoy compromising for the good of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest worry in your life is your health. You tend to be a bit of a hypochondriac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes time to relax, you always go the extra mile. You take relaxing as seriously as anything else in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesnowtest/"&gt;The Snow Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypochondriac. Relating to or affected with hypochondria. Wa thanks. Dictionaries don't work. A person who constantly believes he or she is ill or about to become ill. I don't do that. Ahh! I think I'm catching a cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Cardigan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofsweaterareyouquiz/cardigan.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are traditional, old-fashioned, and even a little conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else, you are a creature of habit. You haven't changed much over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shy away from flashy ideas, people, fashion, and foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have simple tastes. You go for established quality and longevity every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsweaterareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sweater Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WITH THAT PICTURE, IT CLAIMS CONSERVATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be a Doctor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-7.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are practical, sharp, and very intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and energetic, you are a problem solver who doesn't get discouraged easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also quite compassionate and caring. You make people feel hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're highly adaptable and capable. You do well with almost any curve ball life throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are always learning new subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Use your knowledge to solve problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good therapist or detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Skin Deep Sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/skin-deep-sweetheart.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be supermodel gorgeous or a plain Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't matter, because you're confident and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't go out looking like a slob, but you are low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have better things to worry about than whether your nails are the right shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Vain Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about nails being the right shade. They're fine the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Occasionally a Narcissist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/narcissist-2.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you have healthy self esteem, you're really not that full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most people, you're quite humble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though occasionally, you can't help and reflect on how great you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with being proud of yourself - as long as you don't let it go to your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanarcissistquiz/"&gt;Are You a Narcissist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm humbleeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a half proper post with request from Jessica. I stayed at home the whole day then went out for dinner and here I am at home. (: Good enough for you, Jessica?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1237417579529543235?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1237417579529543235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1237417579529543235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1237417579529543235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1237417579529543235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-gemstone-says.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7930109414206631159</id><published>2008-12-07T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:10:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Listen to me shout. " *loud fart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Winter Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouawinterpersonorasummerpersonquiz/winter.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are calm, serious, and focused.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who appreciates the quiet and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is the perfect time for you to get cozy and work on a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is a bit too hectic for you. You like the dead of winter... preferably with a roaring fire inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouawinterpersonorasummerpersonquiz/"&gt;Are You a Winter Person or a Summer Person?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 48% Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howgoodareyouquiz/good-3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly good person. You strive to live a moral life whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually kind, generous, and loyal. However, you do have a dark side that even you may not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to ethical decisions, you tend to take the path of least resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may end up lying, cheating, or engaging in other bad behavior... because it's just easier to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also probably: Conflicted and confused about the current course of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you are on track to being: A slightly crooked politician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a better person: Break one bad habit - whether it's telling white lies or spending too much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgoodareyouquiz/"&gt;How Good Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Colon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/colon.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very orderly and fact driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't concerned much with theories or dreams... only what's true or untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brilliant and incredibly learned. Anything you know is well researched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to make lists and sort through things step by step. You aren't subject to whim or emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as a constant source of knowledge and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But they are a little sick of you being right all of the time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excel in: Leadership positions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along best with: The Semi-Colon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Punctuation Mark Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Scored an A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theitsitstheretheirtheyrequiz/a.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 questions correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theitsitstheretheirtheyrequiz/"&gt;The It's Its There Their They're Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Spelling is Perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourspellingquiz/spelling.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spelling is excellent. You also have a great memory and eye for detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourspellingquiz/"&gt;How's Your Spelling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Disturbingly Profound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/profound.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudisturbinglyprofoundquiz/"&gt;Are You Disturbingly Profound or Profoundly Disturbing?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Thinking is Abstract and Sequential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofthinkerareyouquiz/abstractsequential.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to do research and collect lots of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more facts you have, the easier it is for you to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to figure things out for yourself and consider all possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to become an expert in the subjects that you study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for you to work with people who know less than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't a very patient teacher, and you don't like convincing people that you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofthinkerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Thinker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aloof, mysterious, and distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People feel like they really don't know the true you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they're still drawn to you, almost by magnetic force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you don't even really feel like you know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to put on a front than really think about your life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to seem pretentious, but it's just a mechanism you use to push people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7930109414206631159?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7930109414206631159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7930109414206631159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7930109414206631159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7930109414206631159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/listen-to-me-shout.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-6356095398856795053</id><published>2008-12-06T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:35:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNNY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least got wish before the day is over leh. Exactly one more year before ORD right. (: Jiayou and wait one more year rofl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-6356095398856795053?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/6356095398856795053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=6356095398856795053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6356095398856795053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6356095398856795053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-sunny-at-least-got-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8668942764502462872</id><published>2008-12-04T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:02:38.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is AB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/ab.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your personality is hard to define - you're very unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;And even if your personality could be defined, it would be completely different next week!&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing and shy, sensitive and thoughtless, you tend to have a very split personality.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you unpredictable. You can be a total angel - and a total devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type AB's: Jackie Chan and Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Some Yellow in Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/yellow.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yellow will make you feel happy, perky, and hyper.&lt;br /&gt;And with a little yellow, you will project an aura of energy.&lt;br /&gt;If you want attention, you've got to get a little yellow in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine yellow with blue or orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of yellow: People associate it with sickness and deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more yellow in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have more mental clarity, especially when faced with difficult problems&lt;br /&gt;You will be protected from depression and moodiness&lt;br /&gt;You will be a lot less likely to burn out or feel stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/sunday.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like this day of the week, you are ruled by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else, you are extremely bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but be a little self-centered and overbearing.&lt;br /&gt;After all, the world does seem to revolve around you at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is the day of rest, and you love to take time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;And for you, nothing is more relaxing than having people wait on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/"&gt;What Day of the Week Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Spiritual Number is Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourspiritualnumberquiz/seven.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You bring knowledge and wisdom into people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;You are an expert in many fields, and you give excellent advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, your life is about perfecting your skill set.&lt;br /&gt;You are almost a virtuoso at the thing you love best. With some practice, you'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly intelligent and intellectual. You have profound analytical skills.&lt;br /&gt;But you also have the soul of an artist. You long to create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourspiritualnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Spiritual Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is 47% Addictive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveanaddictivepersonalityquiz/addictive-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may have an addictive personality, but you have it mostly under check.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't start any new bad habits, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveanaddictivepersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have an Addictive Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I neither drink nor smoke! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Loyal Sidekick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/loyal-sidekick.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't the most visible one in your group, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;You're always up for a good time or conversation.&lt;br /&gt;And you stick with your friends no matter what. You're unbelievably loyal.&lt;br /&gt;You may feel under appreciated - but it only seems that way! Your friends would be lost without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an "A-OK"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whathandgestureareyouquiz/a-ok.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your life philosophy can be summed up as, "Whatever will be, will be." &lt;br /&gt;Your greatest wish is to live each day a little better than the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally calm and stable. Some people would call you a rock.&lt;br /&gt;You feel one with the world. You are a spiritual person, though no one who knows you would guess it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathandgestureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Hand Gesture Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bored liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8668942764502462872?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8668942764502462872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8668942764502462872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8668942764502462872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8668942764502462872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-inner-blood-type-is-ab-your.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3396541216562258506</id><published>2008-12-03T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:02:33.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I keep having things to post. And I keep forgetting. It's annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 7.30am in the morning. What a torture. Went school bought books. Then go home that time some girl, or was it a guy, waved to me. Totally cannot recognise. Maybe that stranger mistook me for someone else. Ah who cares. Then went to collect passportwith granny and sis. Wa there got one gallery is a must go can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got like tons of illegal things. Guns, blades, even throwing stars. There're no ninjas in Singapore what -.- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT I LOVE THAT NICE BLADE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Then there's this real rifle. I want that too. Christmas is almost here. Then there's this I dunn what you call that. You slip it in, and use it to punch people. It kinda looks like this. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng0BW5UJCyo/STaQxwshw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yo41j1tu55w/s1600-h/472px-Brass_knuckles_dsc04625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275563198070768626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng0BW5UJCyo/STaQxwshw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yo41j1tu55w/s320/472px-Brass_knuckles_dsc04625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, called brass knuckles. The internet rocks. And then went all over Singapore. Almost. And reached home at 9 plus. Zzz off to find some people to chat to so I can draw. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3396541216562258506?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3396541216562258506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3396541216562258506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3396541216562258506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3396541216562258506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-keep-having-things-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ng0BW5UJCyo/STaQxwshw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yo41j1tu55w/s72-c/472px-Brass_knuckles_dsc04625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3175638618451813065</id><published>2008-11-29T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:50:43.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely bored I'm actually looking for something to do. How about I update the CCA attendance list. But I lazy check. Anyone who reads this tell me your class next year ok thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Nutella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I feeding you Nutella like you're my boyfriend. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3175638618451813065?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3175638618451813065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3175638618451813065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3175638618451813065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3175638618451813065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-absolutely-bored-im-actually-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8521495568339053406</id><published>2008-11-27T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:53:04.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Black Pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatspiceareyouquiz/blackpepper.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may be considered ordinary by some, but you're far from boring.&lt;br /&gt;You elevate the mood of any discussion, and people miss you when you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly very dominant and powerful. Most can only take you in small doses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatspiceareyouquiz/"&gt;What Spice Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Black and White Cookie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/black-and-white-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're often conflicted in life, and you feel pulled in two opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;When you're good, you're sweet as sugar. And when you're bad, you're wicked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that even edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Chocolate Shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorshakeareyouquiz/chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a total hedonist. You are drawn to pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;You are an expressive, over the top person. You're naturally dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who always chooses quality over quantity.&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to not have optimal experiences. You're proud of being picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavorshakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Shake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Salty Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyousweetorsaltyquiz/salty.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it comes to snacks, you're more likely to grab a bag of chips over a bag of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance you're male (men prefer salty snacks)...&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, you feel very comfortable in male dominated environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste tends to be complex, sophisticated, and adult.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to crave your favorite restaurant meal... or mom's cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyousweetorsaltyquiz/"&gt;Are You Sweet or Salty?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Java Chip Frappuccino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/java-chip.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a caffeine addict and pretty high maintenance about your coffee. There's a good chance that everyone at your Starbucks knows your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chardonnay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/chardonnay.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fresh, spirited, and classic - you have many facets to your personality.&lt;br /&gt;You can be sweet and light. Or deep and complex.&lt;br /&gt;You have a little bit of something to offer everyone... no wonder you're so popular.&lt;br /&gt;Approachable and never smug, you are easy to get to know (and love!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you are: Dependable and modest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partying style: Understated and polite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your company is enjoyed best with: Cold or wild meat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Wine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Turtle Cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcheesecakeareyouquiz/cheesecake-6.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Decadent, and over the top... you just go for it!&lt;br /&gt;You dream big and aren't afraid to follow your dreams. You are definitely larger than life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcheesecakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Green Apple Jelly Bean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorjellybeanareyouquiz/green-apple.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of all the flavors, you're the most complex and the most real. A little sweet, a little sour, and totally tangy. People can't describe you, but they love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavorjellybeanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Jelly Bean Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/"&gt;Would You Be a Cool Parent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, this probably means I will not stab my children in their chests with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with those inaccurate quizzes. There's this postcard with my home's address with the name ONG CHONG XIN ERWIN. Do I have a long lost brother or what -.- I guess the chinese name would be 王宗信. Hi bro. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8521495568339053406?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8521495568339053406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8521495568339053406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8521495568339053406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8521495568339053406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-black-pepper-you-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16543706368199898419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8679927356081705157</id><published>2008-11-23T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:02:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What do they call you in class?&lt;br /&gt;Joeyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the most quiet in class?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's Kianhua. He doesn't talk. Not much. You never hear any teacher go," Kianhua keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which teacher always gets angry with you all ?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's every teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who is always the earliest to reach school?&lt;br /&gt;Blossom Jessica Geoffery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is always late enter class ?&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is the smartest?&lt;br /&gt;The genius with the name Joey Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who always sleep in class?&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Rongda KianHua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is the leader of the class?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Which subject do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;None in particular leh. Can ask which teacher I answer you a whole bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the worst punishment in class?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you bring to class?&lt;br /&gt;Schoolbag, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the best subject?&lt;br /&gt;PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you always do in class?&lt;br /&gt;Listen la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever get scoldings from yr teacher ?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Whats your position in class for MYE ?&lt;br /&gt;-.- 29?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever had become first in class?&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you sit with ?&lt;br /&gt;Laura Qiggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. People around you ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 15 people in your mind now:&lt;br /&gt;1) Jason.&lt;br /&gt;2) Qiggie.&lt;br /&gt;3) Eelin.&lt;br /&gt;4) Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;5) Laura.&lt;br /&gt;6) Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;7) Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;8) Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;9) Qianhui.&lt;br /&gt;10) Weihao.&lt;br /&gt;11) Chilli.&lt;br /&gt;12) Pop.&lt;br /&gt;13) Mum.&lt;br /&gt;14) Dad.&lt;br /&gt;15) Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hugged 1? Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What's the best memories you have of 10? Weihao.&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Sms?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you friends with 9? Qianhui.&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Classmates?&lt;br /&gt;When’s the next time you’re gonna see 6? Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;3HM!&lt;br /&gt;Tell something about number 15.&lt;br /&gt;She's 153cm.&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about 8? Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;... His cow.&lt;br /&gt;Is number 4 attractive? Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression of 7? Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA WEIRDER THAN ANYONE ELSE YOU EVER KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 3? Eelin.&lt;br /&gt;Classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 13 could kill someone? Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Is 11 your best friend? Chilli.&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Probably good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 5? Laura.&lt;br /&gt;Can this question be skipped.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 2 has a crush on you? Qiggie.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, definitely. She loves me.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you did with 1? Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Play Maple.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hung out with 2 outside of school? Qiggie.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept with 5? Laura.&lt;br /&gt;No -.-&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 6 is sexy? Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;Screamy yes. Sexy no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked 7? Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. As a friend!&lt;br /&gt;Where is the last place you went with 8? Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Are you real close to 9? Qianhui.&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of relationship do you have with 10? Weihao.&lt;br /&gt;Friend.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss 11? Chilli.&lt;br /&gt;Heck no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the movies with 12? Pop.&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten in trouble with 13? Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever make a move on 14? Dad.&lt;br /&gt;He's already taken.&lt;br /&gt;What do you and 15 talk about the most?  Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz is ridiculous. I should rearrange the names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8679927356081705157?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8679927356081705157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8679927356081705157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8679927356081705157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8679927356081705157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5840143787895832781</id><published>2008-11-14T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:45:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having lesser and lesser and lesser things to post. My posts recently are always one sentence. Zzz. Now this one's a five sentence post. At least there's five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5840143787895832781?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5840143787895832781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5840143787895832781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5840143787895832781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5840143787895832781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-having-lesser-and-lesser-and-lesser.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-4694040806552547942</id><published>2008-11-13T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:05:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with the reply. Just you wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-4694040806552547942?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/4694040806552547942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=4694040806552547942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4694040806552547942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4694040806552547942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-done-with-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3253197579000139956</id><published>2008-11-04T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:33:26.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother claims, " My handwriting A grade one ok. A for &lt;em&gt;atrocious. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. I mean, you get a piece of blank paper, &lt;strong&gt;with lines. &lt;/strong&gt;But all you see, are flying words and numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is having a hard time trying to decipher his handwriting. That's what he claims too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can write it, if you can decipher what I wrote. So you write. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrocious handwriting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, is mine atrocious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3253197579000139956?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3253197579000139956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3253197579000139956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3253197579000139956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3253197579000139956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-brother-claims-my-handwriting-grade.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3514025116131855390</id><published>2008-11-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:54:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm confused, and I'm still thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3514025116131855390?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3514025116131855390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3514025116131855390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3514025116131855390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3514025116131855390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-confused-and-im-still-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8926269099787202523</id><published>2008-11-01T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:51:48.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will reply to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8926269099787202523?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8926269099787202523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8926269099787202523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8926269099787202523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8926269099787202523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-reply-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5170700363057202249</id><published>2008-10-30T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:03:32.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me why I keep reading this part over and over and over again on Eelin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;"but until today, i dont understand joey fully. She's a mystery, because i cnt tell when she cares and when she doesnt. I cnt tell if she says what she says on purpose or because she isnt tactful, its really hard to tell, but i guess, others dont understand it either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps repeating in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but until today, i dont understand joey fully. She's a mystery, because i cnt tell when she cares and when she doesnt. I cnt tell if she says what she says on purpose or because she isnt tactful, its really hard to tell, but i guess, others dont understand it either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but until today, i dont understand joey fully. She's a mystery, because i cnt tell when she cares and when she doesnt. I cnt tell if she says what she says on purpose or because she isnt tactful, its really hard to tell, but i guess, others dont understand it either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask, I want to ask myself so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my decision this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really because of these reasons I seem like a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, Saturday is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, till it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be put aside until Saturday arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You promised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5170700363057202249?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5170700363057202249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5170700363057202249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5170700363057202249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5170700363057202249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-anyone-tell-me-why-i-keep-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-919827279811595971</id><published>2008-10-28T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:24:53.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thanks to you, I can't wait for Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-919827279811595971?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/919827279811595971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=919827279811595971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/919827279811595971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/919827279811595971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-to-you-i-cant-wait-for-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-9098189660758681300</id><published>2008-10-25T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:02:50.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Fun Things to Do at a Drive-Thru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive through the drive-thru in reverse and let your passenger order.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ask the price of almost everything on the menu and then order something that you didn’t ask the price for.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell the employee that your window is broken. Order and then pay with your door open. When the food comes, roll down the window and snatch your order from their hands.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to McDonald’s and demand a big breakfast at 11:30 at night. Put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay for a large order in pennies and nickels.&lt;br /&gt;6. Order in another language. Be careful what neighborhood you’re in.&lt;br /&gt;7. When asked if they can take your order, tell them you are just window-shopping and drive on.&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh sadistically when asked if you would like ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask the cashier how they fit into that little box.&lt;br /&gt;10. If they make you wait, make them wait when they come back on.&lt;br /&gt;11. Demand to speak to the manager. When they come on, complain that you did not like the way the employee said, “May I take your order?”&lt;br /&gt;12. When asked if they can take your order say, “Why, can I take yours?”&lt;br /&gt;13. If they ask you to wait, order anyway and keep doing it till they yell at you.&lt;br /&gt;14. Pretend your car has broken down. Ask for assistance moving it. When they come out, drive away.&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell them you have to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;16. Order a cup of water and two napkins. That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;17. Don’t order when they come on. Just sit there. If a line forms behind you, get out of the car and cause a scene.&lt;br /&gt;18. When they hand you your food, hand them a bag with all the trash from your car in it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Just stare at them when you pay and get your food. Don’t break your stare.&lt;br /&gt;20. Honk your horn the whole way through the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are damn damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char Siew Pao and Mee Kia got involved in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;Char Siew Pao got very angry and shouted at Mee Kia, “I’m going to find my gang to hantam you!”&lt;br /&gt;So Char Siew Pao went to round up Leng Yong Pau and Tau Sar Pow.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Maggi Mee walked around the corner. Immediately, the Paos started to beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;As Char Siew Pao was punching Maggi Mee, he shouted, “Don’t think just because you perm your hair, we can’t recognize you, okay!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, these are absolutely funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was invited out for a night with “the girls” I told my husband that I would be home by midnight….”I promise!”&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hours passed and the champagne was going down way to easy. Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, realizing he’d probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution especially since I was smashed, in order to avoid a conflict with him.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him 12 o’clock. He didn’t seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, “Oh crap!”, cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it’s throat, cuckooed another 3 times,giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this case in the hospital’s Intensive Care ward where patients always died in the same bed and on Friday mornings regardless of their medical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;This puzzled the doctors and some even thought thatit had to do with the supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;Why the death?&lt;br /&gt;So the doctors decide to go down to that particular ward to investigate the cause of the incidents.&lt;br /&gt;Come Friday morning,everyone at the hospital ward nervously waited for the terrible phenomenon to occur again.&lt;br /&gt;Some holdingwooden crosses, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off evils…&lt;br /&gt;….. Just before the expected time….&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;Then Ah Soh, the part-time Friday cleaner, comes inand unplugs the life support system so that she can use the vacuum cleaner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-9098189660758681300?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/9098189660758681300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=9098189660758681300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/9098189660758681300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/9098189660758681300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-things-to-do-at-drive-thru-1.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-674678211214930551</id><published>2008-10-24T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:02:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREE BIG FUNNY JOKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1）&lt;br /&gt;两个朋友在喝咖啡。&lt;br /&gt;A：“你搅咖啡的时候，用哪一只手？”&lt;br /&gt;B：“右手啊。”&lt;br /&gt;A：“哇！你好厉害哦！都不怕烫！我都要用汤匙。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2）&lt;br /&gt;在飞机上，空姐问一个小女孩：“飞机在天空飞，为什么不会撞到星星呢？”&lt;br /&gt;小女孩说：“我知道！因为星星会闪！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3）&lt;br /&gt;有一天，豆沙包和馒头去戏院看戏。结果，豆沙包哭了，馒头却没有哭。&lt;br /&gt;你知道为什么吗？&lt;br /&gt;因为馒头没有filling!&lt;br /&gt;又有一天，豆沙包和莲蓉包去看电影。这次，莲蓉包却哭了，豆沙包却没有哭。&lt;br /&gt;为什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;因为他们有不同的filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these jokes damn funny can! The coffee one totally no link. No link jokes are absolutely funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-674678211214930551?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/674678211214930551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=674678211214930551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/674678211214930551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/674678211214930551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-big-funny-jokes-1-b-2-3-filling.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7700242693144846513</id><published>2008-10-24T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:38:33.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as nice,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as nice and capable,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as nice, capable and smart.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as average,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as average and getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as bad,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you as hateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thank you for making me who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7700242693144846513?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7700242693144846513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7700242693144846513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7700242693144846513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7700242693144846513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-of-you-i-think-of-you-as-nice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1740547255329786871</id><published>2008-10-22T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:58:50.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am again, after... 5mins. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters, are boring, I wouldn't write any, since I guess what's written by me is almost illegible. Actually right now. Let's dedicate a few short messages to almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 in my mind right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, but I'm not going to dedicate to her, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck Choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk faster in future. I want this to be personal, but I shall type some out here. First, want to say a big thank you for listening to me rant about everything. Actually got a lot more de, another day got time then tell you. Learn to sleep earlier, you can't always sleep in class. Not in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply to you ah. Do I seem like such a mystery. If I somehow seemed mean, I'm sorry, in some way or another. I didn't mean to. When I seem not to care, I actually do, maybe because I don't usually show it. Mysteries are always there, waiting for you to solve them. However I can tell you, this is one big mystery, but it's always waiting. Don't always talk about suicide. You may be another person to the world, but you may the world to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, frog, this is for you. Don't wave your arms around anymore when you're trying to describe something. You might just hit someone, just like how I hit Eelin straight in her face by accident. Different class but can go home together also. Nothing to say le .-. There are things that need not be spoken. You will understand, if you don't, continue figuring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qianhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to me rant about everything too. Crazy stuff. And other stuff. Most importantly, thanks for being there. For me to make fun of sometimes, but I don't really mean to. You know what I mean too. I guess you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, Ginny, Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D Different class never mind, we're still in the same CCA, if you don't quit. Don't ah! Time spent these two years have been fun, and crazy at times too. During CCA especially. To all three of you, continue to be such smarty pants and pass me some hardworking-ness. Thank you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more already, not our class one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, to my beloved chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you never run out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1740547255329786871?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1740547255329786871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1740547255329786871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1740547255329786871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1740547255329786871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-i-am-again-after.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5635777382355144677</id><published>2008-10-22T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:28:34.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Believe in that greatness that lies within you to release it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to whoever gave me that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Duck Choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To travel faster is to use other means of transport. Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one more but I forgot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, Duck, FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings and fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5635777382355144677?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5635777382355144677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5635777382355144677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5635777382355144677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5635777382355144677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/believe-in-that-greatness-that-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1614012137510808520</id><published>2008-10-20T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:37:03.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MediaCoder I so promise to kill you, you die on me every single time! I so hate you, I shall delete you, stamp on you, kill you with a hammer and download your newer version to make you jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1614012137510808520?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1614012137510808520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1614012137510808520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1614012137510808520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1614012137510808520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/murder-mediacoder-i-so-promise-to-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3042946281994828244</id><published>2008-10-17T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:12:56.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If someone ever asked you: Will war ever stop, and everyone gets along?&lt;br /&gt;What would your answer be?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop war, you need power, unimaginable power, and what'd you do about conflicts that never stop, what'd sparked off the war between the USA and Iraq? Political issues, personl conflicts? What've they done to try and stop war? By building robots that can detect and disable landmines? This effort is just futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop violence and war, you'd need to gain the unformaidable power, become invincible so you'd take control of everything. But someone out there'd be unhappy with you, and just you to rule the world. Even if you're unformidable, someone'd try to climb above you to reach a newer level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd your answer be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3042946281994828244?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3042946281994828244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3042946281994828244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3042946281994828244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3042946281994828244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-someone-ever-asked-you-will-war-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8139748436766406618</id><published>2008-10-15T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:30:05.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving your limbs meaning you have to move your muslces, and you need to have nerves to react along with it. If you'd lost your arm by amputation or other means, what would a replacement be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mechanical arm, with high technology that will connect the system to your nerves, and it acts on hydraulics to allow smooth movement and lesser effort to move it? But you'd have to replace it everytime you grow, if you're growing, and send it for maintanence. What if there was really such a replacement, how much would it cost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for legs, you'd have to clean it, frequently grease it, and people would build weapons with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8139748436766406618?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8139748436766406618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8139748436766406618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8139748436766406618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8139748436766406618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving-your-limbs-meaning-you-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-6586685379377466428</id><published>2008-10-08T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:53:46.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness, my mum officialy gave me a big shock. Yesterday night or sometime she told me because she never see me study then I cannot play. :O Such a big shock! Die of heart attack. -.- Screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-6586685379377466428?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/6586685379377466428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=6586685379377466428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6586685379377466428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6586685379377466428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodness-my-mum-officialy-gave-me-big.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-907003299134644061</id><published>2008-09-11T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:38:38.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Black Umbrella Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theumbrellatest/black.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When faced with adversity, you respond with authority. You don't let problems faze you.&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally powerful and commanding. People look to you to take charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant and classy. You know how to always say and do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;While you stand out, you also fit it. You thrive in a variety of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day: you carry on as normal - a little bad weather isn't going to get in your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theumbrellatest/"&gt;The Umbrella Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Father&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfamilyroledoyouplayquiz/father.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a strong, powerful figure in the lives of your friends and families.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you value justice and fairness. You appreciate structure and rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you protect and guide those close to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a born leader. You are good at establishing order in chaotic situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a tyrant who rules through intimidation and criticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are quick to condemn other people as pathetic losers not worth your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamilyroledoyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Family Role Do You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Impact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfontareyouquiz/impact.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very unique and quite striking. You are forceful and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You never go unnoticed, and people recognize your power instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you make your presence known, your message is a bit fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;You are not the easiest person to understand, and you're not one for details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfontareyouquiz/"&gt;What Font Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You See the World Through Blue Colored Glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorglassesdoyouseetheworldthroughquiz/blue.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You live your life with tranquility. You have faith that things will work themselves out with time.&lt;br /&gt;You judge all your interactions through the lens of hope. You try to get all the facts before forming your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You face challenges with wisdom. You know that all bad things pass, and you have the confidence to see problems through.&lt;br /&gt;You see love as the utmost expression of trust. Your relationships tend to be peaceful and stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you can be cool, melancholy, and detached. You sometimes have to step back from emotionally charged situations.&lt;br /&gt;You are at your happiest when you are able to reflect and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorglassesdoyouseetheworldthroughquiz/"&gt;What Color Glasses Do You See the World Through?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Innovator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatroledoyouplayintheworldquiz/innovator.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the type of person who is always a step ahead of everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;You thrive when you're experimenting with new designs, ideas, and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a creative person with many talents. You have to have artistic outlets in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You need to create - whether it's writing furiously or redecorating your home. If not, your life becomes chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tire of doing the same thing every day. You change your job, friends, and personal style often.&lt;br /&gt;You are at your best when you have a focus. If not, you develop a flaky artist's temperament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatroledoyouplayintheworldquiz/"&gt;What Role Do You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/music.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teen Pop: High Influence&lt;br /&gt;Adult Alternative: Medium Influence&lt;br /&gt;Pop: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;R &amp;amp; B: Low Influence&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Rock: No Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Barney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/barney.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You could have been an intellectual leader...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/"&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erotic Thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/erotic-thriller.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Bert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/bert.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you lovable - even if you don't love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Back to School Personality Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thebacktoschooltest/school.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are laid back and fairly dispassionate. Traditional concepts of success are not important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most likely to succeed when you are able to be independent and self directed. You are perfectly able of carving your own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest skill is your verbal prowess. You have no problem finding words to express yourself, make your point, or win an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest stumbling block in life is your lack of self confidence. You are a lot more capable than you give yourself credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not quite sure what you're thankful for in life, it doesn't seem like there's a lot to be thankful for these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thebacktoschooltest/"&gt;The Back to School Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Running on 80% Adrenaline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourunningonadrenalinequiz/ad-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Adrenaline Level: Borderline Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're running around so fast, you don't realize how quickly life is passing you by.&lt;br /&gt;While you may be getting a lot done, you're on the go lifestyle is probably wearing you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourunningonadrenalinequiz/"&gt;Are You Running on Adrenaline?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Definitely Spot a Liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/liar-1.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe you have good instincts. Or maybe you just have a lot of experience with liars.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's pretty hard for someone to pull a fast one on you. You're like a human lie detector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/"&gt;Can You Spot a Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Some Green in Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Green will make you feel alive, renewed, and balanced.&lt;br /&gt;And with a little green, you will project an aura of peacefulness and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;If you want stability, you've got to get a little green in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine green with blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of green: It can promote jealousy in yourself or others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more green in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be drawn to a new life path&lt;br /&gt;You will feel free to pursue new ideas and interests, no matter how strange&lt;br /&gt;You will be released from the demands and concerns of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Lime Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/lime-green.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior but can be very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else do I need in my life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Sometimes Hold a Grudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouholdagrudgequiz/grudge-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't exactly vengeful, but you're not going to forget when someone wrongs you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you'll forgive the small things, you don't hand out too many second chances to people who really screw up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouholdagrudgequiz/"&gt;Do You Hold a Grudge?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were the All American Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/all-american.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were well rounded and well liked in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-907003299134644061?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/907003299134644061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=907003299134644061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/907003299134644061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/907003299134644061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-your-black-umbrella-says-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-4410433528725882282</id><published>2008-08-31T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:03:00.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was talking to Chilli, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl from poly called in to some station.&lt;br /&gt;So it went:&lt;br /&gt;DJ: What is the remainder of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;23 divided by 7&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was:&lt;br /&gt;DJ: What is a bad conductor of &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;electricity, brass, wood or water&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Water la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-4410433528725882282?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/4410433528725882282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=4410433528725882282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4410433528725882282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4410433528725882282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-i-was-talking-to-chilli-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7446579423199035359</id><published>2008-08-31T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:40:04.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Under the request of Blossom, but I have long thought of this. It's not for Blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought keeping that mask on was tough,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I could take it off in your presence,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you knew how tough it was,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you would understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to keep it on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even in front of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How wrong I was,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How wrong I was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust nobody, open up to nobody, no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It just had to be my fault, didn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7446579423199035359?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7446579423199035359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7446579423199035359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7446579423199035359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7446579423199035359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-thought-keeping-that-mask-on-was.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3785439407552928970</id><published>2008-08-29T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:39:14.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tears will never conquer my face again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a mere ten minutes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just give me ten minutes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I promise not to fail you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I have failed you for many times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will be different this time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark my words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet I do not trust myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3785439407552928970?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3785439407552928970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3785439407552928970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3785439407552928970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3785439407552928970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/tears-will-never-conquer-my-face-again.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2367902000414857885</id><published>2008-08-27T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:13:22.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People I have never seen, but they look the same, yet they have different personalities, totoally different personalitites. Falling into a new depth, a new depth of darkness. Darkness where nobody else has ever seen, darkness where nobody else has ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beam of light, right at the end of this darkness. Attempts to climb out of the darkness, yet slipping and falling to greather depths. The exit is within your sight, yet beyond your reach. Ateempts to reach the exit has failed again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depth and darkness of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2367902000414857885?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2367902000414857885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2367902000414857885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2367902000414857885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2367902000414857885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-i-have-never-seen-but-they-look.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-414063000237012763</id><published>2008-08-22T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:19:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fencing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatolympicsportareyouquiz/fencing.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're competitive but not brutally so. You compete to make yourself better.&lt;br /&gt;You find having an opponent to be challenging and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;You are fierce when you're in a competition, but you don't wish your rivals any real harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatolympicsportareyouquiz/"&gt;What Olympic Sport Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so cool. Fencing. *poke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Workspace Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourworkspacesayaboutyouquiz/table.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are not organized in the least. Everything in your life pretty much survives of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to work at your own pace. If this means things don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your job and don't feel guilty about how much time you spend working. You have a good balance between work and your personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still trying to figure out your ideal career. You could quit your current job on any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are an introvert. You don't like people coming around your work space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourworkspacesayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Work Space Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Playing Cards Tell About Your Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theplayingcardtest/cards.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right now is a time of warning and caution for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions are currently tied to an influential man in your life. Someone who has the power to change your life for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend who you've lost contact is ready to reconnect with you. And this new relationship is likely to be romantic in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The near future will bring you major disputes and arguments. Things could end in a lawsuit, a separation, or divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of some very bad news. This may mean the loss of someone close - or the loss of a close relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theplayingcardtest/"&gt;The Playing Card Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. I know what this means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Psyche is Violet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/violet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are spiritual, intuitive, and serene. &lt;br /&gt;People trust you to rescue them from bad situations, and you usually come through.&lt;br /&gt;While you are quite enlightened, you find that your path is very lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too violet:  you can't connect to ordinary life or ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough violet: you lack wisdom and can't learn from the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Quite true I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Dreams Mean...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/bad.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your dreams seem to show that you're very preoccupied with your fears and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bad dreams indicate that you need to spend more time on your issues during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly want to hide your dreams from your waking mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Dreams Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, creative mind! Hide the dreams. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Barefoot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofwomensshoeareyouquiz/barefoot.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a total free spirit, go with the flow girl&lt;br /&gt;You can't be restricted by shoes for very long&lt;br /&gt;And unsuprisingly, the same goes for men&lt;br /&gt;Your match is out there - and he's as carefree as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofwomensshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind Of Women's Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool, barefoot. Let's all walk around barefooted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Flip Flops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/flipflops.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are laid back and very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Cheery and sunny in disposition, you usually have something to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style is important to you, as long as you can stay casual.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to get you to dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a loyal and true person, though you can be a quite bit of a fake.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to "play hooky" and blow off responsibilities a lot more than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should live: By the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should work: At a casual up and coming company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit of a fake, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-414063000237012763?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/414063000237012763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=414063000237012763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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world.&lt;br /&gt;A failure is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-6592835314951316371?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/6592835314951316371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=6592835314951316371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6592835314951316371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6592835314951316371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/failure-who-doesnt-do-things-well-at.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7638891860936490780</id><published>2008-08-20T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:29:24.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was filled with so much desperation I was clutching on to life, clutching on so dearly, just so not to lose my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with so much desperation that I doubted I was even alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7638891860936490780?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7142538501381748591</id><published>2008-08-16T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:51:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY AM I BLOGGING AT &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Duckie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duckie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Duckie&lt;/span&gt;, I keep thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE LIT PRESENTATION, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;be nice&lt;/span&gt; and not laugh at her or anyone else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to speak &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;gently and softly&lt;/span&gt; to waiting today, but obviously we felt it was weird and went laughing away like some crazy idiots who have never laughed before. waiting always has funny stories. HAHA. i forgot most of them but, i still think they're funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is weird i tell you. She can practically laugh over something NOT funny. But who doesnt know shes not weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i talking about waiting all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;*&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;*&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD Had this nice long chat with duckie. I just love duckie ( as a good friend of course. There is no lesbian gene of any sort in me, the white blood cells would have recognised and killed them as foreign particles which would harm the body, together with the mind and the heart ) wow. such a long bracket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish I could be humourous &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. And entertain myself with my posts. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too bad I can't. Inspiration is what I need. Talk about inspirations. Inspirations come in&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; any form&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Inspirations can be sparked off by a chain of thoughts, can be sparked off when you see something, someone. It can even be sparked off when you are dreaming.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Talk about dreaming. Dreaming is a torture, it shows that your brain is probably hyperactive or that you are not even resting well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ignore the dream part. It's a fact. So? Ignore it since it's a factual fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's also a fact that I'm just cheating you. But I did read it from a book somewhere. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7142538501381748591?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7142538501381748591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7142538501381748591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7142538501381748591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7142538501381748591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-am-i-blogging-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2115696471570931215</id><published>2008-08-14T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:43:32.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally,&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of Nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of Meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day of Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2115696471570931215?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2151680393806428554</id><published>2008-08-11T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:25:45.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well, maybe I shouldn't have told you anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2151680393806428554?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2151680393806428554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2151680393806428554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2151680393806428554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2151680393806428554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-trusted-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7323904596437430282</id><published>2008-08-09T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:45:57.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7323904596437430282?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7323904596437430282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7323904596437430282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7323904596437430282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7323904596437430282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-812754387731770723</id><published>2008-08-02T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:51:33.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read Jessica's post, and felt that it's true. So true.&lt;br /&gt;She said ''True friends listen to what you don't say.''&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who knows there's something wrong even when you have the biggest smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Just how many people in your life actually does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, one has managed to do so. So it counts as a big blessing already. This one true friend can even tell I'm unhappy even over the internet. It's like you have over a hundred or two contcts yet only one or maybe two knows you're unhappy. How many in that contact list of yours asks if you're happy or not even when you're offline, hoping you'll read their message when you come online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one. And only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eceryone in your life will think you're happy when you smile. I wonder, really wonder if only that one special who knows you're unhappy when you smile will be there for you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, give me big smile. Now, are you relly happy if you did smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-812754387731770723?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/812754387731770723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=812754387731770723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/812754387731770723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/812754387731770723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-read-jessicas-post-and-felt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-420185598665647120</id><published>2008-07-31T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:42:10.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s easier to run&lt;br /&gt;Replacing this pain with something numb&lt;br /&gt;It’s so much easier to go&lt;br /&gt;Than face all this pain here all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has been taken&lt;br /&gt;From deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;A secret I’ve kept locked away&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever see&lt;br /&gt;Wounds so deep they never show&lt;br /&gt;They never go away&lt;br /&gt;Like moving pictures in my head&lt;br /&gt;For years and years they’ve played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change I would&lt;br /&gt;Take back the pain I would&lt;br /&gt;Retrace every wrong move that I made I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could take all the shame to the grave I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I remember&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of my past&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back these memories I wish I didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of letting go&lt;br /&gt;And never looking back&lt;br /&gt;And never moving forward so&lt;br /&gt;There would never bee a past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just washing it aside&lt;br /&gt;All of the helplessness inside&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I don’t feel misplaced&lt;br /&gt;Is so much simpler than change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easier to run replacing this pain with something numb&lt;br /&gt;It’s so much easier to go&lt;br /&gt;Than face all this pain here all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;A secret I’ve kept locked away&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever see&lt;br /&gt;:D A secret. Do you have any secrets that nobody else knows of?&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me, I don't mind! I'm currently collecting secrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;In this materialistic world,&lt;br /&gt;Would running away be the best solution to everything?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not, but it's certainly the best way out of situations.&lt;br /&gt;Especially difficult ones.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today I was quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;After all I got 28/30 for NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;Something I had done for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say a big THANK YOU to Kimberly and her mum,&lt;br /&gt;For driving me to school every morning,&lt;br /&gt;So I need not wake up early and rush int he morning.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you asked me to smile.&lt;br /&gt;Today you told me not to think about such things.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you comforted me, although you didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me write on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH. I think I'm getting happier day by day. :)&lt;br /&gt;Which is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;The I wouldn't think about so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then the brain cells wouldn't die.&lt;br /&gt;OH! Means maybe I'll be better academically!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Momma will be happier then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of something nice! But I go and chat on msn and forgot what i wanted to type. Tsk! Aiya. Later remember le then edit. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-420185598665647120?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/420185598665647120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=420185598665647120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/420185598665647120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/420185598665647120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-easier-to-run-replacing-this-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-336986472359349976</id><published>2008-07-29T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:12:35.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laura, I've never known this was how you felt, 6 weeks, and you put up with all of that. I look up to you to have lasted this long, coming this far. Sorry about ignoring you if Qiggie and I did. Guess I have always thought of you to be happy, cheery and stuff. I was careless. Failed to remember how everyone could have felt, failed to remember you had your sensitive side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, again, we could talk things out. Confession over here. Sometimes, I think Qiggie talk a little too much. Sometimes when I want to listen, she would talk to me. Sorry Qiggie. Sorry if you read or hear about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been sad and down lately. What's happening. I wish I knew. It sounds like it's coming to the end of the world? I hope not. Cheer up everyone. The downfall of 2 Grace! Oh My Gosh. That won't happen right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; told me to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; asked me if I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; said I was _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; mentioned the word _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; told me to cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; asked me if I were ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought it over.&lt;br /&gt;I am at least satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I am Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that word.&lt;br /&gt;I cheered up.&lt;br /&gt;I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to these people who have taught me new things. New things that I have never noticed, things that probably nobody noticed. Things that had always existed in everyone, but yet it is something that everyone would cast aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me write on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-336986472359349976?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/336986472359349976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=336986472359349976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/336986472359349976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/336986472359349976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/laura-ive-never-known-this-was-how-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-6590289486516351077</id><published>2008-07-28T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:21:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, was nothing much? Just Sixth Sense... It annoyed me. It wasn't even scary and Yati went like " Timid ones don't watch! Brave ones can watch. " -.- Which part was it again? The girl vomiting? Never see people vomit before is it. Wapiang. Cannot stand her. No long sleeve, sorry ( as if ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, P.E was fun? Volleyball, many a time the ball almost went into the lake. Actually, just once. We won, I don't care, we didn't even keep the scores... But they kept changing groups! A moment Wei Yang is on your side, a moment you see him against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching you from the back is a torture,&lt;br /&gt;What you said was right.&lt;br /&gt;When we part each other,&lt;br /&gt;What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Will we drift apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk to you much,&lt;br /&gt;Was because,&lt;br /&gt;I was watching each and every move of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Watching closely,&lt;br /&gt;I notice your every movement and everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;When I lose you,&lt;br /&gt;I know I will certainly cry.&lt;br /&gt;Will you leave me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you will stay by me forever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-6590289486516351077?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/6590289486516351077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=6590289486516351077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6590289486516351077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6590289486516351077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-nothing-much-just-sixth-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7316913174209515071</id><published>2008-07-27T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:23:08.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Blue Crayon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/blue.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your world is colored in calm, understated, deep colors.&lt;br /&gt;You are a loyal person, and the truest friend anyone could hope to find.&lt;br /&gt;On the inside, you tend to be emotional and even a bit moody.&lt;br /&gt;However, you know that people depend on you. So you put on a strong front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is orange. Orange people may be opinionated, but you feel they lack the depth to truly understand what they're saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH THIS IS LIKE SO TRUE. I just realised something I have never known. However, you know that people depend on you. So you put on a strong front. Yea... Maybe this is tiring me out. I'll stop putting up a strong front, stop smiling when I don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Loyal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/loyal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stick with your friends no matter what, even if you feel like they're doing the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in letting people figure out their own path in life. It's not your place to interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And part of your loyalty means that you'll do a lot for your friends. You definitely go the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll even do great things for friends without them asking. After all, that's what friendship is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly a friend for life. And you have friends you've known since you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends can count on you to do a favor, remember a birthday, or just be there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Fickle people who change friends quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "Friendship doubles your joys, and divides your sorrows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 96% Burned Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouburnedoutquiz/burned-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are extremely burned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work too hard, and you're not getting the results you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a life change, as soon as you can manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're giving away most of your energy to something you don't even enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouburnedoutquiz/"&gt;Are You Burned Out?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So serious? 96% is almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your April Fool's Day Prank Should Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/prank-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting off stink bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What April Fool's Prank Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Child Is Sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/sad.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very sensitive soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7316913174209515071?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7316913174209515071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7316913174209515071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7316913174209515071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7316913174209515071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-blue-crayon-your-world-is.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1697819806935781372</id><published>2008-07-27T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:18:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="86" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" height="12" width="74" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 3.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="110" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 5.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/orbar.gif" height="12" width="42" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 2.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="94" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/orbar.gif" height="12" width="42" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 2.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="84" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my life that bad...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1697819806935781372?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1697819806935781372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1697819806935781372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1697819806935781372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1697819806935781372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8924498919382009744</id><published>2008-07-26T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:38:46.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she asked me where my smile went.&lt;br /&gt;I told her it was in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell her I lost it,&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell her I have lost it long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so happy yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't spoil their mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me write on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8924498919382009744?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8924498919382009744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8924498919382009744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8924498919382009744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8924498919382009744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-diary-yesterday-she-asked-me-where.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3700253810093214572</id><published>2008-07-24T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:59:56.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July 24th July &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutelty hate this day. Not because of 2.4, not because of anything else, but just because this day, reminds me. I hate this day. I hate it I hate it I hate it. But we had 2.4 today. Played arm wrestling with Jiaqi and Eelin before 2.4 started and was sweating like dunno wad even before running. And both matches was a draw. I'm gonna end this match tomorrow. I will win. Trust me. I promise. And I migh just break my promise. RAH. I'm becoming more and more like Chilli! Keep saying rah. Haiz. And I told him my tming and he said it's like his timing. I was just wondering if that's a little slow for his age ( no offence, Chilli! ). Damn, todaywas the last lesson with Ms Tng. ZZZ. Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time, the last chance. Then again, why? How would you live your life if you could live it all over again? 24th July. 24th July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Today is he 24th of July. I hate this day totally. I am lost, lost in my own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;How I wish ______ could get out of my life. &lt;br /&gt;How I wish tears didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish nobody had any feelings.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could just ignore everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish there was nobody else except me in this large world.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish everything belonged to me.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish...&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I know you care for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3700253810093214572?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3700253810093214572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3700253810093214572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3700253810093214572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3700253810093214572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/24th-july-24th-july-24th-july-24th-july.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-941968671228613082</id><published>2008-07-23T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:17:39.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored and went to do blogthings. Blogthings is like addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Banana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeoffruitareyouquiz/banana.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mellow, easy going, and a total softie on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find it really easy to get along with you. You suit most tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're very sweet, you're not boring or ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an attraction to the exotic, and you could show up anywhere... doing almost anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are spirited, energetic, and a total kick to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're also quite funny. Your sense of humor is on the goofy side, and it fits you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeoffruitareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Fruit Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my sense of humour fit me well. Softie on the inside. True. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a firestorm - full of intensity and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts may seem scattered to you most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they often seem strong and passionate to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural influencer. The thoughts you share are very powerful and persuading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Yes I totally agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you're a cannibal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Famous meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Phobic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howphobicareyouquiz/phobic-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you're scared of very little. And you're always conquering new fears that come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you considered a career as a stunt double? You should at least go on one of those crazy reality shows where you eat bugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howphobicareyouquiz/"&gt;How Phobic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with this quiz is they don't have afraid of balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Important to You... And What Isn't:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theprioritytest/shopping.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, entertainment is usually your number one priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind having things to get done... as long as they don't pile up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most important priorities get your attention. You are happily able to let the less important things slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want thinking to be a high priority, but you don't take enough time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theprioritytest/"&gt;The Priority Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really get this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Extremely Charming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoucharmingquiz/charming-3.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone talks to you, they feel like they are the most interesting person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you in that moment, they actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly care about the people you're around, and it's obvious to everyone who meets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open, warm, friendly, and welcoming. You epitomize charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoucharmingquiz/"&gt;Are You Charming?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. You truly care about the people you're around, and it's obvious to everyone who meets you. Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Independence Level: High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howindependentareyouquiz/high.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are extremely self reliant and autonomous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely into doing your own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also wouldn't turn down help if you needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You follow your own path, but you don't do so blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howindependentareyouquiz/"&gt;How Independent Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Maybe, maybe not. Depends la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Body's Element is Water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatelementisyourbodyquiz/water.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a joyful, relaxed, and luminous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You love people. You live for making new friends and helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are enthusiastic and the ideal person to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You don't mind doing hard tasks, and you have a generous spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your energy tends to be: conserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You power color is: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourbodyquiz/"&gt;What Element is Your Body?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water. I don't like water. I'd prefer fire. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Go For Brains!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyougoforaguysbrainsorbodyquiz/brains.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a guy with a big... brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, but you're not counting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on the inside is what counts for you. (Besides, you can always change the outside later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyougoforaguysbrainsorbodyquiz/"&gt;Do You Go For A Guy's Brains or Body?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Cyclops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If looks could kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. They ask all those studded belts kind of things. Who would dress that weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Spend the Holidays In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcountryshouldyouspendtheholidaysinquiz/holiday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ireland - where you leave a bottle of Guinness out for Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcountryshouldyouspendtheholidaysinquiz/"&gt;What Country Should You Spend the Holidays In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like stupid. Only one question.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Eelin, Chilli asked when you and I free go watch movie with him. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-941968671228613082?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/941968671228613082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=941968671228613082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/941968671228613082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/941968671228613082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-bored-and-went-to-do-blogthings.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3708483440506143900</id><published>2008-07-23T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:02:13.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to avoid you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can't run away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide under the blanket and cry,&lt;br /&gt;But the tears came rolling down,&lt;br /&gt;Before I could get under the blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3708483440506143900?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3708483440506143900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3708483440506143900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3708483440506143900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3708483440506143900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-avoid-you-yet-i-cant-run-away.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2082366234006692198</id><published>2008-07-19T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:21:09.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That was obiously my evil twin's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Definitely Like You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/like2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very well liked, and many people admire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, well mannered, and fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're not perfect... but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are usually willing to accept you for who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Don't Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't like that you seem unnatural and stiff at times. You sometimes give off an impression of being standoffish or fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What People Like About You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you don't gossip or talk poorly of others. They trust that you will speak positively about them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like that you truly take and interest in them. Everyone likes to be liked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like your self deprecating sense of humor and that you don't take yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/dopeoplelikeyouquiz/"&gt;Do People Like You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your These Fireworks Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefireworkstest/fireworks-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are chaotic, inspired, and very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so creative, people don't really recognize your creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's expressive for you sometimes looks like a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care... you enjoy making your messes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefireworkstest/"&gt;The Fireworks Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 70% Grown Up, 30% Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Emotionally Mature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Mature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you may not always feel like it, you're a full fledged adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while everyone should be as mature as you, most people aren't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/"&gt;Are You Immature?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Communicate Like a Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You empathize, talk things out, and express your emotions freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a good listener, and you're non-judgmental with your advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is how you connect with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always up for a long talk, no matter how difficult the subject matter is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Communicate Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/relaxed.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that's not exactly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is all about change, but in very small steps. The end of the journey looks far, but it's much closer than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/winnie-the-pooh.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, he doesn't wear pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgaychildhoodiconareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Spoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatutensilareyouquiz/spoon.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a well rounded, balanced person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly and welcoming. You get along with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and laid back. You don't have any hang ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non judgmental and accepting, you are a comfort to people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatutensilareyouquiz/"&gt;What Utensil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Zombie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/zombie.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty apathetic person, and you often feel like you're sleep walking through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't necessarily have a case of the "blues", but you do have a case of the "blahs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for you to snap out of your boring every day routine. You're a bit burned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you crave is the company of others. But you're not too nice to the people who do hang around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest power: Your lack of a normal conscience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest weakness: Your lack of most emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play well with: Aliens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Monster Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Banana Pocky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/banana-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: fun and lighthearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique and unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cutie everyone falls for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Banana Pocky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/banana-pocky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude: fun and lighthearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique and unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cutie everyone falls for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorpockyquizareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Pocky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 74% Creative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/creative-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beyond creative. You are a true artist - even if it's not in the conventional sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love creating for its own sake, and you find yourself quite inspired at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcreativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Creative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are From Mercury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/mercury.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably never leave home without your cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. That's whole lot of quizzes! Of some which I find absolutely true. hehe, love those quizzes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2082366234006692198?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2082366234006692198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2082366234006692198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2082366234006692198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2082366234006692198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-was-obiously-my-evil-twins-work.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7634707992308302506</id><published>2008-07-19T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:28:50.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;dunno leh, just feel kinda boliao....the world is so boring especially when u see it from my height cos i can only see ppl backside&lt;br /&gt;                                                   ongieongie's evil twin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7634707992308302506?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7634707992308302506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7634707992308302506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7634707992308302506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7634707992308302506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-300236598968026300</id><published>2008-07-19T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:25:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA. took some quizzes from yuanyuan's bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Taste in Music Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourtasteinmusicsayaboutyouquiz/music-1.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your musical tastes are reflective and complex.&lt;br /&gt;You are intellectual to the point of being cerebral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open to new experiences, and even more open to new ideas and theories.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom and personal accomplishment are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are naturally sophisticated. You are drawn to art, especially art by independent artists.&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to be financially well off... and not because you were born that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;href="&lt;a&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourtasteinmusicsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Taste in Music Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-300236598968026300?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/300236598968026300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=300236598968026300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/300236598968026300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/300236598968026300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-9048382867545785927</id><published>2008-07-13T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:01:42.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if you are sad about my existence, and I wonder if I should approach you and we solve the problems together. But I am afraid we might make matters worse, and we all end up crying or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-9048382867545785927?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/9048382867545785927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=9048382867545785927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/9048382867545785927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/9048382867545785927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-wonder-if-you-are-sad-about.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8268030582596819498</id><published>2008-07-12T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:14:52.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTY GILLIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone is getting emotinal over everything these few days huh... And eelin sounded so emo on her blog. Smile, girl, if you read this. Haiz. Volleyball rocks. The competition doesn't. Horny 1 rocks, the topic doesn't. It just links up altogether. Am I thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things I wanna tell all of you, but I can't bring myself to type it all out, for the sake of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Do you see where you stand now? You have been asking me over and over again. This is my answer. It is all because of &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am trembling, and the more I tell myself not to temble, the worse the trembling gets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry if you were talking about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8268030582596819498?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8268030582596819498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8268030582596819498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8268030582596819498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8268030582596819498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-aunty-gillian-so.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8654876030262698740</id><published>2008-07-09T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:57:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. this is getting boring, don't you agree. get well qianny and hoony. found your relative today in the canteen too. also bee hoon. your close friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like ya. volleyball! we do so much better when we're not competing. but nvm, it's all in the bonding, i guess, if there's any laaaaa. went back to class, slack a while then go ITC. go in so crowded! filled with life. hurhur. then we play the clap point then bang game. vampire too. we did math hw too! and then this eugene and ahani also try to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk. slow reflexes. and before that. i am sooooo popular to the point my juniors have fallen for me. -.- no la, i anyhow say one. but they keep looking at me and laugh and say i very cute. WHERE GOT JUNIOR SAY SENIOR CUTE ONE!? ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then got one conversation went like:&lt;br /&gt;Laura: AHANI!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahani: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA. Ahani voice so cute! ( cartoon cartoon one his voice xD )]&lt;br /&gt;L: AHANI!!!&lt;br /&gt;A: What!&lt;br /&gt;M: HAHAHAHAHAHA. so cute so cute!&lt;br /&gt;L: EH! his new nickname is hahani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL HAHANI. AHANI ESA MATTHEW. so call him matthew or ahani. but since they all call him ahani so ahani it shall be, first time see his name in the attendance list i dunno wad to call. NO OFFENCE AHANI! ahani, if you ever see this, must clarify with me ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor celestine.&lt;br /&gt;poor qianhui, 40 degrees celcius. the thermometer spoil. poor thermometer ____________.&lt;br /&gt;yes, fill-in-the-blank. if nto i fill in you all say i mean. don mean lo!&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i want to fill that in.&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall not.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok. back to ITC. then i play the point clap bang game with eugene. so laggg. laggier than anyone i know, even celestne. xD he still want to try fast fast one. -.- then like totally cannot catch up with me. and then ahani also want to try. then got pattern one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Laura! see i can play with ahani with my eyes closed!&lt;br /&gt;L: HAHAHAHAHAHA. OK PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;(we started)&lt;br /&gt;M: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;A: EHHHHH! CLOSE YOUR EYES!&lt;br /&gt;M: OH YA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OK OK. (closes eyes)&lt;br /&gt;(ahani stops moving his hands)&lt;br /&gt;M: EHHHH? (OPENS EYES)&lt;br /&gt;A: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ALL: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think this is stupid. but it was seriously funny on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn: Eh larry, go parkway with me.&lt;br /&gt;Larry: For wad.&lt;br /&gt;B: buy volleyball&lt;br /&gt;L: ...&lt;br /&gt;B: buy le tmr play.&lt;br /&gt;L: (i never listen le)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno in the end got go not. and then ah! at 5+ miss muhammed came in.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. M: I am really furious. What instructions did I give to all of you?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Clean the room.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ... ( I wasn't there when he gave instructions )&lt;br /&gt;MM: Ok, so it is not up to my standard. I will be back at 5.30, and I will only release you all when it's up to my standard. ( stomps, not on purpose, out of the room )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone very obedient! first time see like that. think is cos they wan go home bahhhh. and we cleared all the micromouse the things. then they take the plate thingy stack very very very very very very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i just didnt like it cos it surpassed me. so i hit the table. one dropped. -.- an i was expecting the whole tower of it. and they dropped! thanks to bjorn, he lifted the table. and then everyone stepped back. CRASH. yeh wen got angry i guess. i got angry too. and happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they tried to stack it on the floor. we were both angry now. i wasnt very angry. but yeh wen was. FEEL HIS WRATH! -.- but he was surprisingly firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Wen: Don't stack it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Ee Sheun and co. ignores him.&lt;br /&gt;YW: I said, don't stack it there.&lt;br /&gt;Guess they realised his existence, along with his authority there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like then Ms. Muhammed came in, satisfied, let them off and had this committee meeting with us. Congratulations Laura and Jia Kang, and not forgetting Larry, one of the more gentlemen ones in ITC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. Congratulations on being promoted. and we had this boring lengthy meeting. We requested for new laptops. And more funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YW: Um, new laptops?&lt;br /&gt;MM: oh! i have to check how much we have left then.&lt;br /&gt;B: Not much.&lt;br /&gt;MM: Oh. Then you all have to win more competitions, so I can tell the VP we won, need mopre money. Like,' Oh, Mdm Tan, we have won many awards, and we are running our of funds, et cetra. ( His answer was like so structured )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went off. :D The rest is personal! ok, not personal. Just lazy to type. So long le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8654876030262698740?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8654876030262698740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8654876030262698740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8654876030262698740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8654876030262698740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3061247250710436342</id><published>2008-07-06T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:40:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been stabbed by a dagger that has been dipped in poison. Now the shirt is stained in blood and deadly poison that travels through my body slowly, killing each and every cell one by one. The body dies bit by bit, day by day. Until one day, nobody knows when, every single cell dies, the soul and spirit vanishes along with the vitality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3061247250710436342?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3061247250710436342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3061247250710436342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3061247250710436342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3061247250710436342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-been-stabbed-by-dagger-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7813344390334311159</id><published>2008-07-03T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:21:51.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;Or what I say,&lt;br /&gt;You are just never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to accept the fact,&lt;br /&gt;That I am just not as good,&lt;br /&gt;As you thought I would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Have you realised,&lt;br /&gt;How much I need you?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Without fail,&lt;br /&gt;You will put me down,&lt;br /&gt;For everything I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again,&lt;br /&gt;Without fail,&lt;br /&gt;I never succeed to make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;With anything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll try,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be disappointed again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7813344390334311159?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7813344390334311159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7813344390334311159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7813344390334311159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7813344390334311159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-you-have-known-truth-and-yet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1774444107678428290</id><published>2008-07-03T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:50:47.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, stayed back for robotics, again. wasnt that boring i guess. witht he entertainment of bjorn, larry, jiakang, not to forget tian lerk, who only knew how to bomb me with me being a useless leader. fine. he shall have the laptop, the robot, the parts, and everything else under his name. he said don wan. SUCKER. no offence. real pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, they make good entertainment if you ask me. they make u laugh and cry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;BIO.&lt;br /&gt;BIO.&lt;br /&gt;BIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i love bio.i wan yangjun sit behind me! then group work for bio maybe can be horny. =X&lt;br /&gt;theres just smth i wanna type. but it just contains _____________. fill-in-the-blank!&lt;br /&gt;so ya, shall not ype it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1774444107678428290?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1774444107678428290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1774444107678428290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1774444107678428290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1774444107678428290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/yea-stayed-back-for-robotics-again.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2819979114358491162</id><published>2008-07-02T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:19:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welllllllll. Esplanade was sorta fun I guess, I thought it would be like other trips, having to fill in some worksheet and hand in. like history and art. Too bad no need. HAHAHA. ..... nothing to post at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Day by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;My condition gets worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;And only &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Will you be there to stop me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;If I ever go berserk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2819979114358491162?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2819979114358491162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2819979114358491162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2819979114358491162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2819979114358491162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/welllllllll.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2061510507579724921</id><published>2008-07-01T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:58:16.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>qianhui says im so un-hyper these few days. am i? nope. there's mra, manty, mad, even rubber mand. but then again, yepp, maybe. -.- i dunno what im typing nowadays. is it because i didn't touch the computer for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to say, yet i have no idea how to phrase them, there's just one thing, i hide the truth. nope, don't even think about crushes, don't have. (then again, would you think i'm hiding the truth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, don't cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know I mean it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when I tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you scare me when you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2061510507579724921?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2061510507579724921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2061510507579724921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2061510507579724921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2061510507579724921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/07/qianhui-says-im-so-un-hyper-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-7963594554485315584</id><published>2008-06-25T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:21:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BIG BAD DAY. Everything went just fine, laughter, qualifications, but it just didn't feel right. Just what is wrong with me nowadays. Maybe I'm just tired. Menopause. That was for Mrs Yap, why can't I have Laura pass my homework to me. Ok, let's not talk about all this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cleaning in summer/autumn? So the dumbass sec 1s just wouldn't help out, they'd rather sit back, relax, and destroy a poor clock that's spoilt. Souldering(?sp) gun, poison, plastic, stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about today. Met at clementi, went to Ngee Ann Polytechnic, got our way there, settled down, finished the competition, went to Singpost Macs. We took 154 back, and they were linking me with Jia Kang all the way back, almost fell asleep. Eugene thinks Jia Kang is handsome. "Eh! Jia Kang like you eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I could hear him, but I just chose not to, and gave a blank stare. "Eh! You like Jia Kang! He so handsome!" and he flashed a stupid look on his face imitating Jia Kang. I thought he was hilarious, only the imitation though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip skip. Spring cleaning. The sec 1s wanted a mop, so they got it. And in the end, only Wei Jie was mopping the floor, thanks Wei Jie. And Ee Shuen(?sp) cleaned the windows fomr left to right, right to left, and then left to right again, claiming he was enjoying what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we thought he was too hardworking, he didn't want to stop He would stand in the middle of the room to look which spot/area he missed, and walked back to clean it again. Brandon took the rag away forcibly, so he would stop, and he had another rag. And he started cleaning the floor with the rag, like Cinderella. Then I didn't look on, I just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed till 6.10 or so, went to Parkway for dinner, met Ying Jie, went home, slept throughout the whole journey. And came home all grumpy and not wanting to bathe. Well, I did bathe in the end, and that was before I started typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here and continue until I have anything else to continue. There was just something I wanted to post this afternoon, but I can't recall what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-7963594554485315584?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/7963594554485315584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=7963594554485315584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7963594554485315584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/7963594554485315584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1475452408398015057</id><published>2008-06-24T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:13:44.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real..&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left to cry there, waiting outside there&lt;br /&gt;Grinnin' with a lost stare,&lt;br /&gt;That's when I decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you weren't there when I was scared&lt;br /&gt;I was so alone...&lt;br /&gt;You, you need to listen!&lt;br /&gt;I'm startin' to trip,&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin' my grip&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in this thing alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just some chick you placed beside you,&lt;br /&gt;To take somebody's place?&lt;br /&gt;When you turn around can you recognize my face..?&lt;br /&gt;You used to love me, you used to hug me&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't the case,&lt;br /&gt;Everything wasn't okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left to cry there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting outside there&lt;br /&gt;Grinnin' with a lost stare,&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you weren't there when I was scared,&lt;br /&gt;I was so alone&lt;br /&gt;You, you need to listen&lt;br /&gt;I'm startin' to trip&lt;br /&gt;I'm losin' my grip&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in this thing alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' out loud&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' out loud&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' out loud&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Open up wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you weren't there when I was scared,&lt;br /&gt; I was so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you weren't there when I was scared, I was so alone&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care, then I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you weren't there when I was scared I was so alone&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care, then I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're not goin anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I'm not dating anyone. Just part of the song. MUAHAHAHAHA. YATI. oh, she understands chinese, so we can't gossip about her in chinese. T.T That's sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1475452408398015057?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1475452408398015057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1475452408398015057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1475452408398015057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1475452408398015057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-aware-of-what-you-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-6229642645562310297</id><published>2008-06-24T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:00:31.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTZ. now all i can think of is YATI YATI YATI YATI and YATI. where got teacher give so mich homework in the first hour she meets us. -.- and totally horny day! i love my new seat. can gang on and/or with laura. and horny lessons! woots. wait no link. relink. horny leeson. and obviously horny ppl like yangjun and i were talking about the lesson. and brenda just doesnt understand. so we explained. thing like. (censored) LOL. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then yuhui just cares about laughing over everything we say. and eelin eavesdrops. and laughs. and she doesnt know how to spell bimbo. and then it goes,"watch your step... you might just fall for me."eh wait. no link. CMP was BEFORE bio. so read it all over. and read it in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking of changing my blog song. but i dunno change to what. something that describes how i feel nowadays? maybe. i shall search for the song, and the lyrics. i love the lyrics, if i choose whatever song it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that shall be all. and i feel so outdated. bye. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-6229642645562310297?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/6229642645562310297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=6229642645562310297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6229642645562310297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/6229642645562310297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/06/wootz.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5207656764892109357</id><published>2008-06-09T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:04:49.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took this from eelin's blog. Nth better to do. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. What's the connection between you and the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Granny. No need to explain la hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the battery is flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I was wide awake laughing at the retarded tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long time ago, and I think I need a good cry soon. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No partner would go well with it. Just peanut butter alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, to postpone the streaming exam till the day I die. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run in the rain, and get myself all wet and get a scolding like,"How can you get wet holding an umbrella on the rain!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. What's your favorite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOH! And Kanga and Roo. And the Earthworm from James and The Giant Peach. And also the Cadbury Teddy daddy bought for me years ago. And mickey mouse. And the dumb little doggy. And pillow. Blankie. And my little stinky pillow. And and. PSP. ERM, whatever i can squeeze on my bed. I bet you will get a shock of your life if you ever take a look at my bed. You would never expect me to be the kind of person who like hugs a teddy and sleep. And seriously, I do hug a teddy and sleep. Since I'm posting this already, the reason I stayed up during camp was partially due to my 'missing' teddy. I should have brought it along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Whats the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to look through. And as far as I remember, nobody sends me nice texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. And on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM. Click. And I ahven't finished it. No time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutal force. HAHAHAHA. I bet you know why. And speaking of bets. _l_ Blossom owes eelin $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Sians audi T.T lvling'' I know you know who sent this sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly sing. And the last time I sang was like camp. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lots of it. Like what hamburger. -.- Pepper. Still got oi. Where got people nickname is oi one. But obviously, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. What does your last received text message say? Who was it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go read one piece chap 70 to 90 plus. Damn nice. Its luffy fighting the arlong. Then you can also see how stupid luffy is." From Jiaqi. And arlong doesn't refer to mrs long, don worry. She'd be too horriblr for the artist to include her inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11plus. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, at the thought of all the holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I say I hardly ask for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I eat it from the cake. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like talking on the phone. Readers' Digest say people don't like talking on the phone because they will feel like they are actually there on the spot. VERY TRUE. No wonder I don't like to talk on the phone. I will have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel. And I gave my mum 9 missed calls at like 11pm last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, many times. But not because of love though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lousy sense of humour in some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not lah. Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Confidential. But I love the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure! Win-win what, the person you hate is gone, and you get money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034. Do you believed in the saying "talk in cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Who was the last person to lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dirty laundry, if you consider it to be a human. And it's still there now. I'll clear it later. And it's me other than my stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy. But I consider it to be crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yes. Many people saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Ok. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Many many times, of the same person. I shall not reveal who. HAHA. But all of you know this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No special reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little monsters! And Eelin, Qianhui. Laura and Ginny popped out holding hands too. And they did absolutely nothing to the cute little monster, which I (censored). Daddy and Mummy appeared too. Everyone appeared for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of me typing. And also the sound of choppers and jets flying pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk when I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed. I'm blind and oblivious to my surroundings. And Readers' Digest, once again, says that people who are blind have sharper senses, like hearing, memory, and their sense of smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I think that's stupid, it appears to me as some kind of rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like who hasn't. Recorder, piano, guitar. Does a computer keyboard count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. What was the worst idea you've had in week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish my holiday homework in this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051. What were you doing last night at 11.00pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. What song describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this kind of song one meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no lucky person whom I like. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Who always make you laughs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. And Sunny. And mum. And stupid tv characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese! Dialects too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. Are you blond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. What your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't differentiate first name, last name, and middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, people whom I love. So that they will not feel the grief over me being dead. Like the first person who dies is the most fortunate, and the happiest, because he/she will not be grief-stricken over others' death. And the last person will be the one who is the most grief-stricken, seeing everyone die one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;062.Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet, kitchen, living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into games nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many. Only those whom I wish to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065. If you've to choose between friends &amp;amp; love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing at everything you see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green, Blue, Red, Grey, White, Medium Metallic Silver, Cyan. Oh, three. LAWL. Green, Blue and White it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Whatever I feel like lor. But often, I hide my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________ Blank because I do not know what to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably keep it all to myself. But Daphne always tells me not to keep it to myself. Maybe I'll start confiding in someone soon. HAHAHAHAHAHA. But some secrets will remain untold forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently it's Blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I admire Mr Yeo. He gets all As and stuff. What a freak. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May. 26th. Now you knwo my birthday. Even though it's over I don't mind late presents you know! HAHAHA. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. What is the time now? 3.25pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your house. -.- I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill whoever walks past. LOL. I don't really do anything when I'm moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. At which age you wish to get marry? Maybe I won't. But if I will, 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Who is more important to you? Boyfriend or friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Do you think you have enough confident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be confidence bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring it down into categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family : Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends : Daphne, Eelin, Qianhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many more dreams to fufill other dreams I want. This sounds familiar. Did I type this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do well for streaming. For some whatever course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, if both parties make the effort to maintain that kind of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy la. Where got people like, love being sad. Love being hateful and all. Mst be abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely. Singapore is like burning. Everyday also like damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. What feeling you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind where you just feel lethargic and you have many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who that friend is. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Yes? No bahs. I don't think I believe in ghosts and immortals and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and Friends. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. What'll you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fist. I believe it is what I need. But I seldom fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years old, nothing much to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. What would you feel that no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap him, kick him, punch him, and most important of all, spit in his face and break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14, long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. How's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I think it's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5207656764892109357?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5207656764892109357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5207656764892109357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5207656764892109357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5207656764892109357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-took-this-from-eelins-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3169085889058972589</id><published>2008-06-04T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:04:36.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. so jus now i saw jiakang going to the staffroom so i joined him, and then mdm tan wanted us to bring the laptops up. then ms low cam along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm tan went, "ni yao na ge videocam de stand mah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wo you liang ge, ni liang ge dou yao ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok lo. liang ge dou yao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm tan hands stands over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eeeeeeee. zhe me er xin de.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni ca yi xia la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"zhe me ang zang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then ni yao wo ca meh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they move on to the next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms low goes, "zhe yang wo jiao xue sheng 12.30 meet wo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh. zhe me zao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yin wei wo pa ta men bu hui dao mah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ta men hen lei de leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then shi ji dian, ni gang cai jiang 4 dian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"na li you!? wo jiang 12.30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni jiang 4 dian de!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somehow they ended it. so we went off lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3169085889058972589?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3169085889058972589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3169085889058972589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3169085889058972589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3169085889058972589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-2119386703490996407</id><published>2008-06-02T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:32:30.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 20 people you can think of right now. Don't read the questions until you've named the 20 people. At the end of this, choose 5 people to do this.But because I can't think right now, I'll use the last twenty people I texted. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Wei Hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Eelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Celestine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Baobei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Chilli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Yangjun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yuan Yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Brenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ginny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wencong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Daphne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Renia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Wei Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14? Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my class. and we both could have met when we were babies! HAHAHAHAHAHA. cos i used to live in simei, and we live in the same block. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you never met 1? Wei Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what would I do. now that's a challenging question. how can i do anything about someone if i never met him/her. and i guess there would be less of "your weihao" or "your boyfriend" in my life, and i would be glad if everyone can stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if 9 and 20 dated? Weiyang and Yangjun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might actually work out, but then again, probably not. ok, i decided that's not gonna happen. since yangjun is with qianhui already. and weiyang has kamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will 6 and 17 date? Renia and Blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL no. but maybe if they're lesbians. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3. Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy but a nice friend to have. oh. and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 8 attractive? Chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... seen him once. but, not quite yet. =X he so quiet. totally different from the person he is on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 7. Baobei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy little idiot, but very nice person. horrible character. AHHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family members? Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, but i know she has a cute little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 18 confesses that he likes you? Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will certainly walk away and pretend nothing happened. but again, maybe i will laugh. since he's so... so... annoying. and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 speaks? wencong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. english, chinese, vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with? Yangjun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. eelin and qianhui. dont get offended though, cos it's true. i feel very mean, am i? haha, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16? Daphne&lt;br /&gt;14 lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spoke to 13? Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the day we came bavck from camp.we were laughing hysterically cos her mum came to school, and she said on the bus if her mum came to school she would die of laughter, and we saw her mum when we got off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2's favourite band/singer? eelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i know, she so fickle minded. ok lets give it a try. zac efron? click five? westlife? lol. linkin park. dunno la. marron five. thats all i know le. im an idiot when it comes to songs and singers and bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 4? Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. no? i have only seen his picture. and he is always late. by like wad, hours. and he wastes ppl's smses. like a hundred a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 1? weihao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. he's so annoying, some of the times. and he doesnt understand ppl well, be it a boy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 single? ivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly. nobody would want to date him, at least until he matures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 10's last name? yuanyuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. yeo shi yuan? or sergeant yuan yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with 11? nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. hes too tall. lol. and he has many pimples. no offence. and he just isnt my type. and and. he doesnt look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School of 3? Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cchms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live? blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have totally no idea. come to think of it. i never ask where she live before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing of 5? celestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her foolishness. her foolishness is there for a purpose. for us to laugh at her. HAHAHHAHAA. ok la. dont so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 2 naked? eelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. up till which point? HAHAHAHA. ok la. seen her in the mass bath but of course not fully naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to tag: anyone can do this. cos im outdated. and everyone has already done it. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-2119386703490996407?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/2119386703490996407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=2119386703490996407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2119386703490996407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/2119386703490996407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-20-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-4028077673644547300</id><published>2008-05-29T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:57:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. ice skating was fun, and i totally had lots of fun. -.- wad am i saying. zzz. wadeva la. we reached there at abt 12+ bah i guess. then we went in, got our skates and then dumbo dumbo. skated lo. but before we started they resurfaced the ice. so it took 20mins and we skated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that pop la. keep smsing waste my sms. wasted hundreds of it on him, ok la, not hundreds. almost a hundred in a day, jus to get him find his way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he kayu one. walk super slow. then keep asking left or right. tch. wadeva la! so easy to find he cannot find. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wadeva la. then like, we went couple skating. but jiaqi slower than us so we went ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i very lazy post the rest leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then eelin fell. cos a guy pushed her, or did he cut into her path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. either one lah. then this kayu woman also la. cut into my path still punch in the ribs. stupid kayu nehneh. then another kayu guy. push me. so i fell. why jurong ppl all so kayu one. tch. qiggie fell twice, i dunno why though. so like throughout the skating we did lots of avoiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and we got molested by this small kiddy who is like i think oni 1 metre tall. not molest la. he jus touched our legs cos he almost fell i think. once on me, once on eelin. and once right on her ass, by him again. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i betcha tuching ur ass right now. ok, maybe not, and that pop! say he's outside. in the end he ran off with his female friend to watch movie. ):&lt; pangseh us againn. so at 4 we went off. and went to macs. and qiggie and i ate mcflurry and eelin ate fries. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we bullied her, ok not actually bully but, we snatch her fries bah, when qiggie tickle her i took. and her reaction is so slow i tell you. slow slow slow. slower than hwee hoon. by the time the fry in my mouth she realise and try to hit me, like i will spit it out and return to her luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. so after that we went home. and some funny things happened on the train which i don rmb. ask eelin to post. and i reached home. slept from 7+ to 11pm, then 11.30pm to 9.28 this morning. and i'm still tired. qianhui says i sleep too much. maybe, who cares, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. im off to do smth else. oh oh! and i got blue bird in my phone i rock man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-4028077673644547300?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/4028077673644547300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=4028077673644547300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4028077673644547300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/4028077673644547300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-3759784632436422404</id><published>2008-05-27T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:34:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. was jus asking if eelin was there. and sis saw her dp, and asked who is the one on the right, and i was like "guess lo."and so she was like,"hmm, the left side the girl the mother ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taboleh tahan! eelin really look that old meh. no offense la darling. but ah... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok let's not laugh that much, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all be nice and easy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. sorry, couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's continue with smth else then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have his photo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if can show or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dunno i have blog hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, HAHAHAHAHAHA. lets get his permission first la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's not online now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, next time, and he doesn't look too bad also la huh. not very handsome also. but it wasn't as bad as i expected la. HAHAHAHAHA. whoever tmr got go then can see lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ending here. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-3759784632436422404?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/3759784632436422404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=3759784632436422404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3759784632436422404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/3759784632436422404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaha.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1880774737905357875</id><published>2008-05-26T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:40:01.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. robotics ppl. now i think maybe jiakang might be ur vice president! HAHA. good luck to having a ******* be ur vice president&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1880774737905357875?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1880774737905357875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1880774737905357875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1880774737905357875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1880774737905357875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8084930635198472698</id><published>2008-05-26T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:31:59.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Habataitara modorenai to itte&lt;br /&gt;Mezashita no wa aoi aoi ano sora&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi wa mada oboerarezu&lt;br /&gt;Setsunasa wa ima tsukami hajimeta&lt;br /&gt;Anata e to idaku kono kanjou mo&lt;br /&gt;Ima kotoba ni kawatteku&lt;br /&gt;Michi naru sekai no yume kara mezamete&lt;br /&gt;Kono hane wo hiroge tobi datsu&lt;br /&gt;Habataitara modorenai to itte&lt;br /&gt;Mezashita no wa aoi aoi ano sora&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki nuketara mitsukaru to shitte&lt;br /&gt;Furikiru hodo&lt;br /&gt;Aoi aoi ano sora&lt;br /&gt;Aoi aoi ano sora&lt;br /&gt;Aoi aoi ano sora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shippuden opening 5! damn nice~!&lt;br /&gt;and its not noisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8084930635198472698?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8084930635198472698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8084930635198472698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8084930635198472698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8084930635198472698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/05/habataitara-modorenai-to-itte-mezashita.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-5365123315135889293</id><published>2008-05-26T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:32:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AND MY SIS' FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE WHO IS TAKING THEIR 'O' LEVEL CHINESE PAPER TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PPL LIKE CHILLI, MY SIS AND MANY MORE? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JY FOR THE PAPER OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHILLI MUST GET AN A1 AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIS TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND ITS SO WEIRD, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING MAJOR HAPPENING ON MY BIRTHDAY, I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS LAST YEAR, BUT THIS YEAR, IT'S 'O' LEVEL CHINESE PAPER O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND ON HE YEAR 1994 26th May IT WAS THE OPENING OF THE NGHT SAFARI BY GOH CHOK TONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POWER RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SUCH A SPECIAL PERSON SENT DOWN TO OUR WORLD FOR SOME USE OR A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I BELIEVE ANYONE ELSE IS THE SAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST LIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E EELIN IS HERE FOR ONE PURPOSE, TO ENTERTAIN ME, IT'S A COMPLIMENT! AT LEAST THERE IS A PURPOSE. I LOVE YOU ANYWAY, DON'T FEEL DEJECTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. change topic.&lt;br /&gt;i got this from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;So many of our dreams at forst seem impossible, then they seem probable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;When i read this i thought for a bit, and i thought it was very true. HAHA. ok im off to sms ppl for the ice skating!&lt;br /&gt;this wed,&lt;br /&gt;meet at paya lebar mrt at 11am&lt;br /&gt;wif student pass produced its $11.80 per person&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. cheap hor.&lt;br /&gt;i asked mr yeo too. waiting for him to reply.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;wan go sms me ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-5365123315135889293?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/5365123315135889293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=5365123315135889293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5365123315135889293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/5365123315135889293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me-and-my-sis-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-1171088298752944189</id><published>2008-05-18T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:51:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>65th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring. lol. so like ya, right now i have nth to do. and allowed to use com, till they come back. and they meaning bro, aunt, mum, dad. they went off for the 2320 iron man w/o me! heartless. always watch shows late at night and i went only once wif them out of like a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartless ppl right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im used to it anyway. lets see if they are kind enuff to bring some popcorn back for me? but so late. maybe they will be like finish all of it. but, nvm lo. they always empty handed come back. sheesh. and im bored. end off here. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-1171088298752944189?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/1171088298752944189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=1171088298752944189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1171088298752944189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/1171088298752944189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/05/65th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673841661427528031.post-8472257611273459672</id><published>2008-05-18T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:36:27.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eew. kor just dug his nose and put the snort back in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673841661427528031-8472257611273459672?l=runawaycontagion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/feeds/8472257611273459672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673841661427528031&amp;postID=8472257611273459672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8472257611273459672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673841661427528031/posts/default/8472257611273459672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runawaycontagion.blogspot.com/2008/05/eew.html' title=''/><author><name>OngieOngie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
