<?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-2233887418998583311</id><updated>2011-08-15T01:06:40.561+08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='list'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='ps1'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='idk'/><category term='games'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='life'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='ps2'/><category term='jabbawockeez'/><category term='movie'/><category term='My God'/><category term='life music'/><category term='homo'/><category term='Asian'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='food'/><category term='crap'/><category term='acdc'/><category term='facts'/><category term='world domination'/><category term='review'/><category term='fugly'/><category term='rice'/><title type='text'>Be Thomatize</title><subtitle type='html'>Kiddies ain't welcome here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-8003813913076730256</id><published>2010-05-31T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:40:23.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>t l l has decided to breakaway and manage a blog on her own for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies Bam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop by if you want to: &lt;a href="http://jeeenius.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.jeeenius.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know, it is named very ironically.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8003813913076730256?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8003813913076730256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8003813913076730256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8003813913076730256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8003813913076730256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-6316367652227355598</id><published>2010-04-22T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:44:19.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Chinese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/S9Aoc-2-MNI/AAAAAAAACx8/gJLCR4vmoh4/s1600/cina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/S9Aoc-2-MNI/AAAAAAAACx8/gJLCR4vmoh4/s320/cina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462910826375426258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6316367652227355598?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6316367652227355598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6316367652227355598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6316367652227355598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6316367652227355598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-chinese.html' title='Learning Chinese.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/S9Aoc-2-MNI/AAAAAAAACx8/gJLCR4vmoh4/s72-c/cina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-1600144643061592623</id><published>2010-04-22T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:42:30.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/S9AoCzTVx3I/AAAAAAAACx0/-rzMayKWiHI/s1600/shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/S9AoCzTVx3I/AAAAAAAACx0/-rzMayKWiHI/s320/shark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462910376596588402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1600144643061592623?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/1600144643061592623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=1600144643061592623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1600144643061592623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1600144643061592623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2010/04/lol.html' title='LOL.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/S9AoCzTVx3I/AAAAAAAACx0/-rzMayKWiHI/s72-c/shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-2283821964957552848</id><published>2010-04-10T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:43:41.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Is this blog whose irresponsible owners have abandoned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby. Especially after vowing that I wouldn't let it die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Death is inevitable. Even for a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my Nuffnang is still stuck at RM1.25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed that I still remember the email and password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analytics shows that people visited this blog (by mistake) after googling "japanes pretty gays porn" (including spelling error) and "weirdest belly button".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sorry to have disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2283821964957552848?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2283821964957552848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2283821964957552848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2283821964957552848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2283821964957552848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2010/04/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-405781448845049911</id><published>2010-01-25T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:19:19.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Stands Are For Lazy People.</title><content type='html'>I’m so fucking lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Alan, you never get to really know anyone like that! It’s all so brief and fleeting!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A One Night Stand (ONS) is like a test-drive. A full relationship in fast-forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 PM: You see her standing near the back bar drinking Bailey’s. This is the equivalent of noticing the girl who frequents your coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30: You buy her a drink and introduce yourself and begin a conversation. You’ve just made up for 2 months of ogling Coffee Shop Girl in less than an hour. The next 20 minutes count as your first date. Make a good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45: You’re on date three or four now. You made out near the bathrooms (which is like the 3rd date sex). You’re both still lying a lot, making yourselves look better than you are, exaggerating your good qualities, hiding your eccentricities. You’re sitting at a booth with her friends now. You hate them. They hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15 AM: You’ve passed the friend-test and things are going well. You even get along with one of them in particular, Sheila, and make platonic jokes. You’re drunk on the excitement of a still fresh, still going well relationship. And also a lot of whisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:53: Your GF starts to act a little odd. She points out a gentleman in a corner booth and mentions they used to date and he never got over her and it’s kind of awkward. This is the equivalent of her sharing her first insecurity with you. You’re bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:20: Everyone is wasted. The crowd is getting thinner. Her ex tries to buy her a drink before noticing that she’s on your arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:22: She wants to leave. This is fine with you. Her friends are kind of upset that she’s not going home with them. This is the equivalent of ‘you never hang out with us since you started dating him!’ argument. If you can overcome this, she is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:40: The cab ride home. There is no metaphor for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00: You’re fooling around in the doorway and you know you’re going to have sex. You know why? Because you’ve been dating for months now and sex is a given at this point. It’s still early. Cherish this moment. It is the highpoint of the relationship. When you have sex all the time, still enjoy staring at each other, don’t hate each other yet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:33: High five bro! You didn’t use a condom because you LOVE and TRUST each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:36: She walks around your apartment naked and so do you because you’re comfortable now. Which sucks for the long run. It’s downhill from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:28: Does she really need all those covers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:04: The relationship is getting sour. You rarely have sex anymore. You both stir and are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20: After some small-talk you start fooling around again. You’re not quite sure if she wants to have morning sex. Does she ever want to have sex anymore? When did she become so frigid? She used to be so full of life. You used to out dancing, make out in bathrooms, but now, oh now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:29: Now you’re not even sure if you wanted this morning sex. Your penis wanted to but my god your body is so tired. You finish and roll off of her and you both just lie there for a second. She seems distant. Is she cheating on you? She’s totally cheating on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30: SHE’S CHEATING ON YOU AND YOU DIDN’T WEAR A CONDOM! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15: You guys don’t talk much anymore, she wants Denny’s and you want IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:38: Things are odd now. You don’t know this person. All the things you used to love about her are now things you hate. You notice all the flaws. She crunches her ice too much. Makes slightly racist comments about the Denny’s patrons. Looks older without her make-up. What do you mean you like Saosin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45: You drop her off at her place. You’ve grown too far apart. This is the break-up. You both knew this was coming though. It’s not so hard. You get her number and say you’ll ‘hit her up sometime soon’. This is the equivalent of saying ‘we should still stay friends’. You say it knowing it’s not going to happen. It’s just not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30: Though it’s over you’ll think about her a lot. Less and less each day, but for a bit, she’ll be fresh on your mind. Eventually you’ll think you’ve erased it all and you’ll run into her at the mall and exchange pleasantries and as you walk away you’ll whisper to your friend ‘we used to date, that was weird!’ (we fucked once, it was dope/weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:31: You masturbate and wonder if her old friend Sheila is seeing anyone these days. She was really awesome. Why didn’t you go for her that night so long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:46: Take a shower you fucking degenerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://lieslieslies.tumblr.com/post/344638753/one-night-stands-are-for-lazy-people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-405781448845049911?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/405781448845049911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=405781448845049911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/405781448845049911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/405781448845049911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-night-stands-are-for-lazy-people.html' title='One Night Stands Are For Lazy People.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-7288492020858556659</id><published>2009-12-07T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:25:27.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.</title><content type='html'>The first recorded mention of same-sex marriage occurs in Ancient Rome and seems to have occurred without too much debate until Christianity became the official religion. In 1989, Denmark was the first post-Christianity nation to legally recognize same-sex marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levirate marriage (where a man is obligated to marry his brother’s widow if there were no sons to care for her) is sometimes required in the Bible (as in Deuteronomy) and sometimes prohibited (as in Leviticus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many centuries, the Catholic Church argued that contraception was a sin and made the wife no better “than a harlot.” Up until 1930, many Protestant churches agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than two in five Catholics marry outside their church, twice as many as in the 1960s. There are at least one million Jewish-Christian marriages in the U.S. Two in five Muslims in America have chosen non-Muslim spouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth order can influence whether a marriage succeeds or fails. The most successful marriages are those where the oldest sister of brothers marries the youngest brother of sisters. Two firstborns, however, tend to be more aggressive and can create higher levels of tension. The highest divorce rates are when an only child marries another only child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-7288492020858556659?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/7288492020858556659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=7288492020858556659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7288492020858556659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7288492020858556659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-recorded-mention-of-same-sex.html' title='E.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4247884685256701831</id><published>2009-12-07T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:13:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Bikini.</title><content type='html'>The bikini’s history begins far back in early civilization. Based on evidence from Roman mosaics and murals, historians have long believed that the bikini was popular swimming attire for ancient Roman women. In a time when cultural and moral norms were much more lax than they are today, the bikini was right at home. However, some historians believe that the bikini was actually in existence long before ancient Rome. In recent decades, cave excavators have discovered Minoan wall paintings from approximately 1600 B.C. that show a two-piece outfit strikingly similar to the modern-day bikini (Lencek &amp; Bosker 1989). In the paintings, women involved in a type of gymnastic exercise are wearing costumes that could easily be mistaken for twentieth century bikinis. This rendition of the bikini from more than 3,600 years ago attests to its tremendous staying power in popular fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4247884685256701831?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4247884685256701831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4247884685256701831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4247884685256701831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4247884685256701831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/12/ancient-bikini.html' title='Ancient Bikini.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4127911484151662057</id><published>2009-12-07T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:00:26.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss.</title><content type='html'>Scientists believe that kissing may be a way of exchanging body salts or sebum that form relationships with parents and lovers, just as it does some birds. During mating, some birds chew food, then kiss-feed it to a prospective mate. If a bird’s sebaceous glands are removed so there is no sebum, its mate flies off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4127911484151662057?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4127911484151662057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4127911484151662057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4127911484151662057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4127911484151662057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/12/kiss.html' title='Kiss.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-7845981654702178232</id><published>2009-12-06T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:55:23.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyol.</title><content type='html'>A Toyol or Tuyul is a mythical spirit in the Malay mythology of South-East Asia (notably Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore). It is a small child spirit invoked by a bomoh (Malay witch doctor) from a dead human foetus using black magic. It is possible to buy a toyol from such a bomoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who owns a toyol uses it mainly to steal things from other people, or to do mischief. According to a well-known superstition, if money or jewellery keeps disappearing mysteriously from your house, a toyol might be responsible. One way to ward off a toyol is to place some needles under your money, for toyols are afraid of being hurt by needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that toyol has its origins from Mecca near the Kaaba (the belief refers to the Pre-Islamic Era where the Arabs used to kill their children and bury them all around Mecca. The Chinese (Cantonese) name for the toyol is guai zai (literally "ghost child"). The corresponding term in the Hokkien dialect is kwee kia with "kwee" meaning "ghost" and "kia" meaning "child".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People normally associate the appearance of a toyol with that of a small baby, frequently that of a newly born baby walking in nakedness with a big head, small hands, clouded eyes and usually greyed skin. More accurately, it resembles a goblin. It can be seen by the naked eye without the use of magic, though they are unlikely to be spotted casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a toyol has its price. In essence, the spirit is that of a still-born (or aborted) child, and its temperament reflects this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to most Asian practices and beliefs, the afterlife of a person is taken care of by the family, in the form of a tablet. It is usually made of wood, with the name of the deceased engraved. A collection of tablets at an elaborate family altar is a typical item in a large (and often wealthy) family. Following the same principle, the master of the toyol keeps its tablet and cares for it. He must feed it with a few drops of his blood everyday, usually through his thumb or big toe. In addition, it requires certain coaxing and attention, along with offerings. Such offerings might include candy and toys, for the toyol is essentially a child and must be kept happily entertained. According to other stories, a toyol must be fed with blood from a rooster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In old village tales, people keep toyols for selfish but petty gains. They use such spirits for theft, sabotage and other minor crimes. Serious crimes, like murder, are usually beyond the capability of these toyols. A person who suddenly becomes wealthy without explanation might be suspected of keeping a toyol. The toyol is kept in a jar or an urn, and hidden away in a dark place until needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens at the end of the "contract" is not very clear. It could be that the tablet, along with the urn, is buried in a graveyard (with the relevant rituals), and the spirit is then laid to rest. An alternative method is to dispose them in the sea. Or else, a toyol gets passed down in a family through the generations. This seems to suggest that once you obtain a toyol, not only are you stuck with it for the rest of your life, but all your descendants will also be condemned to own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although seemingly cunning, toyols are supposedly not very intelligent. It is said that they are easily deceived by marbles,beans and sand and strands of garlic hanging on the door post or placed on certain parts of the house. The toyol will start playing with these items until it forgets its task at the intended victim's house. Money placed under mirrors has the potentcy to ward off toyols due to a phobia of their reflections.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-7845981654702178232?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/7845981654702178232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=7845981654702178232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7845981654702178232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7845981654702178232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/12/toyol.html' title='Toyol.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4720701973713422102</id><published>2009-11-30T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:48:13.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the world's a stage</title><content type='html'>for morons to dance on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely forcing myself to blog since it's two in the morning and I bored stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, that Satan dude sounds like a nice guy, but instead of using a black background (which would totally reinforce the bad image Satan already has), the webmasters should use a colour such as pink! No one would suspect a website donning the colour pink would be evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to rant. Oh-so-badly. It's not my problem and yet, I feel as though playing the pacifist is not the best thing to do right now. The idiotic turn of events is crazily ironic. If my irony meter was real, it would have overshot itself and died from an overdose. Everything is blown out of proportion. It was a teeny problem. A problem everyone has been through and will undoubtably face more of in the future. And yet, it/he did a publicity stunt and it's got more than its fair share of attention. From both involved and uninvolved people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGNORE. Nothing beneficial will come out from thinking about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I've realized that the only emotions I've displayed on this blog is dissatisfaction. BUT that's does not mean I am a perpetually angry person! It's just that to me, anger is such a great inspiration :)&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be, that whenever I'm happy, I DON'T BLOG. It's that simple! What you see, is not always the whole story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4720701973713422102?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4720701973713422102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4720701973713422102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4720701973713422102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4720701973713422102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-worlds-stage.html' title='All the world&apos;s a stage'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-8837681677392494566</id><published>2009-11-28T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:37:45.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making A Commitment To Satan.</title><content type='html'>This is.. Wau. Am so random. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I as many souls as there be stars, I'd give them all for Mephistopheles!"&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Faustus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please read the Frequently Asked Questions at the bottom of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when I make a formal commitment to Satan?&lt;br /&gt;Satan looks out for his own. Satan gives us an inner strength and we become very strong in spirit. Unlike right hand path religions, where adherents are forever praying and searching for their god, Satan comes to us on his own. Many times, we can feel him. He comes to guide us when we get down, worried, or are experiencing problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He snaps us into line and directs us as to what we need to do to be focused and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foundation of Spiritual Satanism is in our finishing Satan's work upon humanity. This is the goal of the godhead, and is accomplished through power meditation. Humanity is currently at a very low level spiritually. When we begin to meditate, we experience profound positive changes within our lives. Satan and his Demons (The Original Gods) protect us and look out for us as we transform and achieve personal power. With Satan, we have protection that outsiders do not have. We can advance in the powers of the mind and soul as far as we wish. For outsiders, this can prove dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan also gives us knowledge. "I lead to the straight path without a book."&lt;br /&gt;As we transform and grow, our lives change for the better and we are much happier. We learn through Satan how to take control of our own lives and destiny instead of being at the mercy of fate. We learn to heal ourselves, and to fulfill our own desires, using the powers of our mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In making a commitment, we engage a formal ritual. This is done out of free will. We are making a choice, as opposed to being dragged off to some Christian church, and reciting canned prayers (stolen and corrupted from Eastern mantras) in front of a bunch of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; With knowledge and research, we can prove beyond all doubt that the nazarene, "jehova" and ilk are all fictitious characters, stolen from and corrupted concepts to remove all spiritual knowledge so that a "chosen" few can rule the world using powers of the mind and soul. For further information, please visit www.exposingchristianity.c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;om&lt;br /&gt;Because so many have been forcefully indoctrinated with these characters, and what they stand for (Enemies of Satan), we renounce them permanently in the dedication ritual. This proves to be psychologically healthy and liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initiation ritual is very personal, unless you decide to have friends participate, or are doing it as part of a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 1 or more black, blue or red candles (as many as you like)&lt;br /&gt;   * A sterilized needle or razor&lt;br /&gt;   * A piece of clean paper, large enough to write the prayer below&lt;br /&gt;   * A dry pen, where you sign your name in blood (dip the ip of the pen in your blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the following prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the almighty and ineffable God Satan/Lucifer and in the presence of all Demons of Hell, who are the True and the Original gods, I, (state your full name) renounce any and all past allegiances. I renounce the false Judeo/Christian god Jehova, I renounce his vile and worthless son Jesus Christ, I renounce his foul, odious, and rotten holy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proclaim Satan Lucifer as my one and only God. I promise to recognize and honor him in all things, without reservation, desiring in return, his manifold assistance in the successful completion of my endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to bathe before any rituals you perform, this is done out of respect. When you are ready, you can light the candle. Take the needle, prick the index finger of your left hand, squeeze some blood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign your name in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recite the prayer either aloud or in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold the paper and let it burn in the fire of the candle. Many of us have stayed and meditated until the candle had burned itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the ritual, close with the words "So mote it be." And a Big "HAIL SATAN!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently Asked Questions/concerns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can I perform the ritual more than once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;NO! Satanic rituals are real and binding. The ritual should only be done ONE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I performed the ritual. I could barely get any blood on the paper, is the ritual still valid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;YES!! The amount of blood does not matter, this is only a formality. What is in our hearts and what our intentions are, are much more important than the amount of blood in our signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can I reverse the ritual at a later date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;Satanic rituals, unlike the rituals in other religions, are real and permanent. I received a very small number of letters from people who were confused and harassed by Christians. One person performed a reverse ritual and Satan left him. Totally. Satan does not push himself on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Christians are deceived. They believe their "God" to be "loving" and "forgiving." In truth, this monster is a spiteful, hateful attacker of human beings. When one is with Satan, one is always under his protection. He looks out for us and we enter a new life where we no longer have the worries that others endure. Things are not perfect, but they are always much better. Satan does not punish people who reject him, he simply leaves and one is left all alone to endure the torments of the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people wrote to me because after several months, they were begging for Satan to take them back. The enemy did absolutely nothing for them. All were extremely regretful they ever left and very desperate to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am under-age and my parents would cause me serious problems if they ever caught me doing a Satanic ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;If there is absolutely no way you can perform the ritual without placing yourself in danger, you can perform it in your astral temple.&lt;br /&gt;You can do the above ritual when you are older. Performing the dedication on the astral is every bit as valid as doing it physically. Satan is very understanding concerning teens who are forced into accepting Christianity while living at home and being underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am underage, living in a Christian home and my parents force me to go to church and participate in Christian sacraments. Can I still do the dedication? Will Satan be angry with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can still perform the ritual. Satan understands. As long as you are loyal to him in your heart, he will not be angry with you. Those of you under 18 are not free. There is no need to reveal your allegiance to Satan to anyone. What is in your heart is more important than anything else. Satan advises us in the Al-Jilwah not to reveal our religion to outsiders if it will cause us harm in any way, this is especially important for teens. Just renounce the Christian "God" in your mind if you are forced to participate in any of his garbage. Satan understands it can be downright dangerous, and in some cases even life-threatening for teens living in Christian homes to reveal their allegiance to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I performed the dedication ritual several years ago, at midnight on the evening of April 30th. My life over these past few years has drastically changed for the better. I have found blissful happiness and profound joy as I have never experienced before. I have no doubts that Satan/Lucifer is the Creator God of humanity. There are no words to express my deepest love for him. He has touched me to tears many, many times and has blessed me and my family profusely. I strongly encourage everyone to perform the commitment ritual. I have never known a more beautiful, loving, magnificent being as my beloved Father Satan. Exhalted be His Name and May He Reign Forever!! -High Priestess Maxine Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/empire/serpentis666/SATANIC.html" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mpire/serpentis666/SATANIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.html&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/2233887418998583311-8837681677392494566?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8837681677392494566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8837681677392494566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8837681677392494566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8837681677392494566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-commitment-to-satan.html' title='Making A Commitment To Satan.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-2857723995399184763</id><published>2009-11-26T08:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:51:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Pulls trigger on tll-&lt;br /&gt;Boom!&lt;br /&gt;Water blassstttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sw3QmTdEepI/AAAAAAAACxk/miceBBGDqDM/s1600/indian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sw3QmTdEepI/AAAAAAAACxk/miceBBGDqDM/s400/indian.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408208084017642130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sw3QmssjpKI/AAAAAAAACxs/oLY4v2ii85k/s1600/indians.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sw3QmssjpKI/AAAAAAAACxs/oLY4v2ii85k/s400/indians.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408208090793485474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2857723995399184763?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2857723995399184763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2857723995399184763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2857723995399184763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2857723995399184763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/racism.html' title='Racism.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sw3QmTdEepI/AAAAAAAACxk/miceBBGDqDM/s72-c/indian.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-382231345981357811</id><published>2009-11-25T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:13:17.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember remember the fifth of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gunpowder, treason and plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see no reason why gunpowder, treason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should ever be forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics refer to Guy Fawkes  - origins in 17th century English history&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th November 1605 Guy Fawkes was caught in the cellars of the English Houses of Parliament with several dozen barrels of gunpowder, Guy Fawkes was subsequently tried as a traitor for plotting against the government and then&lt;br /&gt;executed. The form of the execution was one of the most horrendous ever practised (hung ,drawn and quartered) reflecting the serious nature of the crime. This nursery rhyme served to ensure that this form of treason would never be forgotten hence the words " Remember , remember the 5th of November" sometimes referred to as 'Please to remember the fifth of November'. It serves as a warning to each new generation that treason would never be forgiven or forgotten. In England the 5th of November is commemorated each year with fireworks and bonfires culminating with the burning of effigies of Guy Fawkes (the guy) by children on the top of the bonfire. The 'guys' are made by the children by stuffing old clothes with newspapers to look like a man - it is traditional for British children to display their 'guys' to passers by asking for " A penny for the guy". The money received to be spent on fireworks for Bonfire Night (or Guy Fawke's night) celebrations on 5th November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-382231345981357811?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/382231345981357811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=382231345981357811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/382231345981357811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/382231345981357811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-remember.html' title='Remember, remember.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-287788922996919492</id><published>2009-11-25T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:11:34.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i should be shot guilty for not updating this baby for a few months. Sorry lebam ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, it seems that some people have discovered this blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;helluuu there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brain short-circuits whenever I open this page. Nevertheless, i shall try to update something. But I hate talking about my painfully routinely lifestyle. Especially today, although today isn't routine, it's still disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;screw it la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exams have been over for a few weeks and the next one is looming ahead in January. Edexcel is simply so friendly ain't it? GAHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got so much work for the college magazine, it's sucking up my youth. I might end up looking as scary as Edward Cullen. sullen cheeks, pale face and eye bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Twilight eww. Or as kayhwa as corrects, "New Moon". Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When lanna and I were criticizing Bella's nose and Jacobs freaky eyes, a couple of teenage (presumed) fanboys were glaring at us. Twihards are scary as they are rabid.  Well duh. When they are rabid, they are already scary. Twilight just ain't a book, it's their religion haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh well. So long as it sells, its literature won't matter right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry, I'm not qualified to insult it since I haven't read it. But, I've watched the movie ahah! So I am basing all my insults on the movie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I justified to insult it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just kidding. I'm entitled to my own opinion, and I say it terrible from what I can tell. I'll read it someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-287788922996919492?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/287788922996919492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=287788922996919492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/287788922996919492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/287788922996919492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-in-black-2.html' title='Back in Black 2'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-3733691776216137886</id><published>2009-11-25T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:01:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpty Dumpty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.&lt;br /&gt;All the King's horses, And all the King's men&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't put Humpty together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was Humpty Dumpty?&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty was a colloquial term used in 15th century England to describe someone who was fat or obese - giving rise to lots of theories pertaining to the identity of Humpty Dumpty. However, in this case the question should be not Who was Humpty Dumpty but What was Humpty Dumpty? Humpty Dumpty was in fact an unusually large canon which was mounted on the protective wall of "St. Mary's Wall Church" in Colchester, England. It was intended to protect the Parliamentarian stronghold of Colchester which was in the temporarily in control of the Royalists during the period of English history, described as the English Civil War ( 1642 - 1649). A shot from a Parliamentary canon succeeded in damaging the wall underneath Humpty Dumpty causing the canon to fall to the ground. The Royalists 'all the King's men' attempted to raise Humpty Dumpty on to another part of the wall but even with the help of ' all the King's horses' failed in their task and Colchester fell to the Parliamentarians after a siege lasting eleven weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3733691776216137886?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3733691776216137886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3733691776216137886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3733691776216137886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3733691776216137886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/humpty-dumpty.html' title='Humpty Dumpty.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-6959323783472495095</id><published>2009-11-05T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:57:33.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah William Winchester Mystery House Haunted?</title><content type='html'>Why would someone build a staircase that ends at the ceiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason one lady did is because she believed that if she ever stopped building her house, she would be plagued by ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was Sarah Winchester, heiress of the Winchester Arms fortune, and her house in Santa Clara Valley, California, is now a museum. She believed she was haunted by the ghosts of the people her family's weapons had killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medium told her that the ghosts would leave her alone if she made a house for them. As long as her house was still 009 being built, the ghosts would let her be. So, she kept building and building. The house has 160 rooms, doors that open into blank walls, and windows that look into other rooms in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is decorated with beautiful stained glass and has gold and silver doorknobs, hinges, and faucets. For 38 years, the house was never finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day Sarah Winchester died, additional rooms were still being built.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6959323783472495095?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6959323783472495095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6959323783472495095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6959323783472495095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6959323783472495095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/sarah-william-winchester-mystery-house.html' title='Sarah William Winchester Mystery House Haunted?'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5971510380338933335</id><published>2009-11-04T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:38:27.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy From Nowhere.</title><content type='html'>On a spring afternoon in May, 1823, a youth appeared out of nowhere, staggering along the streets of Nuremburg, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked to be taken to the military fort, where he handed the officer in charge two letters that said his first name was Casper and that he was 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters requested that the captain keep the boy until he was 17 and could join the army. The letters were later discovered to be fake, but during all the time the boy lived, nobody ever found out who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few years of his new life, he would eat only black bread and water. The smell of cooking made him ill. He could neither read nor write, but within a told the story of his early life, saying that he had lived in a dark cell and had been fed on bread and water once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why he was released, he didn't know. When the story was publicized all over Europe, people became eager to solve the mystery of the boy from nowhere, but nobody ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was 22, he died from a stab wound. To this day, nobody knows if it was murder or suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5971510380338933335?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5971510380338933335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5971510380338933335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5971510380338933335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5971510380338933335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-from-nowhere.html' title='The Boy From Nowhere.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-3089967293454173757</id><published>2009-11-03T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:24:09.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Teach.</title><content type='html'>Blackbeard the Pirate used to put lighted matches under his hat so he could enjoy the sound and smell of his hair burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbeard's real name was Edward Teach. He was born around 1680 in Bristol, England. From a very young age he wanted to be a pirate. In order to learn his "trade," he became an apprentice to another famous pirate, Benjamin Hornigold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Edward Teach had learned enough about sailing, robbing, and murder to be able to go out on his own. His favorite hunting ground became the seas off the coast of North and South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He captured so many ships that his fame spread around the world. People everywhere were terrified of him. Finally, in 1718, the governor of Virginia, Alexander Spotswood, sent ships to the place at which the pirate repaired his boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbeard was surprised and killed. He was called Blackbeard because of the fierce growth of black hair that covered his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ladies must have liked his beard. He was married 14 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3089967293454173757?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3089967293454173757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3089967293454173757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3089967293454173757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3089967293454173757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/edward-teach.html' title='Edward Teach.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-3760678099702404239</id><published>2009-11-02T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:27:08.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>Pokemon seizures.</title><content type='html'>On Dec. 17, 1997, an episode of "Pokemon" was aired on Japanese television that induced seizures in hundreds of people throughout the country of Japan. The ages of those affected ranged from 3 to 58 years old. Ironically, the TV news reports played the perpetrating scene excerpt of flashing red lights, causing even more people to be afflicted with epileptic-type symptoms, in case they had missed the first one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3760678099702404239?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3760678099702404239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3760678099702404239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3760678099702404239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3760678099702404239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/pokemon-seizures.html' title='Pokemon seizures.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-3564509466457040973</id><published>2009-11-02T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:24:58.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>Maple Syrup Urine Disease.</title><content type='html'>Maple Syrup Urine Disease is a genetic disorder characterized by an infant with sweet-smelling urine with an odor similar to that of maple syrup. Infants with this disease seem healthy at birth but if left untreated suffer severe brain damage and eventually die. Maple Syrup Urine Disease is caused by a deficiency of a certain metabolic enzyme. The deficiency leads to a toxic buildup of branched-chain amino acids (leucine, isoleucine, and valine) in the blood and urine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3564509466457040973?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3564509466457040973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3564509466457040973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3564509466457040973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3564509466457040973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/11/maple-syrup-urine-disease.html' title='Maple Syrup Urine Disease.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-6059803440582903086</id><published>2009-11-02T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:50:18.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>Nitroglycerin Condom.</title><content type='html'>A medical development includes a small amount of nitroglycerin in the tip of a new Durex condom to stimulate erection during intercourse. "The CSD500 condom contains a chemical in its teat, called glyceryl trinitrate (GTN), which is absorbed by the skin and causes blood vessels to dilate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6059803440582903086?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6059803440582903086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6059803440582903086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6059803440582903086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6059803440582903086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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helmet during training exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the constable said was so 'offended and humiliated' by the request he felt 'increasingly stressed with his heart rate quickening and his breath shortening.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claimed he was also forced into walking through fire as part of another exercise even though he feared the task might break his strict code of Sikh practise by singeing his beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene from the Only Fools and Horses episode, Modern Men, in which Del Boy makes Rodney wear a turban-style motorcycle crash helmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When officers suggested he get a modfied turban, Mr Singh said he felt like he was in a famous epsiode of the TV sitcom in which Del Boy Trotter took a delivery of 200 crash turbans - helmets with cloth wrapped around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the show, millions laughed as Del Boy - played by Sir David Jason - claimed the crash turbans were the 'essential accessory for fashion-conscious, motorbike-riding Sikhs throughout Peckham.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incidents with the turban led PC Singh to attend hospital accident and emergency departments twice with high pulse rate and blood pressure plus panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he complained to his superiors about his treatment, he claimed one sergeant challenged him 'aggressively' as if 'the turban was a trivial matter', telling him: 'This is what you signed up for.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://infidelsunite.typepad.com/counter_jihad/2009/09/sikh-policeman-suing-his-force-for-racism.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6591886324378938328?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6591886324378938328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4549825679418843547</id><published>2009-08-22T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:55:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.</title><content type='html'>eh. damn dead man this blog.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HAVE COLLEGE ZOMGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LEBAM ARE HAVING EXAMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday la... when i have a mood to talk shit and wonder and ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this calls for a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry non-existent readers. but i feel like the blogging zest i once had is now gone.&lt;br /&gt;this baby is gonna die a quiet death. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4549825679418843547?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4549825679418843547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4549825679418843547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4549825679418843547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4549825679418843547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh.html' title='eh.'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-1994110664091188691</id><published>2009-07-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:43:48.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uji minda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sm8Ob4mEKjI/AAAAAAAACxM/5GmvvSJd6WU/s1600-h/aaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sm8Ob4mEKjI/AAAAAAAACxM/5GmvvSJd6WU/s400/aaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363521553432848946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sml17OQc-OI/AAAAAAAACxE/A8qRNNHURng/s400/hell.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361946491661121762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-144259358580436717?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/144259358580436717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=144259358580436717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/144259358580436717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/144259358580436717'/><link rel='alternate' 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"&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hannity &amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Colmes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;," October 3, 2006, that has been edited for  clarity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALAN COLMES, CO-HOST:&lt;/strong&gt; Members of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="javascript:siteSearch('Westboro%20Baptist%20Church');"&gt;Westboro Baptist  Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of Topeka, Kansas, have been protesting at military funerals  since June of last year carrying signs with anti-gay slogans. Yesterday, they  announced they were planning to protest the funerals of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:siteSearch('Amish%20schoolgirls');"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Amish&lt;/span&gt; schoolgirls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  shot to death to death in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, earlier this week, but they  have since changed their plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With us now from Westboro Baptist Church is Shirley Phelps-Roper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You changed your plans because Mike Gallagher has offered you airtime on his  radio show, because you want to get your message out. What is that message?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIRLEY PHELPS-ROPER, WESTBORO BAPTIST CHURCH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The message  is that God has put a standard in the earth. He expects his creatures to obey  it. If you obey, he'll bless you. If you don't, he'll curse you. America has  sent away her day of grace. America is doomed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/strong&gt; You're giving me  what sounds like a bunch of talking points. Why would you cause more pain to  this community, the Amish community, which, if so not even involved in so much  what is considered modern day and these families who have suffered? Do you have  any sense of how much additional pain you would be causing these families by  protesting at the funeral of these young girls?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; There isn't any way to  fix that situation for them. It's not going to be any less painful if we are  there or aren't there. They did that to themselves. And you say they're not  involved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; What do you mean they did  that to themselves?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; I mean, they sit over  to there and create their own form of righteousness, instead of...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; Did those girls deserve to  be killed?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, they did get  killed, and they did that. Who controls the hearts of men? It was at the hand of  an angry God those girls are dead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; Did they deserve to die?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They did deserve to  die.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; How you can possibly make a  statement like that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because that's exactly  what happened, and it happened at the hand of the lord your God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; How can you possibly say  that — how can you possibly say that young girls who have done nothing wrong,  who are innocent, who are just a few years old, who have never sinned, who have  never done anything, deserve to die? How could you possibly make a statement  like that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You told me that you  serve the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob who says that when Adam sinned all  sinned. There are no innocent human beings. And the parents...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You know, you protest  funerals of soldiers. You protest funerals of anybody who seems — dies under any  circumstances. Anybody who is not a member of your church is a sinner and is  hated by God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't go to — anyone  who is not — if you don't serve God…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; Who serves God besides  people in your church?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, you tell me. I  don't see anyone on the landscape in America.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; Nobody except people in your  church, which is basically your family. A few hundred members of your family are  the only people on earth who serve God, and everybody else deserves to die?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You need to get out on  these streets and warn your neighbors that your sin is taking him to hell,  fulfilling the royal law to love your neighbor as yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;SEAN HANNITY, CO-HOST:&lt;/strong&gt;  Shirley, you really are a sick woman. You are a sick.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; Slight cold but thank  you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; Twisted human being. Where  is your soul that you come on the air and as young innocent girls are going to  die and you're going to — you're going to open up the family's wound and pour  salt on it? Where is your heart? Where is your soul? Where's your compassion?  Where's your love?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our message is for the  living, and that is the only loving thing to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; What about the living  families that lost their daughter?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; They did that to  themselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, because some animal  killed them in cold blood. The families didn't do it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who controls the  hearts of men?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; Do you sin? Did you ever  commit adultery? Did you ever sin?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; Did you ever lust in your  heart? Did you ever get angry? Did you ever sin?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; And that — you've got  the deck chairs on the Titanic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever sinned, Miss  Perfect here?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, you know  that I have sinned, and that's not the point.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; You have. So you're a  sinner. When you die, would you deserve to die?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, of course all of  us deserve to die. But I'm not the one who did die and my message is for those  living people who brought that pain upon themselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is what I see about  you, Shirley.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They need to obey the  commandments of the lord their God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your entire life is — is  now sort of focused on bringing pain to other people: The families of innocent  girls who died. The families of innocent soldiers who died. God hates fags, is  what…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Innocent? Throw that  word around. It has no definition when you get done with it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More innocent than you.  They didn't sin like you admit you sinned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those children...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; What did they do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... those children  were killed at the hands of a raging mad God to punish those families, to punish  the state of Pennsylvania, because you've got a governor in that state got on  FOX News and lambasted us because we serve God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And you want to do — and  you want to...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; And then you've got  those people in Pennsylvania who think they can sue us and fix this problem?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; Because you — hang on a  second. Because you didn't like &lt;a href="javascript:siteSearch('Ed%20Rendell');" _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b _extended="true"&gt;Ed Rendell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and what he said, you're  now going to protest at the funerals to bring pains to the families?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To connect the dots.  To connect the dots from point A, your filthy manner of life and your rebellion  against God...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What are your sins, Miss  Perfect?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... and conduct  against the servants of God, to point B, the dead children.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to know what your  sins are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not going to talk  to you about any such thing. I don't glory in my shame like you seem to want to  do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, I just find this  amazing that everyone else is a big sinner but you, and you admit to being a  sinner.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Obey the commandments  of the lord your God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which ones did you  break?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Obey the commandments  of the lord your God. You don't fix this by saying two wrongs make a right.  That's what you seem to be saying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, but...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; That you may not say  what God requires of you. If you don't, what?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You know what I'm saying?  I'm speaking to our audience beyond you because you're brain dead. What I'm  saying to you is you are a soulless, thoughtless, mean...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; Thoughtless?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... mean, human being.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; Thoughtless? We go out  here year after year after year on our own to warn this nation that if you obey  God he'll bless you. Why don't you just try it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; Now listen very  closely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just try it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Listen to what I'm  saying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just try it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; Here's what I'm trying to  tell you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; Obey the commandments  of the lord your God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OK, I got that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; And get his  blessings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; Now you spoke.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; There is only one  remedy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now you listen to me.  Here's what your remedy is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; You repent like the  men of Nineveh or you, this nation s doomed. You think it's bad so far, you're  going to find bodies stacked up so that you can't even bury them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You — you are a religious  nut.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; Then you will  obey.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;HANNITY:&lt;/b&gt; You are a religious...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; We've got to run. Do you  deserve to die, too?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; All of us do. Every  one of us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God is going to smite you at  some point?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; No, I said we all  deserve to die, but the mercy of God to his people that serve him is what  prevails.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't even — I can't even  — we've got to take a break. I can't get mad at you, because you're so  pathetic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; Look, honey...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; And what you're saying is so  horrible and mean-spirited.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt; You can do that and  call me names. It doesn't fix it. You have got the wrath of God pouring out on  your head. You need to fix that by obeying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" _extended="true"&gt;COLMES:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you for the  lecture.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" _extended="true"&gt;PHELPS-ROPER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Repent like the men of  Nineveh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3PyoUPcobA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3PyoUPcobA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UMP3AK5jwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6UMP3AK5jwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;Many hellos. It's been long since a blog post aye? fret not, i have something interesting to speak about todai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;read/watch the above interview?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;now tell me? how sick is that woman? That woman claims that Amish school children are being punished because they have a different outlook on life. This Westborough Church is so narrow minded that it believes that everything that ISN'T them, is a SIN. Being GAY is a sin, fighting in WAR is a sin, having different beliefs is a SIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;hence they picket at funerals and hurt the feelings of the relatives of the deceased&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;"thank god for 9/11" "thank god for Aids"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;wtf?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;If this is THEIR God's way of punishing ppl, im can only say that their God is a ruthless one. This God approves of killing off people who are different. Hence, killing off people is in some way GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;This religion give other religions a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;This is an example of something gone wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;i've mentioned before that i think that religion is needed to define what is good and wrong at some point. My friend also told me that there was a study that concluded that human beings are bound to create an image of a superior being no matter what. must be because it's difficult to deal with life not knowing why you're placed on the face of the planet. So God is their anchor in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;Perception of good and bad is due to societal conditioning. Technically, we ONLY think that killing stealing and whatnot is bad due to upbringing... it so happens that religion in this world says that killing is wrong. a long time, people had human sacrifices because their religion and beliefs requires it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;who knows? maybe in some other world it aint wrong. then you say, yerrr how can? killing is definitely bad... if you're thinking that, it's a perfect example of societal conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;Ok, i'm not telling you to go off and kill people just because i say it isnt completely wrong.. By the rules of OUR world, it's wrong. we live in this world, so we have to LIVE BY ITS RULES. complaining? go jump off a roof or teleport yourself into another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;Westboro Church hates America for supporting gay marriages. Therefore, every disaster that strikes America is God's smite. To them that's wrong and bad, while i personally don't see what's wrong. well, im agnostic after all :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;But i hate being vague about good and bad. makes everything more complicated... since i live in this world, i'm going to say that i think WESTBORO CHURCH IS FCKED UP! they say that dead people bring death upon themselves! Dead soldiers deserves to die because America allows gay marriages. IT IS NOT COLLECTIVE RESPONSIBLITY. A man SHOULD NOT be punished for another man's sins!! it's ridiculous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;urgh.. they make me wanna puke. religious nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p _extended="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1212957157115813698?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/1212957157115813698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=1212957157115813698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1212957157115813698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGjMk0cqUzI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gGjMk0cqUzI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1OUAPNyx08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1OUAPNyx08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-885641998087911051</id><published>2009-06-26T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:24:53.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come one come all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;urgh.. my mind is all blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like so goddamn blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was gonna blog about how sick this vid made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watch this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qOP8uykp0Mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qOP8uykp0Mk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i'd just be repeating myself again about how much i hate the fact that almost all celebrities in Korea and Japan are based on pretty faces. I mean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;NINE GIRLS FOR A SONG??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; aw c'mon! and they look the same to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i don't wanna bore you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;although 1 month holiday of shit to do is already killing me. fcking killing my brain cells dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;all this is making me feel super bitter man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bitter bitter bitter bitter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i won't grow into a spinster with 27 cats no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;INSTEAD I'LL RANT IT HERE ON THIS MUTHAFCKING BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DAMN RIGHT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I HATE HARRY POTTER RARRWRWR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so random i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was still young and naive, i use to read harry potter (i didnt love it though). i didn't mind it, i thought it was hmm not bad ya know.&lt;br /&gt;but after the 4th book, it went downhill all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid Harry Potter with his raging hormones and angsty attitude!&lt;br /&gt;and then there was Dumbledork, with his lectures and preaching on how love saved Harry Pottah from whoever. how love from his momma formed a shield of affection from whoever. how love kept him alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FUCK THAT SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what kind of stupid plot device is that?? LOVE? you have gotta be kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's like, for every unexplained thing that happened in the damn story is because of love! super anti-climax, i tell you. so frikin sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me that someone jumped in front of Harry and saved him.&lt;br /&gt;tell me that Harry had some kind of hidden ass-kicking power.&lt;br /&gt;tell me that Voldemort actually had some gay feelings for Harry, and his lust restricted him from killing Harry and all he ever wanted to do with him was S&amp;amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING BUT LOVE. it's a serious let down honestly! When all the books come down to one LAME REASON THAT IS CALLED LOVE. even Little Red Riding Hood story isnt that pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, all fantasy novels never appealed to me for some strange reason. the only one that ever did was Artemis Fowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i hate it when love is an excuse for anything that cant be answered!&lt;br /&gt;it's like RELIGION. it makes no FCKING SENSE. and people jst accept it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda understand the importance of religion.&lt;br /&gt;without religion, people wouldnt know what's right from wrong? i mean, how would anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is stealing some food wrong? we need it to live. stealing itself is work, and the food would be reward right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at it from every aspect, there's suddenly no borders between good or bad. the person could be stealing to feed his starving family for all you know. you wouldnt know. no one would. so what makes a person bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF everyone thought like tht, everyone would then have a veli nice excuse to go stealing and killing. like the frikkin Zaman Jahiliah where everyone thought it was okay to bury baby girls coz girls disgrace families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then someone comes along and says it's all bad. They scare people into thinking bad equates to hell. People are then afraid of eternal boiling pit of doom and start to repent. d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what religion is. a guideline to how to live our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY DO I HATE RELIGION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the persistence of it all! why are there so many religions for the same purpose?? what does worshipping have to do with goodwill and shit?? What's with all the stupid traditions and nonsensical believes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO DUN UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's to strengthen people's believe in the religion. i wouldnt know! APATHY IS MY RELIGION :DD jk la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, basically i jst hate it when people start pushing moral values on me and tell me how much i've sin and shit. and then they talk about things like heaven and hell, adam and eve, virgins waiting for me in heaven, being reborn as a pig and bla bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;jst tell people to do good man, not a storytelling session!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okai, the point of this post is not to tell people to do good or bad stuff. jst spilling my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh PS: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOGGER SUCKS BIG TIME. DANIEL RADCLIFFE IS UGLAY. THAT BUNCH OF DANCING AND SINGING GIRLS SUCKS. I HATE BALL-LESS PRETTY BOYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take my leave now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell hath no fury like a raging fangirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-885641998087911051?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/885641998087911051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=885641998087911051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/885641998087911051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/885641998087911051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-one-come-all.html' title='come one come all'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-5709980374177556946</id><published>2009-06-24T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:51:37.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher : What happened to everyone? Where's J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher : A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher : H?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Ahini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher : P?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: Everyone's a goner don't ask anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5709980374177556946?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5709980374177556946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5709980374177556946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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are the bomb for boring hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/krubberarmman0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/krubberarmman0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/sneak0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Kris/sneak0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/superhero0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/superhero0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicnewshite1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 473px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicnewshite1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicwadofmoney1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicwadofmoney1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homo'/><title type='text'>Homophobia is Gay</title><content type='html'>This one goes out to every boy bullied after school&lt;br /&gt;Because he kissed his boyfriend in public&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to every girl that their father won`t look at&lt;br /&gt;Because he caught her holding hand in the mall with her girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;This is for every father who isn`t allowed to see his child&lt;br /&gt;Because he`s married to another man, and his child`s mother is homophobic&lt;br /&gt;This one is for every mother who`s child is in a foster home&lt;br /&gt;Because she is married to another woman&lt;br /&gt;To every boy who is afraid to use the public bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Because he might get security dragging him out&lt;br /&gt;To every girl who is afraid to show her face in class&lt;br /&gt;Because the cool girls will harrass her&lt;br /&gt;To every boy who quit the football team&lt;br /&gt;Because they found out he was gay&lt;br /&gt;To every girl who`s parents won`t let her hang around 'that group'&lt;br /&gt;Because they think they influenced her to date girls&lt;br /&gt;To every boy who has to get cured by God&lt;br /&gt;Because he confided in his catholic parents that he was gay&lt;br /&gt;To every girl that gets called a slut&lt;br /&gt;Because secret got out that she is bi&lt;br /&gt;This is to Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;I`m sorry I`m not the child you`re ever gonna be proud of&lt;br /&gt;I`m sorry you`re gonna find out tomorrow that I`m bi&lt;br /&gt;I`m sorry I might get suspended for standing up for what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;I`m sorry that I`m different&lt;br /&gt;Off-beat&lt;br /&gt;And a disappointment&lt;br /&gt;And I`m sorry you`ll probably never understand&lt;br /&gt;I`m sorry that you`ll have to go through life knowing the truth about me&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I`m sorry you can`t except me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="u" 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title='Homophobia is Gay'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-4557113099604660866</id><published>2009-06-06T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:25:17.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>My Apathy</title><content type='html'>i'm apathetic about almost everything that doesnt concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit about the environment. i really don't. once in a while i might feel guilty about littering, but it lasts for about 3 seconds, then i go back to not giving a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I DON'T LITTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i don't wanna be like the rest of Malaysia that litters. Littering makes the world a dirtier place. and i hate dirty places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially that pile of trash that i have to endure seeing and smelling everyday on my way to college ew. So gross and disgusting and the smell is repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that in dunno-what-year the world will become nothing but desert. no plants will grow. the weather will be hot bla bla bla. FINE. Whatever. i'll let my great great great great great grand children deal with it. not me. I DON'T GIVE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DON'T PREACH TO ME. i hate being preached to! I hate preachers who think that they are smarter than the majority of people. Pressing your ideas onto people is NOT cool. Don't ask me to love people, don't ask me to plant a tree. If anyhow i show a glimpse of interest, it's NOT because i've become a saint, it's most likely because it sounds like FUN. but maybe some time in the future, i'll become less shallow lol. i'm just 17 man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hedonist. in a way. i solely believe that EVERYTHING i do, is for my OWN happiness in the future. Sure, i might sometimes deprive myself of little luxuries but i feel that what's important for me is BECOMING RICH in my 20s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then people misunderstand me! they say i'm money-minded! they say that i "have evil in my eyes".&lt;br /&gt;Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;I'm evil for wanting myself to be happy? I'm not evil la. i jst think differently. I may not care about people who suffer on the other side of the globe, but i like to keep the ones close to me happy. I'm a bitch, i'll admit that, but definitely NOT evil. i'm just a bitch to people whom i dislike, or when i'm in a bad mood.  overall i'm just mean xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my main goal in life is not to be filthy rich. That's jst shallow haha. Being rich is jst step one to the rest of my plans.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I really despise the fact that thousands of people die everyday unknown to the rest of the world. Because people like me don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Die As A NOBODY. like the millions of people have died before.&lt;br /&gt;How NOT to die as a nobody? Become a somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Let my name be etched in history and written and read about in books. That way i'll live forever! I'll be alive in the books and minds of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we all know that i can't be a saint or a humanitarian like Mother Theresa or Mahatma Gandhi. Neither am i a genius like Einstein or Stephen Hawking. So instead, i'll opt for being someone who's really damn rich. Like Bill Gates or Donald Trump. but man, that won't get me into history books. No worries though, when i become rich, i'll have many choices, whether to be a humanitarian, politician, or an environmentalist. Because of my status and wealth, doing things in big scale would be great. it'll garner tons of attention too. haha. i'll cross the bridge when i come to it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but chances of succeeding is low. well duh. it's not easy. That was just my IDEAL scenario lol.&lt;br /&gt;all that is gonna need a ton of work. So if that dream seems to faraway, i'll either just settle down with being rich but unknown, or dump work all together and become a traveling artist, meeting new people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be ANYTHING but average :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think, that a person's value CAN be measures by how many people remembers him/her, and the how he/her touch people's life. Like say, Barack Obama, the entire world remembers him, and he's touched MILLIONS of life. His death would probably result in THOUSANDS of people feeling sad and crying. thus, he has a HIGH value. But say, a beggar. Not many people will remember him, and has he affected anybody's life in a considerably positive way? i don't think so. sorry buddy, but you have a LOW value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can create a formula or method of measuring people's value, we could probably decide who to send to war, do dangerous things to or send as suicide bombers. haha but it's meaningless. It's very unethical. Just because a person has a low value, it doesnt mean he still doesnt have any rights. He still can change that value and increase it. he still has that chance. Taking it away would be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i think of nonsensical nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a steaming pile of rubbish haha. this blog post has snowballed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i've made up for my lack of posts of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tata yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4557113099604660866?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4557113099604660866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4557113099604660866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4557113099604660866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4557113099604660866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-apathy.html' title='My Apathy'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-2220700548347764075</id><published>2009-06-04T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:03:00.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ask her to wait a moment - I am almost done."&lt;br /&gt;   - Carl Friedrich Gauss (1777-1855), while working, when informed that his wife is dying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2220700548347764075?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2220700548347764075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2220700548347764075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2220700548347764075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2220700548347764075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ask-her-to-wait-moment-i-am-almost-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-8847683060167418830</id><published>2009-06-03T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:32:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"This isn't right, this isn't even wrong."&lt;br /&gt;- Wolfgang Pauli (1900-1958), upon reading a young physicist's paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8847683060167418830?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8847683060167418830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8847683060167418830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8847683060167418830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8847683060167418830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-isnt-right-this-isnt-even-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4554915082569751447</id><published>2009-06-02T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:27:25.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Whether you think that you can, or that you can't, you are usually right."&lt;br /&gt;   - Henry Ford (1863-1947)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4554915082569751447?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4554915082569751447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4554915082569751447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4554915082569751447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4554915082569751447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/06/whether-you-think-that-you-can-or-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-2038487937560252291</id><published>2009-06-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:17:56.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is adorable. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2038487937560252291?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2038487937560252291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2038487937560252291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2038487937560252291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2038487937560252291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-my-older-sister-loves-me-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-3649729359080536668</id><published>2009-05-29T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:23:43.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title : Title : Title</title><content type='html'>howdeedoo folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of first semester has ended and exams are flying my way at the end of June. ready to crash land boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, since i started college, i've been going to Times Square almost every week. yea i know it's the lala turf haha. But the lala influence remain futile in converting me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we go there for absolutely no reason or just because it's a Friday =/&lt;br /&gt;my resources are depleting D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i watched Terminator Salvation. without watching the Terminator 1, 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;and i absolutely did not understand what was going on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is the dad younger than the son?? and all the bald guys look the same to me. confused me a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out... the dad was sent back in time to protect the mom, but instead got her pregnant with son. And according to my friend, the dad died LITERALLY after screwing her. whoaa....&lt;br /&gt;so she gave birth to John Connor and then his dad was born after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. so it looks like the dad died in the past before he was born. how creative! no wonder i couldnt figure it out during the movie! i would have never thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a movie for guys! full of explosions and testosterone! and due to some kind of mis-communication, i was the only girl that went along with, uhh.. 10 guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we worked hard to get a pool table... one of the guys brought nunchucks and we were contemplating using it to scare little pre-pubescent boys from the pool table... i mean, they can even hit the cue ball right. they jst wanna play pool cause it's all bout sticks and balls!! Waiting for a pool table is damn embarrassing but we got it. Without using the nunchucks sadly haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what more to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebe next time la, when i have better mood. so frggin tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3649729359080536668?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3649729359080536668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3649729359080536668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3649729359080536668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3649729359080536668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/title-title-title.html' title='Title : Title : Title'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-9088685780429563237</id><published>2009-05-25T10:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:00:05.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>We're All The SAME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These people are always complaining about those people.&lt;br /&gt;This person is always complaining about that person.&lt;br /&gt;They are always complaining about them.&lt;br /&gt;He is always complaining about him.&lt;br /&gt;She is always complaining about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complains complains gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell with terms and conditions! The hell with regulations! The hell with rules! (Not literally but yeah, the hell with it!) Nohbardi pholous 'em a 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOUBARDI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/ShoH1f_uuJI/AAAAAAAACuQ/A6XTbsLYWqI/s1600-h/henartj_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/ShoH1f_uuJI/AAAAAAAACuQ/A6XTbsLYWqI/s320/henartj_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339588923904407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ftw is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENCOLOK MATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;PANTANG.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FITNAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON-HALAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they complaint that my dressing was eye soaring. It was a frigging oversize shirt and shorts. Home clothing my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jangan pulang dulu jika DJ Yasmin yang super talented dan super hot ini sedang spinning on the table"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fk? That just sounded cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is anything but fair. Anything but judicious. Anything but anything seraphic.&lt;br /&gt;Crocs are scary.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-9088685780429563237?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/9088685780429563237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=9088685780429563237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/9088685780429563237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/9088685780429563237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-all-same.html' title='We&apos;re All The SAME.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/ShoH1f_uuJI/AAAAAAAACuQ/A6XTbsLYWqI/s72-c/henartj_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5196412200203294904</id><published>2009-05-23T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:42:57.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homo'/><title type='text'>Some Humans Are Just Shallow. Shallow Kids With Guns Should Die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lawrence King, 15 and gay, killed by fellow student&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lawrence King] Ten years after Wyoming college student Matthew Shepard was brutally murdered because of his sexual orientation, a 15-year-old gay California student is dead after a student allegedly shot him because of his sexual orientation and gender expression. He had previously been on life support, although brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence King, an eighth-grader at E.O. Green Junior High School in Oxnard, was being kept alive today for organ donation after being shot Tuesday morning in class. The 14-year-old attacker, among a group of students known to bully and harass King because he sometimes wore makeup and jewelry and told classmates he was gay, will be charged with murder and a hate crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am deeply saddened by the terrible news about the shooting of Lawrence King. My prayers go out to all of Lawrence's friends and family," said Judy Shepard, Executive Director of the Matthew Shepard Foundation. "This terrible incident underscores the fact that we cannot let hate go unchecked in our schools and communities. Our young people need our direction and guidance to prevent this type of crime from happening. I urge all parents and teachers to educate their children and students about acceptance, understanding and compassion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This incident of senseless violence is truly horrifying, and our hearts go out to the student’s friends, family and the E.O. Green School community," said Kevin Jennings, Executive Director of GLSEN, the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network. "As a nation, we’ve had our heads in the sand for far too long. We need to do everything we can to prevent something like this from happening again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This incident is another heartbreaking reminder of how often young people must endure intimidation or violence in school because of their sexual orientation or the way they express their gender identity," said Joe Solomonese, president, Human Rights Campaign. "While California's residents are fortunate to have state laws that provide some protection against hate crimes and school bullying, this pattern of violence against gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender students is repeated too often in schools and communities across America each day. This tragedy illustrates the need to pass a federal hate crimes law to ensure everyone is protected against violent, bias-motivated crimes, wherever they reside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right now we don’t know exactly how anti-gay hate expressed itself in the murder of Lawrence King," said Matt Foreman, executive director of the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. "What we do know is that he was harassed on a daily basis because of his sexual orientation and gender expression. We do know that adults at his junior high school did not stop it and that kind of tolerance of anti-gay bigotry is pervasive in our nation’s schools. Our hearts go out to Lawrence’s family — and to all young lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender kids who are — right now, right this minute — being bullied and beaten in school while adults look the other way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lawrence King] A MySpace page has been created for anyone wishing to share their thoughts on this matter: http://www.myspace.com/rememberinglawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2001-02 California Healthy Kids Survey for the California Department of Education found that California students who were harassed because they are, or are perceived to be, gay or lesbian were more than five times more likely than other students who were not harassed to report being threatened or injured with a weapon (28% to 5%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s absolutely crucial that we name the problem of anti-LGBT bullying and harassment and address it directly to find a solution to the everyday fear that keeps countless youth from feeling safe in school," Jennings said. "We must confront the fact that LGBT students are much more likely to be threatened with a weapon and much more likely to feel unsafe at school than other students.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the top three reasons students say their peers are harassed in school are actual or perceived sexual orientation and gender expression, according to From Teasing to Torment: School Climate in America, a 2005 Harris Interactive report commissioned by GLSEN. The top reason is physical appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was the case at E.O. Green Junior High, what begins as bullying and harassment too often escalates to violence. In GLSEN’s 2005 National School Climate Survey, nearly a fifth (17.6%) of LGBT students reported being physically assaulted at school in the past school year because of their sexual orientation and over a tenth (11.8%) because of their gender expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lawrence King] California is one of only 10 states that protect students from bullying and harassment based on sexual orientation and one of only five that protect students from bullying and harassment based on gender identity/expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Safe schools laws and policies are vitally important, but simply having a law is not enough,” Jennings said. “Schools need to implement staff development and trainings to address anti-LGBT bullying and harassment. Schools also need programs that teach young people respect and tolerance. Every student deserves to feel safe in school. We must take action and take responsibility for our inaction.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crucial intervention to protect students and all Americans is to pass the Matthew Shepard Act as an appropriate and measured response to the unrelenting and under-addressed problem of violent hate crimes committed against individuals based on actual or perceived sexual orientation, gender, gender identity and disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oasisjournals.com/2008/02/lawrence-king-15-and-gay-killed-by-fellow-student"&gt;(Source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5196412200203294904?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5196412200203294904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5196412200203294904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5196412200203294904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5196412200203294904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-humans-are-just-shallow-fking.html' title='Some Humans Are Just Shallow. Shallow Kids With Guns Should Die.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-1890429613775531931</id><published>2009-05-21T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:48:01.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Some people are just down right disgusting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Raped and killed for being a lesbian.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The partially clothed body of Eudy Simelane, former star of &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/southafrica"&gt;South Africa&lt;/a&gt;'s acclaimed Banyana Banyana national female football squad, was found in a creek in a park in Kwa Thema, on the outskirts of Johannesburg. Simelane had been gang-raped and brutally beaten before being stabbed 25 times in the face, chest and legs. As well as being one of South Africa's best-known female footballers, Simelane was a voracious equality rights campaigner and one of the first women to live openly as a lesbian in Kwa Thema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her brutal murder took place last April, and since then a tide of violence against lesbians in South Africa has continued to rise. &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/human-rights"&gt;Human rights&lt;/a&gt; campaigners say it is characterised by what they call "corrective rape" committed by men behind the guise of trying to "cure" lesbians of their sexual orientation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, a report by the international NGO ActionAid, backed by the South African Human Rights Commission, condemns the culture of impunity around these crimes, which it says are going unrecognised by the state and unpunished by the legal system.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The report calls for South Africa's criminal justice system to recognise hate crimes, including corrective rape, as a separate crime category. It argues this will force police to take action over the rising violence and ensure the resources and support is provided to those trying to bring perpetrators to justice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ferocity and brutality of Simelane's murder sent shockwaves through Kwa Thema, where she was much known and loved for bringing sports fame to the sprawling township.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her mother, Mally Simelane, said she always feared for her daughter's safety but never imagined her life would be taken in such a way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I'm scared of these people that they are going to come and kill me too because I don't know what happened," she said. "Why did they do this horrible thing? Because of who she was? She was a sweet lady, she never fought with anyone, but why would they kill her like this? She was stabbed, 25 holes in her. The whole body, even under the feet."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Guardian talked to lesbians in townships in Johannesburg and Cape Town who said they were being deliberately targeted for rape and that the threat of violence had become an everyday ordeal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Every day I am told that they are going to kill me, that they are going to rape me and after they rape me I'll become a girl," said Zakhe Sowello from Soweto, Johannesburg. "When you are raped you have a lot of evidence on your body. But when we try and report these crimes nothing happens, and then you see the boys who raped you walking free on the street."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Research released last year by Triangle, a leading South African gay rights organisation, revealed that a staggering 86% of black lesbians from the Western Cape said they lived in fear of sexual assault. The group says it is dealing with up to 10 new cases of "corrective rape" every week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;"What we're seeing is a spike in the numbers of women coming to us having been raped and who have been told throughout the attack that being a lesbian was to blame for what was happening to them," said Vanessa Ludwig, the chief executive at Triangle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Support groups claim an increasingly aggressive and macho political environment is contributing to the inaction of the police over attacks on lesbians and is part of a growing cultural lethargy towards the high levels of &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/gender"&gt;gender&lt;/a&gt;-based violence in South Africa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;"When asking why lesbian women are being targeted you have to look at why all women are being raped and murdered in such high numbers in South Africa," said Carrie Shelver, of women's rights group Powa, a South African NGO. "So you have to look at the increasingly macho culture, which seeks to oppress women and sees them as merely sexual beings. So when there is a lesbian woman she is an absolute affront to this kind of masculinity."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;A statement released by South Africa's national prosecuting authority said: "While hate crimes – especially of a sexual nature – are rife, it is not something that the South African government has prioritised as a specific project."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The failure of police to follow up eyewitness statements and continue their investigation into another brutal double rape and murder of lesbian couple Sizakele Sigasa and Salome Massooa in July 2007 has led to the formation of the 07-07-07 campaign, a coalition of human rights and equality groups calling for justice for women targeted in these attacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigasa and Massooa were tortured, gang raped and shot near their homes in Meadowland, Soweto in July 2007, shortly after being verbally abused outside a bar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Human rights and equality campaigners are hoping that the public outrage and disgust at Simelane's death and the July trial of the three men accused of her rape and murder will help put an end to the spiralling violence increasingly faced by lesbians across South Africa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite more than 30 reported murders of lesbians in the last decade, Simelane's trial has produced the first conviction, when one man who pleaded guilty to her rape and murder was jailed last month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;On sentencing, the judge said that Simelane's sexual orientation had "no significance" in her killing. The trial of a further three men pleading not guilty to rape, burglary and murder will start in July.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;In Soweto and Kwa Thema, women seem unconvinced that Simelane's case will change anything for the better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phumla talks of her experience of being taught a "classic lesson" by a group of men who abducted and raped her when she was returning from football training in 2003. She says that "practically every" lesbian in her community has suffered some form of violence in the past year and that it will take more than one trial to stop this happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Every day you feel like its a time bomb waiting to go off," she said. "You don't have freedom of movement, you don't have space to do as you please. You are always scared and your life always feels restricted. As women and as lesbians we need to be very aware that it is a fact of life that we are always in danger."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/mar/12/eudy-simelane-corrective-rape-south-africa"&gt;(Source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what people get for being homo? You guys are sickkkkk.  What is wrong with the world!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1890429613775531931?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/1890429613775531931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=1890429613775531931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1890429613775531931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1890429613775531931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-people-are-just-down-right.html' title='Some people are just down right disgusting.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-8848995498421779845</id><published>2009-05-17T15:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:46:40.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>japanese pretty boys make me go HURK.</title><content type='html'>hur.&lt;br /&gt;now where's that post that tll promised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah here it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im not gonna blog about wtv i said i was gonna to. forgive me for being an arse, but the moment had pass and died away, thus no more hype about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today i'm gonna blog about, those japanese pretty boys that seem to litter the cheena magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, WHADDUP WITH THEM BEING SO PRETTY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, actually that's not what bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bothers me is that, how come every successful japanese or korean musician/band/singer seem to be a pretty boy? it's like, they earn their fanbase through screaming fangirls and not through music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, sure they can sing and dance and compose and all that shiz, but there is DEFINITELY a correlation between prettiness and their fanbase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were free(hardworking) enough, i'd draw you a graph. but i'm not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a one of those fangirls who love them pretty boys, you're prolly gonna say that, I'M JEALOUS. and damn right you are! But like i said, it's not their prettiness that REALLY bothers me, it's just that they are popular coz they are pretty. Are fans that shallow? What happens to the talented people who arent beautiful? I also haate it how an male actor can be old and ugly but still be famous, but a female actor can't. ever seen an HIDEOUS female lead in a movie? neither have i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this J-rock promotional vid, and there was this.. this... PERSON, who look so much like a girl with the long hair, make-up and layers and layers of clothes (SKIRT?!) that i couldnt stop staring. Until of coz he SANG and the voice was, not manly, but boy-ish and slightly deep. Quite the shocker. Very unappropiate to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take some steroids goddammit and grow those non-existent muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hypothesize situation of a baby's birth:&lt;br /&gt;Once the baby pops out of the womb, and it's got FAIR SKIN, and BIG EYES, it can be a STARRR in the japan/korea entertainment industry. whoopee! and a star is born! time to send him to music classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can be HIDEOUS and still make it big in the entertainment industry, i'll salute ya. Not like Susan Boyle, coz i don think she'll last. She's only famous coz she's the total opposite of a typical hollywood starlet. Her main attraction is her LACK of attractiveness. Quite a sad thing to be famous for. and she's still a virgin :O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yea, She sings not bad too, but not to my taste, d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i digress.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i don't like pretty boys, i don want a pretty boy for a husband, he'll prolly put me to shame and can't help me carry groceries or sum'n like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know who's MAN? SYNYSTER GATES IS MAN.&lt;br /&gt;now he's oozing with testosterones. hahah. so is johnny depp. the only guy who can make facial hair actually look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sg_OpCrWIhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lVNAj6TR-SE/s1600-h/miyavi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sg_OpCrWIhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lVNAj6TR-SE/s400/miyavi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336711287945962002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAH. coz i was hardworking! i was gonna draw Miyavi as a part of an art trade. so when i was searching for a reference picture, i found this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM. very GAY. But mind you, his guitar skills are awesome. Let's analyze that picture anyways.&lt;br /&gt;im guessing no armpit hair, which is the VERY essences of manliness ( i kid), No chest muscles, rib bones can be seen, semi-transparent singlet soaked with water, and thin arms.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THIS SCREAMS GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can still be MANLY and PRETTY at the same time. but noooo, not this guy. He's taking  his l33t guitar skills for granted and has almost all of JAPAN's girls mesmerized. What's worse is that girls actually think this picture is erm.. cute? if you think this photo is somehow turning you on, YOU ARE BEING FOOLED. you have been sucked into his hypnotic powers! *snaps fingers to awaken you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time will come when his looks will fade away.... We'll see if girls will still love him even though he's a hag. his guitaring rocks though. he might just survive being old cause of that :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8848995498421779845?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8848995498421779845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8848995498421779845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8848995498421779845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8848995498421779845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/japanese-pretty-boys-make-me-go-hurk.html' title='japanese pretty boys make me go HURK.'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sg_OpCrWIhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lVNAj6TR-SE/s72-c/miyavi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5615704216659879469</id><published>2009-05-11T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:26:35.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHALLILATIUPIAKLUKTALALIUNI.</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's what happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;went out to MV with a bunch of friends. (i'll DEFINITELY talk about this day whew!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;donated blood on wesak day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;so yea...&lt;br /&gt;so please expect something by the end of this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciau bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5615704216659879469?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5615704216659879469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5615704216659879469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5615704216659879469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5615704216659879469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/shallilatiupiakluktalaliuni.html' title='SHALLILATIUPIAKLUKTALALIUNI.'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-7232359164217747661</id><published>2009-05-03T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:02:44.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>90 people get the swine flu and everybody wants to wear a mask. A million people have AIDS and no one wants to wear a condom. - jessicachu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing I dislike about school education is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; "malfunction" in a sense that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; are not systematic, lack hard solid facts, inexperience, and hypocrite much. Students are pushed off their boundaries and so forth lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO.1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tuition being the reason students skip curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students really shouldn't abuse this special word, (tuition) because those who really attend classes are the ones who go through teachers that questions us like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"IS YOUR TUITION MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR CURRICULUM? FOR YOUR INFORMATION, YOUR CURRICULUM POINTS WILL RESULT YOU TO A GOOD COLLEGE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk yeah, tuition is a big deal for slow, lazy bums like mua. Those points are only important if you're attending&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; local&lt;/span&gt; college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People bring their ego and pride to class whilst leaving their brain back home in the cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHERE IS YOUR MORALE BOOK?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;oh fuucccckkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. I left it at home Madam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHY DID YOU LEFT IT AT HOME? TO LET YOUR HOUSE STUDY IS IT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS MORALE? FTW IS CIVICS? A load of memorize! It's aethists' personal bible.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike stupid questions like "Why didn't you bring your exercise book?" I specifically say I forgot so why fret over it? It's not like the book will appear out of thin air. I don't mind if the teachers want to stress themselves up and get old quicker but it's a waste of time. Btw is it me or all the civic teachers I encounter are a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inexperience teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Hollyy sheeet. You're degrading my graaammaaarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear science teacher says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We all get born to Earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why you never bring your book?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kepala Otak Hangus Kau.... Sontot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the grammar, never mind the language, you HAD to go missing for more than a forthnight over a football trip. Give it up, Msia's taking home an egg. Teach us something goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO.4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing hair band is against the school rule.&lt;br /&gt;Colour pens aren't allowed in school.&lt;br /&gt;Hair control. (Including mustache, beard and probably armpit hair too.)&lt;br /&gt;Romance novels aren't allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing earrings longer than the length of 0.5mm is against the school rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I got questioned for bringing biscuit packs!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FOR FRIGGING RECESS GODDAMMIT. I CAN'T VANDALIZE THE WALL WITH BISCUITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all cow dunk and has nothing to do with education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loooook, I get that they are only human but grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAS TO GO FOR DINNER NOW SO I WILL TYPING WORDS LATER.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-7232359164217747661?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/7232359164217747661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=7232359164217747661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7232359164217747661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7232359164217747661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/90-people-get-swine-flu-and-everybody.html' title='90 people get the swine flu and everybody wants to wear a mask. A million people have AIDS and no one wants to wear a condom. - jessicachu'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5463728579198232908</id><published>2009-05-02T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:48:07.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>i be here ranting.</title><content type='html'>and so i promised mabel a beautifully long essay on my very be-hated chemistry teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where shall i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning of the semester, we had this uber cool chem teacher, who walks into the class with a baggy t-shirt and black jeans. he totally got our approval. besides being a football-loving freak, he is also a hell awesome teacher. but he said he didn't like teaching in a college coz he had to wake up too early which means no more late night football matches for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we loved him more just for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nooo...after three weeks of cool chemistry class, he turned out to be a substitute for ANOTHER TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;no amount of persuasion could convince him to continue teaching us D:&lt;br /&gt;looks like he chose football over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so new teacher enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i walked into the class,, there she was 'tsk-ing' me for being 3 mins late!! urgh...&lt;br /&gt;she OVER-EXERTS her power in the college! such nerve, especially being a new teacher! she teaches at snail-paced and then complains about our class being slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok classs.....have you heard of electrons??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GET IT WOMAN. tell me something i don't know! that's your effing job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while other sciences class take up 6 hours a week, she went to the office and ASKED FOR 3 MORE HOURS. that's makes 9 hours of lousy chem a week! that's means 3 hours of chem on wednesday, thursday and friday! qeldnsjawelds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add salt to the wound, she suggested that we come back during the hols for extra class. to which of coz we replied "NOOOOoooo!".&lt;br /&gt;what did she do?&lt;br /&gt;take it to the CEO and complained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quote her : you must do your hw ok?...or i'm gonna have to cane you.&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while she reprimands us for being 5 minutes late for class, this is what happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 mins late for other class*&lt;br /&gt;ME : MADAM. i'm late for my other class.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: *conveniently ignores*&lt;br /&gt;Me : *stands up* madam, i'm late already!&lt;br /&gt;teacher : oh it's ok, we just have one more question...&lt;br /&gt;Me : *wtf look*&lt;br /&gt;teacher : okay, since you want to go, YOU answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i knew the answer haha.  then i walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haaaate this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lousy and cacat-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woops sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some advertising be done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 groups of frens recently started 2 blogshops to make some munnyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both blogshops selling clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogshop number 1 : www.cieldemode.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogshop number 2 : www.moncheriex.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check em out. so that they can earn some money then belanja me xD&lt;br /&gt;im not qualified to do a review on female clothes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mumble mumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is uneventful hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so byez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i get some inspiration to blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5463728579198232908?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5463728579198232908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5463728579198232908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5463728579198232908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5463728579198232908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-be-here-ranting.html' title='i be here ranting.'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-1229117731746005986</id><published>2009-04-27T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:21:02.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ostriches So Can Fly Too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayam sorry, I shouldn't labeled innocense with &lt;span&gt;sht&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthanksbye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1229117731746005986?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-3562593815968401262</id><published>2009-04-27T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:25:56.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguins Can Fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aint this the cutest&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pau thao&lt;/span&gt; sht you ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SfW8GhPws9I/AAAAAAAACtw/NHNQYewn0mA/s1600-h/odette.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SfW8GhPws9I/AAAAAAAACtw/NHNQYewn0mA/s320/odette.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329372554252563410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3562593815968401262?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3562593815968401262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3562593815968401262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3562593815968401262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3562593815968401262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/penguins-can-fly.html' title='Penguins Can Fly!'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SfW8GhPws9I/AAAAAAAACtw/NHNQYewn0mA/s72-c/odette.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5801833826793107561</id><published>2009-04-25T08:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:04:01.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Here's where you get coccaine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So criticizing teachers (In terms of being very specific on who they are.) is against the government law. What about criticizing without being specific on who they are, and somehow, they found out? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a blogger who criticized a couple of teachers in school for who knows what reason. I am sure there is a very very reasonable explanation for it. One of which written was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the specific excellency"&lt;/span&gt; does not trust&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's&lt;/span&gt; students when they are telling the truth. SO, where is the justice to that etc etc. Something like that. And another one was composed to another specific &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; with vulgarities. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being&lt;/span&gt; must have done something very hurtful to blogger. Anyway, the blog was privatized when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; found out about it through a prefect (teacher's pet most probably.) and made it into a police case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, privatized? If there are potential hackers by their side this blogger's toast. Why not change the e-mail and url instead. That might buy some time to detect the ip address. Hey I'm just suggesting I don't think anyone reads this anyway bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame. If the elders show no capability on handling criticism, then morale values's completely uselss. Plus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PEOPLE THAT ACES MORALE AND CIVICS ARE ONE BIG PUSS* OF A LIAR.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I would be one of them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the worst thing? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The obease&lt;/span&gt; came in, lectured about this matter and at the end of her speech&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the obease&lt;/span&gt; said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In life, there are two most important people you should forever respect, namely, your parent&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and your teacher&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more than two people! D: And I thought the answer's suppose to be mother and father. Gasp.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5801833826793107561?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5801833826793107561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5801833826793107561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5801833826793107561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5801833826793107561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-where-you-get-coccaine.html' title='Here&apos;s where you get coccaine.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-9066455013640780806</id><published>2009-04-24T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:58:19.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber quick crap post</title><content type='html'>I'LL STILLL BLOG, COZ I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaaa&lt;br /&gt;as the titled stated, this will be a real quick one! so there will be no edits and read backs for errors like i usually do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, college life has just begun, and i'm already knee-deep in activities!!&lt;br /&gt;people here a friendly and nice except for a couple of irritants here and there which the world will never be rid of...ever. Sad huh? Made some good frens and bumped into old frens again, which reminded me how small the world is. bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm secretary of the organizing committee of the Annual MCKL Games Carnival. so i have to lug around this GIGANTIC FILE of the documents of the past year! damn big. and I HAAATE the teacher-in-charge! he's a stoopid hunk of flesh who postponed meetings several times just because he wanted to go out and EAT!! bah, so i practically spent have my free time hunting that idiot down! the fcker should just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i'm just starting a new club, called PSYCHO CLUB. just kidding. it's short for psychology club, though psycho club sounds waaay better. My head is spinning with all sorts of activities for the club, so i hope byt the time mabel comes to MCKL, it would be BIG AND PULPATING WITH LIFE, so that she can join it :D&lt;br /&gt;wheee~ mabel's coming! so happy :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AlSO , there's this guy which i beh tahan. all his msn nicknames greatly resemble Andrea's. IT'S SCREAMING FOR ATTENTION AND PITY. FCK YOU.  no one gives 2 shyts whether or not you're worrying "If she doesn't want me around her...i will keep my distance."&lt;br /&gt;Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder no one wants to be around this 5 feet plus of emo. AND YOU KNOW WHAT IRRITATES ME THE MOST? he claims to have fallen in loooooveeeee with her in erm.. 2 WEEKS?!?!1! it's very worrying that the youth of today can fall in heads over heels over someone in several days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeebus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention how everyone is such a staunch Christian here? i sometimes feel like i'm being exorcist  by their mere presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're really nice people... could it be because they have a religion gasp?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawww..... i'm nice too, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is super disjointed and whatever-ish. but i promised riggghhhttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF ANYONE STILL READS THIS BLOG, SHOUT 'AYE!!' in teh S3xbox!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOoOWOOooOWOOo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-9066455013640780806?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/9066455013640780806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=9066455013640780806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/9066455013640780806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/9066455013640780806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/uber-quick-crap-post.html' title='Uber quick crap post'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-6443954596020685417</id><published>2009-04-24T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:26:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abyss.</title><content type='html'>that's ok. i am sucked in my own abyss as well. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6443954596020685417?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6443954596020685417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6443954596020685417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6443954596020685417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6443954596020685417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-ok.html' title='Abyss.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-881002828048089442</id><published>2009-04-23T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:37:59.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>college</title><content type='html'>college is taking a toll on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a good way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you all about it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mabel for being inactive. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-881002828048089442?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/881002828048089442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=881002828048089442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/881002828048089442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/881002828048089442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/college.html' title='college'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-7484049763964221927</id><published>2009-04-19T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:12:41.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><title type='text'>Human Pollution.</title><content type='html'>Wasted values.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted first love.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted dignity.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted affections.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted friends.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted trust.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted money.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted care.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted motives.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted energy.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted morale.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted creation.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted self.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted passion.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wasted life.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Greed.&lt;br /&gt;Lust.&lt;br /&gt;Pity.&lt;br /&gt;Righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;Pride.&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;Ego.&lt;br /&gt;Expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Envy.&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Answers.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;A title.&lt;br /&gt;Rewards.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only to create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Agitation.&lt;br /&gt;Irritation.&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;Phobia.&lt;br /&gt;Demonic.&lt;br /&gt;Inhuman.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Lies.&lt;br /&gt;Untruthful.&lt;br /&gt;Miseries.&lt;br /&gt;Judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which leads to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Devastation.&lt;br /&gt;Loss.&lt;br /&gt;Depression.&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Isolation.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulties to trust,&lt;br /&gt;accept facts,&lt;br /&gt;socialize,&lt;br /&gt;maintaining sanity,&lt;br /&gt;think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your story emo? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-7484049763964221927?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/7484049763964221927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=7484049763964221927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7484049763964221927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7484049763964221927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-pollution.html' title='Human Pollution.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-1988095532466599984</id><published>2009-04-11T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:07:14.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian'/><title type='text'>Pei Pa Koa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ho. I am uber outdated. Best 3 minutes of my life however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9KGd7ga8B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9KGd7ga8B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1988095532466599984?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/1988095532466599984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=1988095532466599984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1988095532466599984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1988095532466599984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/pei-pa-koa.html' title='Pei Pa Koa.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-3944467293337193927</id><published>2009-04-10T20:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:57:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots are meant for kicking.</title><content type='html'>uhm, i should actually be blogging about a whole bunch of photos taken in my room with LeBam and Lirpa. but the thought of carefully uploading every one of them makes me wanna hurl over.&lt;br /&gt;eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, i shall carefully handpick some ridiculous photos, all for the sake of our little readers. all pictures are photographed by aspiring photographer April :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd843DJZz3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/UMAusPyLJxs/s1600-h/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd843DJZz3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/UMAusPyLJxs/s400/IMG_0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323035802963922802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabel is a pretty flowah! she's blooming alright. blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd86Cp584VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3WwTumBgncI/s1600-h/IMG_0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd86Cp584VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3WwTumBgncI/s400/IMG_0400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323037101858283858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam and tll in one of our more normal pictures. others which were epic fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd86CHwKm3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/K7iGy3-DCr0/s1600-h/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd86CHwKm3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/K7iGy3-DCr0/s400/IMG_0398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323037092690434930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see that, you nonsensical stalkers and whiners!? Me and Bam got something going on! so leave us alone DD:&lt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd873k9FLQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/h8egCjo4XxY/s400/IMG_0408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323039110573927682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;under covers haha! Bam looks like she's in pain.and i just look completely retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd873BYeohI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2unhhO08I0I/s1600-h/IMG_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd873BYeohI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2unhhO08I0I/s400/IMG_0403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323039101025165842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll always be there to catch my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd89hzZxVVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kspzjVSNRXs/s1600-h/IMG_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd89hzZxVVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kspzjVSNRXs/s400/IMG_0418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323040935518491986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam is being a perv and I, a willing victim haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd89hjTxVbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YP9NPBiXhzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd89hjTxVbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YP9NPBiXhzQ/s400/IMG_0412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323040931198358962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chillin' on ma bed yooz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd89hE-ipGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/e80HymPcpz4/s1600-h/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd89hE-ipGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/e80HymPcpz4/s400/IMG_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323040923056252002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're ninjas well trained in the art of throwing magnetic darts. another reason not to mess with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd8-5byH8OI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1fPwXnTLn9E/s1600-h/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd8-5byH8OI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1fPwXnTLn9E/s400/IMG_0419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323042441006674146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam is posing as a              except not in a       . and im shaking my head vigorously for no reasons i cannot remember. but i can bet you, it must be a stupid reason or none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd8-5oVKWYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/doIFyel909c/s1600-h/IMG_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd8-5oVKWYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/doIFyel909c/s400/IMG_0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323042444374858114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh...i dunno what to say here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd9AH_jy96I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LOV9YmnA8Yc/s1600-h/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd9AH_jy96I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LOV9YmnA8Yc/s400/IMG_0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323043790640052130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy tll's haircare! i grew my hair in 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd9AHWao4wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c5Ry0j89peo/s1600-h/IMG_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd9AHWao4wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c5Ry0j89peo/s400/IMG_0452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323043779595789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ya normal pics were hard to come by with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd9Bfn1m1sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C4ZwiVDWoBg/s1600-h/IMG_0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd9Bfn1m1sI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C4ZwiVDWoBg/s400/IMG_0467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323045296100792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads more pic than this, but blogger is being an arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciau bella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3944467293337193927?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3944467293337193927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3944467293337193927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3944467293337193927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3944467293337193927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/boots-are-meant-for-kicking.html' title='Boots are meant for kicking.'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imRLDlVE9nw/Sd843DJZz3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/UMAusPyLJxs/s72-c/IMG_0393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4576647561497176341</id><published>2009-04-10T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:14:32.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><title type='text'>Awesomenest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got this from a forwarded e-mail. No clue if it's true. I'm too tired to bother anyway. But I'm using this product. AHAHA. Fact 'em yourself aye? Goodnight sweetlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sd4csmpJnlI/AAAAAAAACto/7y6j86fQvSY/s1600-h/eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sd4csmpJnlI/AAAAAAAACto/7y6j86fQvSY/s320/eye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322723362211470930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMO Complete(r) MoisturePlus(tm) Contact Lens Solution Linked to Microbial Keratitis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Eye Infection, AMO Recall its Complete MoisturePlus Contact Lens Solution&lt;br /&gt;A Dangerous Contact Lens Solution Linked to Acanthamoeba Keratitis &amp;amp; Microbial Keratitis in Addition to Fungal Keratitis. Have your eyes been, once again, placed in danger of Bacterial Eye Infections, vision damage, or loss of sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 25, AMO (Advanced Medical Optics) announced a recall of their 'No Rub' Complete MoisturePlus Multipurpose Contact Solution. Although the company stands by its product and casts the blame on contact lens wearers who 'improperly store, disinfect or handle' their contact lenses, the CDC forced AMO to recall Complete Moisture Plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Complete Moisture Plus recall is not so distant from Bausch &amp;amp; Lomb's recall of ReNu with MoistureLoc, which caused serious injury to many contact lens wearers. AMO's press release states they have known since January of 2005 about at least 46 patients who claimed to have contracted a unique form of keratitis from the AMO Recall solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keratitis is called 'acanthamoeba keratitis (AK)'. From all indications, AMO Moisture Plus recall was delayed as long as Bausch did in coming forward and recalling the product; potentially exposing an untold number of unsuspecting contact lens wearers to this painful (AK) infection that can cause permanent vision loss or blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other reports seem to illustrate a company who knew about the potential link between (AK) and their Complete MoisturePlus Multipurpose Solution since as early as 2004. In 2004, the infection first occurred in more than a dozen people against the normal count of one or two in a year. Dr. Elmer Tu, an ophthalmologist at the University of Illinois, Chicago, along with other doctors attended around 35 patients from May 2003 to September of 2006, 55% of whom were infected due to usage of AMO Complete MoisturePlus recall solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dr. Tu, AMO's Complete MoisturePLUS solution is not defective. It is just not designed to provide a shield to the eyes when they're exposed to soil or water where the risk of bacterial infection is significant. Julie Zawisza, an FDA spokes person, said,' The solution is not marketed to protect against the amoeba. But it's supposed to be free of any type of microorganisms. It's not supposed to result in anyone getting an infection.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, one must wonder what corporations who suspect problems with their products are thinking when they wait one, two, or more years before warning the public about a potential hazard provoked or caused by their product. We wonder how much injury must occur before corporate dollars are sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acanthamoeba keratitis &amp;amp; Microbial Keratitis patients suffer symptoms very similar to other common bacterial eye infection, but the AK infection can result in the loss of eye sight. If you experience symptoms, including the following, we encourage you to first immediately seek treatment from an experienced, eye care professional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye redness and soreness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hypersensitivity to light&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduction in visual acuity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temporary or, at the worst, permanent blindness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4576647561497176341?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4576647561497176341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4576647561497176341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4576647561497176341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4576647561497176341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesomenest.html' title='Awesomenest.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/Sd4csmpJnlI/AAAAAAAACto/7y6j86fQvSY/s72-c/eye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4924742954590764351</id><published>2009-04-05T01:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:59:41.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>The next Picasso! srsly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Aye! you 'eard me! i can easily be the NEXT PICASSO. Now not many of you will ever have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see an artist in the bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FEAST YOUR EYES ON MY MASTERPIECE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SdeS2Yr0NfI/AAAAAAAACtg/rZJhndzBW5E/s1600-h/pictcah+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SdeS2Yr0NfI/AAAAAAAACtg/rZJhndzBW5E/s320/pictcah+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320882947798349298" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I shall name this, '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TURMOIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onward to ze GREAT explanation of zis beautiful work of art! becoz many commoners such as yourselves may not be able to appreciate and understand the complexitiliness of it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN is in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TURMOIL&lt;/span&gt; (such a breakthrough). HE IS LE CRYINGZ. because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TURMOIL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; represents the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SADNESS&lt;/span&gt;. the man is sad because he is in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TURMOIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; clash of emotions within him is TOO MUCH to bear on his weak and frail back! he looks down upset, at his own patheticness! you many also note that he looks quite the pretty man! it looks like he has been dressing up as a tranny to reduce financial burdens! THUS, he is also SAD because he has lost the PRIDE OF A MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; symbolises the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PAIN AND AGONY&lt;/span&gt; the man is going through! AhHHHh! it can also mean the RAGE piling up deep down inside the soul of the poor man! HIS WIFE, painting with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; is his only light in his blue and red life! she glows with the SERENITY provide the strength needed to pull &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MAN through this TURMOIL.&lt;/span&gt; she is YOUNG. PRETTY. clearly in the prime time of her youth! she is the only hope of the MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ROUGH BRUSH STROKES! can only mean the difficulty of life itself! how it heaves itself upon the weak men and prey on          young lass! it SUCKS the youth out of people and feed on happiness! how it causes coarses palms and rough feet, and makes people get cancer!!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROUGH. BRUSH. STROKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has NEVER been so MEANINGFUL and SYMBOLIC until &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; used it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after properly explaining my art piece, your EYES must be flooded with tears! tis PIECE is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERWHELMING&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERFLOWING WITH DEEP EMOTIONS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THE TURMOIL! is indeed beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bidding price of the gastronomical piece stands at RM3,216,457,987!! BUY IT NOW. have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TURMOIL&lt;/span&gt; in the room of your CHILD. Your child will NEVER sleep peacefully knowing that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TURMOIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is watchin him or her! He or she will NEVER doubt the POWAH of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TURMOIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy it!&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im so full of shyt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4924742954590764351?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4924742954590764351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4924742954590764351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4924742954590764351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4924742954590764351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-picasso-srsly.html' title='The next Picasso! srsly.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SdeS2Yr0NfI/AAAAAAAACtg/rZJhndzBW5E/s72-c/pictcah+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-6574543132625507323</id><published>2009-03-28T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:22:12.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><title type='text'>Boiling broccoli's bad for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I joined earth hour when i know i didn't had to. So proud.. (':&lt;br /&gt;-logging off-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6574543132625507323?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6574543132625507323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6574543132625507323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6574543132625507323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6574543132625507323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/boiling-broccolis-bad-for-you.html' title='Boiling broccoli&apos;s bad for you.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5921185386768718761</id><published>2009-03-22T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:29:53.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>City of Evil</title><content type='html'>OK&lt;br /&gt;if you have tried the url, www.gimmemorecookies.blogspot.com, you would have realized that it NO LONGER EXISTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it is because of moi. i have caused some poor      to changed her url due to her inability to accept criticisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that popped into my mind when i was told about it : Shyt! Nothing to entertain me when im bored now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla i'm not overwhelmed by guilt or anything, but i didnt expect this kind of thing. i simply thought she would change her style of writing and progressively develope her own identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noooo... she chooses to disappear from the face of the Internet. Very disappointing. then again, i shouldnt have such high expectations from anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall speak no more, before she decides to kill herself or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today i would like to talk about stoopid phrases which mean absolutely NOTHING to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first one is : Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshyttt. are u trying to tell me to treat everybody else nice and fair eventhough they don't deserve it?? NOH! i feel not! It's a stupid saying! if i were to follow that phrase, i can only see myself failing in the streets bankrupted! i absolutely haaate it when people preach to me about it!!&lt;br /&gt;fck off! i'm not interested in being a naive moron! I'm trying to live in reality dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second one is : Money cannot buy happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure money can't buy ALL the happiness in the world, but it can get me CONSIDERABLY HAPPY. if i had money, i can make myself happy, and i can make my friends and family happy!!&lt;br /&gt;I do understand that my money would be meaningless, if i have no one to share it with. But without money, i DO KNOW that i can never be happy!&lt;br /&gt;so just leave me and my money obsession ALONE. Don't tell me that money isn't important.&lt;br /&gt;YOU can live on fresh air, sunshine and LOVE, while I'll be living on steak and caviar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who strongly believe in all these things, live in an effing deluded world! Just because you're nice to someone, it doesn't mean they'll be nice back at ya. it's a big bad world out there, and i THINK i'm still too nice for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditch em MORAL VALUES. they don't make ANY SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;THEY OVERLAP EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man who's company is going into serious debt. in order to avoid being declared bankruptcy, he borrowed RM100 000 from some loan sharks. Lucky him, the company BARELY survives and is making minuscule profit to support his sick wife and 2 kids. The loan sharks come back and demand RM150 000!! they threatened him to pay the moolah back or else they'll kidnap his children and keel em and if he ever goes to the police, his other friends will see an end to his family. The distressed man decides to rob a bank to clear his debt and save his family from the loan sharks. and he robs it and         accdentally kills the guard. he gets away with it but is placed under suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know alllll about it coz you're his good friend.&lt;br /&gt;the police is interrogating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watchu gonna do? Be honest and responsible, and tell the police the story as well as betray him? Keep silent and be a trustworthy and loving person?&lt;br /&gt;If you do tell the police, he's still going to jail for         a man eventhough he has his reasons.&lt;br /&gt;So what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so unclear! Moral values are in the gray areas! Nothing is black and white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i'd do.&lt;br /&gt;i'd STFU. the man's got a family to take care of and i'm sure as hell that he regrets taking the life of         a man coz he knows that someone out there is probably saddened by it. But the man's got to prioritize and its family above all! If i ratted on him, i'd feel guilty for depriving the family of a father and a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally lost sight of this post like many others before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5921185386768718761?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5921185386768718761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5921185386768718761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5921185386768718761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5921185386768718761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/city-of-evil.html' title='City of Evil'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-523911733497378518</id><published>2009-03-20T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:19:43.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Blue butts: the next trend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baboons kickass. Though I always wondered why some of them are blue butted. Or purple. The other day I couldnt differ purple and brown under a yellow light.. I'm saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Ball the Movie, sucked. Bulma was too hot to be Bulma. (Isn't Bulma's haor blue?) And if they ever continued the movie, amuse me plz. I am dying to see the Bezita and Freeza. (Is that his name I forgot) More ang mohs? Goku's supposed to be &lt;u&gt;Asian&lt;/u&gt;. Magawd. So is everyone else I guess. I don't know. I don't recall Chichi to be a popular hot chick in school. Then again it's not really following the real storyline is it? No. I didn't enjoyed watching Dragon Ball the movie as much as i did with the anime. My drink was full and I did not finish my expensive hotdog. That is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; sign. I was Dragonball crez when I was little. I think I'm still keeping some of the tapes. But I grew out of it after being spoiled by other better colouring animation. Besides, Dragonball was getting draggy. (So is NARUTO and BLEACH.) If you still watch it in animax you'll noticed that there will be plenty of odd fights when Goku was still a kid. But what? Most of the action only lasted for 10 minutes? More like a 4 without the ads and breaks. And they give you tension scenes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;, like looking at Goku and his opponent's furious concentrated face and eyes for a good 30 seconds, then their veins for another 8 seconds and after that watch their sweat dribble down to their cheeks for more seconds. Adrenaline rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the movie. I'd forgotten so many of the characters' name already. Oh ya, Picollo looks heavy and unreal. Like those really old movies where they tried making dinosours conquer cities. Like.. Ultraman! yeah. Like that. Kamekameha was uh.. not what I expected. His expression was uh.. AHAHAHA. There's too much to critizie. Sadly, the names. Bulma's bike was kinda cool though I'd like to own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings! -drumsrollplz- ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2 star&lt;/span&gt;! Woo :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn After Reading.&lt;br /&gt;Is a weird movie. It was like they were trying to make a movie out of two society. One mainly the high, easily frustrated intellects and the other one was dumb. Dumb takper! Dumb and unable to control cravings. That is just sad. But what they both had in common was affairs. Lots and lots of affairs. I don't get the story? The whole plot about the story was a one big misunderstanding + coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny brained people finds a disk containing a hot headed man's memoir. Tiny brain people thinks it was a top secret government thingy. Tiny brain troop, namely, fugly girl that would do anything for lipo and plastic surgery, and pitt. Pitt was a dummy in the movie that got shot in the head, smiling. Anyway, Tiny brained fugly girl threaten to expose the containing of the disk if hot headed man doesnt pays a lumsum of cash. (for her surgery) Pitt blindly helps her because it was entertaining? Ah, so funny :D It's almost similar to Babel. The theme's the same. Except, a different plot. It's grusome. Sadly there was only 3 people in the cinema when I was watching. I'm guessing many do not find it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Ball only got it's hits because of the anime. Injustice! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. I do sad things on my first few months of SPM year. But hey it paid off. My grades are miraculously improving. That I am happy to say. And since I am taking such little subjects I might as well aim for the best? Pshh. Ckp jer. Okok I have this side of me that says hey, why not? And the other side says, just Ace the mains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created a list of things I want to do during my SPM year and I shall, and will not plan for anything after my SPM year because the motto after SPM will be spontaneous for 2weeks! b8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE LIST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suikoden II for the 3rd round with complete superstars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete Digimon Digital Card Battle! (YEH! lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete Valkaryie Profile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete Harvest Moon. (Hush!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not touch the PS2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not think about PS3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not go hardcore on the PSP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete my art project before midyear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice colouring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice painting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try oil painting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save $ for a new bigger drumset.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create a book of sinister plannings on making my neighbour's life miserable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Publish the book if I have money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Translate History in Malay to English. So as well said for Commerce in Malay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not steal Potchis from my sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will control my takings on Neutella.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will try to listen to Marc and exercise more. (He said walking for 4hours under the sun isn't exercise. It is skin damaging. Which is true anyway. )8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's about all I can think of right now. Probably photoshop whenever I'm in the mood otherwise I'd prefer to be studying outside and not in the house because I find it highly impossible to study at home unless there's a tutor around to make me feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few silly activities for our imaginary readers and a couple of pictures to upload in dev. Unfortunately my internet still isn't working so well. Apparently STREAMYX had been an AASS and still is after 4weeks. 4weeks! That's almost a month now. And although I am able to surf the net, I am unable to upload images or anything in fact. It's not because it takes forever. I don't think it will be uploaded even after forever. It takes 5-10minutes to load a page. Sometimes never. And I can't access into RO at all. ONO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;!NewsLebamTimes!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebam had just lost her respect for her neighbour. (To your right, from an angle where you face frontwards to the auto gate.) Just because they are Malay they think they are capable of doing anything? No person that cannot handle critics shall deserve Lebam's respect. And you know what? Religion doesnt fight critism, it's the people. Wake up humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-523911733497378518?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/523911733497378518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=523911733497378518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/523911733497378518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/523911733497378518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-butts-next-trend.html' title='Blue butts: the next trend.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-6835996640184834530</id><published>2009-03-19T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:52:43.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>DRAGON REALITY BALL LOL</title><content type='html'>I am currently playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;IGIMON&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; D&lt;/span&gt;IGITAL &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ARD &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ATTLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! (lolol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring. Ironically, I am entertained. And that's all that matters right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg summit see you if i see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6835996640184834530?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6835996640184834530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6835996640184834530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6835996640184834530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6835996640184834530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/dragon-reality-ball-lol.html' title='DRAGON REALITY BALL LOL'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-3874236226076669607</id><published>2009-03-18T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:30:18.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Toxicity of our City</title><content type='html'>Helloo, Sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;I says GREETINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u wanna know about my college days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i dislike talking about my day hee. you should have realized that about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY, i'd like to bring attention to a certain person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has once stated in HER BLOG that LeBam is her ~*'Id0L'*~, with much more sparkle in there.&lt;br /&gt;She has also in fact ripped off many of Lebam's quotes, without giving due credit to Lebam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first found out about it, it kinda tickled me all over.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh em gee, Mabel are havingz          fan!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, since im so nice, she's just an example of my main topic today!&lt;br /&gt;She's not the only one around the world, i'm positive, but this is the first time i've seen it so obviously.&lt;br /&gt;And i THINK this groups of peeps are called uhm...POSEURS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pretend to be someone else, taking on facades and not being themselves.&lt;br /&gt;And then when it's blatantly obvious, it gets irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you guys came across this before.&lt;br /&gt;or AT LEAST watched some cheap and sappy Disney/Nicklodean production.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, so here's the basic plot :&lt;br /&gt;- Some minor character appears (subtle plot activation device!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Minor character get's friendly with Main Char&lt;br /&gt;- It becomes obvious that Minor adores/worship Major and takes on His/Her habits&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone is irritated&lt;br /&gt;- Confrontation appears! (uhm i fink this is climax? oooh... suspense!)&lt;br /&gt;- Dialogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor : b-But i just wanna be accepted by everyone and be popular! i thought you guys would like me better this way!&lt;br /&gt;Major : Surely, you don't wanna be liked for being someone you're not! You just gotta... give everyone a ChAAaaaAAnceeee..... *a faraway gaze*&lt;br /&gt;Minor : Sob sob hic Sob Sob... ok ok... i'll changeee and be myself from now on!! thanks so much....Will you be my first REAL friend?&lt;br /&gt;Major : Of course.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone starts hugging and doing a hippie dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh FCK IT. everyone knows that dont happen in real life!&lt;br /&gt;Disney is soo stupid hammering stupid moral values that will not affect our lives! *cough HSM cough*&lt;br /&gt;IN FACT, those stupid shows like Lizzie McGuire should be held responsible for creating the notion of popularity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god, how did this post become a Disney-bashing thang. oh wellz, college mushed my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, so if a poseur decides to be himself/herself isnt that what he/she already is??&lt;br /&gt;A WANNABE? and that's it's her nature to copy others instead of developing his/her own identity? ah well, i guess this people realize how stupid it is someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;the initials HSM movie remind me of His Sadism&amp;amp;Masochism movie, for some reason lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAANNNDDD for curious readers, if you're interested in LeBam's no.1 fan&lt;br /&gt;here's the url, www.gimmemorecookies.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entire blog post is pointless ramblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3874236226076669607?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3874236226076669607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3874236226076669607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3874236226076669607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3874236226076669607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/toxicity-of-our-city.html' title='Toxicity of our City'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-226655022018048971</id><published>2009-03-15T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:33:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaggedelic</title><content type='html'>aye non-existent readers&lt;br /&gt;tis been like forever since i blogged, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've been really busy since my SPM results were released.&lt;br /&gt;i got 9A1s, if you were wondering, but that's old newsss... feeling seriously apathetic about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was recent is that 2 best buddies flew off to Australia yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;so we and like 40 others threw a party.&lt;br /&gt;i guiltily did not spend much time with them * cough*cough*&lt;br /&gt;i was too busy making a profit from gambling.&lt;br /&gt;YEA     H.&lt;br /&gt;but at the end, when we all gathered and started making speeches, it was so "AWWWWW".&lt;br /&gt;after that the hug-fest began.&lt;br /&gt;i still wasnt feeling very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yest! when i saw them off at the airport, i reeeaaallllyy had that hollow feeling in me.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like i'm nvr gonna see them again! IN DECEMBER WE SHALL MEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i'm chatting to her right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and college starts tmr.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-226655022018048971?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/226655022018048971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=226655022018048971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/226655022018048971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/226655022018048971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/shaggedelic.html' title='Shaggedelic'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-414267371203070851</id><published>2009-03-07T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:55:35.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps1'/><title type='text'>Men's Missing Socks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hellluuuuu earrthhlliinngggssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omagosh u kno wut?&lt;br /&gt;abb. rox to de core 2 d pt tat even ma so called briliant hi iq-ed teach cuden undrstnd. bwahaha. i wil rule ma new magical wonderland queendom wit priti priti poniz wit abreviantionz. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayam sad. because why? i had to restart my whole 14hrs of suiko coz i screwed up. i exceeded the time limit whereby i was supposed to chase after elza and i missed the first clue by 4 days! 4 days! first clue! embarrassment! not to mention i'd forgotten to recruit mukumuku at the beginning of the game. wtf ftw wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started over and this time idk how in the hell to recruit mikumiku. i followed the faq. i promise! it says. walk back and forth @ the pathway from two rivers to greenhill with only hero and mukumuku in the party. in a couple of battles mikumiku will magically join the fight. but i no nothing! maybe imma lack patience. or i'm just suay. whichever sounds fine because i still have muekumueku, mokumoku and who knows how many more kukus i need to recruit. i wanna awesome ending with all the superstars! gawd. gimmehhh. i need ittt. D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toww. and i just found out flik was engagedd. wtfbbqq. he's taken! which explains why his sword was named odessa. and guess what? he's still madly in love with his late wife. bahhh. nina can have him i dont want a man whose obsessed with his dead wife. JC I take back my words i dont wanna marry flik D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna marry klaus!! OHHH klaus.. Yeh.. ...Klaus. nehehe.. klaus... yehyeh.. tehe ..he he..&lt;br /&gt;-squeals-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o baby baby.&lt;br /&gt;first term.&lt;br /&gt;p.seni was hilarious. it was like a mini creative colouring contest! the teacher provided a horrible drawing with horrible outlines. my clasmates that brought crayons even dillusionised some of the outlines to make it into a sea! A SEA! BWAHAHAH. And the picture was suppose to be a tree on a hill top. GENIUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week ago tll overnighted my place and we went for a movie that night. dropped by a game shop and tll asked whether they sold ps1. feller actually offered ps2 instead! lmao they must have thought we were bloody outdated. zomg i dont want ps2. im sick of ps2. i wanna ps1! or at least just the adapter would do. ts' too badd they stop producing outdated shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: im sry tll for not updatin in deviantart. its not that i didnt want to. i actually ahve a couple of pics to upload but i cant explain how @#$%ing slow my internet is working right now. streamyx suk to the max. i will consider switching to maxis. im sry to the others for not bothering on msn. &lt;s&gt;i meant to do it.&lt;/s&gt; that doesnt really work very well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-414267371203070851?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/414267371203070851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=414267371203070851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/414267371203070851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/414267371203070851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mens-missing-socks_07.html' title='Men&apos;s Missing Socks.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-2507053674427009635</id><published>2009-03-06T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:41:50.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><title type='text'>Hi :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt; tll has heard my prayers. Thus Suikoden falls from heaven above :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk my ip got banned );&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeexxxxaaammmmiiiiinnnaaattttiiioooooooonnnnnnn 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma typing from cc which explain the umcomfiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2507053674427009635?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2507053674427009635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2507053674427009635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2507053674427009635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2507053674427009635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-d.html' title='Hi :D'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-1307205687877045433</id><published>2009-02-24T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:41:46.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Feeling quite the Misanthrope Today</title><content type='html'>Hello me hearties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; boring isn't it? It's been a long time since i had a nice long post right? Life as a bummer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ever since&lt;/span&gt; i quit my job, is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;... lifeless so to speak. I expected day-to-day adventures of non-stop bumming!! shouldn't get my hopes up too high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting has cropped up of late, hence explaining the partially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ded&lt;/span&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually there is, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haate&lt;/span&gt; talking about my day, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i shall subject all of you to my endless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pondering&lt;/span&gt; once more. So bear with me yea?&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves for an extremely long post of my babbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i think?&lt;br /&gt;I think humans are disgusting and greedy creatures. They push each other to the ground to rise to the top, while fully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; of pain and suffering they inflict upon others. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; one of them. Just because i say that, i doesn't automatically mean that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haate&lt;/span&gt; all human beings. It's more like, i have accepted and forgiven (most of) this nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that because of this, i feel that humans are worse than animals. The only difference between humans and animals is Rationality. Our ability to reason and understand our actions and surroundings. Our mental ability also exceeds that of an animal. Animals act according to their survival instincts. They are not aware of the consequences of their actions, unlike us, human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it, that we humans who are smarter, understanding and reasonable creatures, still do such a thing? The only thing that puts us aside from animals, is also the only things that makes us so ugly. We can be kind, but we are not. We can change, but we won't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;... like the saying goes, "the greater the power, the greater the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;baaah&lt;/span&gt;.. I totally forgive this greedy nature, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; greedy too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. It's just one of my many useless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thinkings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us chant the mantra "Life is Unfair" everyday. We keep saying so, yet, deep down inside your heart, you still expect a little bit of fairness and justice from some people. I mean, i do. Part of me don't understand why corrupt politicians get away with it, or why someone completely          gets executed, or why someone so undeserving gets rewarded. That's when everybody will start saying LIFE IS UNFAIR. yes i geddit, It's FAIR that life is UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck ever thought that life is fair? Does anyone seriously believe that if you do good for the rest of your life, you will be rewarded and that bad people will be punished in the form of HOLY retribution? If you do, i suggest you become or a monk, and hide yourself away from humanity. one of my favourite sayings is ' The good die YOUNG'. I don't believe in the karma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt;, or what comes around goes around crap.  If there's anything close to that, that i believe, it's that majority pain and suffering are the cause of your OWN actions. There is no way, that if you remain good you can live happily ever after. You'll just gonna get used and thrown away. oh man, I feel so morbid and cynical now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God existed, it's not 'Life is unfair' anymore, it's 'God is Unjust'. God is seen as a perfect being from every aspect. Surely if God created this world, it'll have to be a fair and just world right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see this through properly. Pain and suffering can be seen as manifestation of divine justice. If you are suffering, it can be believed that it is punishment for whatever sin you have done before. It's kinda like karma. So if an earthquake happens or a tsunami strikes, people can say that it is collective responsibility of human beings who are being punished for their sins. All sentient beings will feel pain and suffering. More like, if we have pain receptors, we are bound to feel pain. It is also obvious that animals feel suffering through the noises they make. Like i said before, animals act on their instincts without being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; of the consequences of their actions. Therefore they are incapable of SIN. Why do they have to undergo pain and suffering? They have not sinned. The pain and suffering they experienced, if ignore hunger and illness caused by nature, is inflicted by human beings through slaughter and capture.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that they are being punished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very fact is enough to question God. Those days, people were so enthralled by their believe of God, that it was impossible for them to even THINK that God was unjust. Now, a normal person of this century, would think, this is unjust so therefore God is unjust/God doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt;...ancient people got their logic BACKWARDS. They said, God is Just, therefore animals are not sentient beings and are meant to be eaten. i read this from a book. people then are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fcked&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. even now, people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; so perplexed with the concept of God. Even i am. It's so hard to tear my mind away from it. Whether i like it or not, i have to admit that my life is influenced by it to a certain point. I don't want to believe in things such as divine retribution, karma, fate, luck and destiny but i can't help but associate my day with them sometimes. If someday humans can live life without any expectations from it and stop blaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; misfortunes on karma, fate, luck and destiny, it'll be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have more to say on another topic, but i feel lethargic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1307205687877045433?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/1307205687877045433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=1307205687877045433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1307205687877045433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1307205687877045433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-quite-misanthrope-today.html' title='Feeling quite the Misanthrope Today'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-1856335952114731941</id><published>2009-02-19T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:42:51.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God'/><title type='text'>Sad Blue Balls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No. 1, Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;District of Gods,&lt;br /&gt;And The Land of Magical ponies,&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly, Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt; Big M,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're fine and immune to pathogens. I'm having muscle cramps all over my body that laughing aches my stomach. Heal me. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me well enough to know that I believe in you without me telling you that I believe in you. And I know that you know that everyone doesn't know that you know that I believe in you. However, I do not vow to pray more often because I am not the kind to keep unfaithful promises. Look, I'm being honest here so gimmie Suikoden II. I trade you with Suikoden I. Deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you're ever in a good mood please do make Jowy and Flik real so tll and I could have a double wedding thank you very much. Be sure they're perfect in every expects. Including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;. Hoho runes *,*! -ahem- Don't worry you'll be the first in our invitation list xoxo. 8D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign &lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt; Big M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I sense you. Stop peeking on me when I'm baking cakes D8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humungo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;your creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1856335952114731941?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/1856335952114731941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=1856335952114731941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1856335952114731941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1856335952114731941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-blue-balls.html' title='Sad Blue Balls.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5470116857640320124</id><published>2009-02-18T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:32:39.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps1'/><title type='text'>h3nt41 no jutsu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suikoden II.&lt;br /&gt;I summon you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you appear before me... D8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I love you Flik! Marry meeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5470116857640320124?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5470116857640320124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5470116857640320124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5470116857640320124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5470116857640320124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/h3nt41-no-jutsu.html' title='h3nt41 no jutsu.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5684266883754266771</id><published>2009-02-17T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:57:28.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC STICKMAN BATTLE CAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>my first flash movie ever!! and it's a STICKMAN BATTLE.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?? coz stickman battles are a CLASSIC. there's even the legendary KAMEHAMEHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha! this so much fun to do!! i think i'll do more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d62e3165e2073953" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd62e3165e2073953%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31D807371FFE443E6EC13A819BC46E46A00FF81D.83CACF5D6CE192246651B8F8EDB396756CD3B1D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd62e3165e2073953%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5IYWmE30De9oZk-2_dImMROKYho&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd62e3165e2073953%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400899%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31D807371FFE443E6EC13A819BC46E46A00FF81D.83CACF5D6CE192246651B8F8EDB396756CD3B1D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd62e3165e2073953%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5IYWmE30De9oZk-2_dImMROKYho&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : i jst watched the Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Very thoughtful movie, but won't blog about it, coz after i watched it, my WHOLE MIND was jumbled up with mixed feelings. I can't put it into words @_@. Maybe i will blog about if i feel like torturing myself xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5684266883754266771?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d62e3165e2073953&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5684266883754266771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5684266883754266771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5684266883754266771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5684266883754266771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/epic-stickman-battle-caaaaaaaaargh.html' title='EPIC STICKMAN BATTLE CAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-4433513114667368374</id><published>2009-02-16T21:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:26:29.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world domination'/><title type='text'>When you jump for joy, you got stuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;World Domination (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZwMdGMcoiI/AAAAAAAACs8/oaNrK9UhN7E/s1600-h/wd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZwMdGMcoiI/AAAAAAAACs8/oaNrK9UhN7E/s320/wd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304128155154162210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Learning to Differentiate.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise 1.1a&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; tll&lt;/span&gt;, lebam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZluLZ-qieI/AAAAAAAACs0/Xd-FdOe2_oQ/s1600-h/backyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZluLZ-qieI/AAAAAAAACs0/Xd-FdOe2_oQ/s320/backyard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303391178436807138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Results:&lt;/span&gt; We never made it that far till we got lost. Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4433513114667368374?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4433513114667368374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4433513114667368374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4433513114667368374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4433513114667368374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-jump-for-joy-you-got-stuck.html' title='When you jump for joy, you got stuck.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZwMdGMcoiI/AAAAAAAACs8/oaNrK9UhN7E/s72-c/wd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5369029702825097585</id><published>2009-02-15T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:02:32.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>Thongs and G-strings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wiggle My Thos offers the finest post titles that it is so easy to goggle us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have very fine readers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZb4oSD0GQI/AAAAAAAACsc/F6f9aRTzhTs/s1600-h/lol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZb4oSD0GQI/AAAAAAAACsc/F6f9aRTzhTs/s320/lol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302698982201628930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is what they key in to search us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5369029702825097585?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5369029702825097585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5369029702825097585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5369029702825097585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5369029702825097585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/thongs-and-g-strings.html' title='Thongs and G-strings.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SZb4oSD0GQI/AAAAAAAACsc/F6f9aRTzhTs/s72-c/lol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-5070060424637473253</id><published>2009-02-14T23:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:49:32.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God'/><title type='text'>Spread Your Legs!</title><content type='html'>I am so disappointed. There is still numerous of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jahiliah&lt;/span&gt; people around here. f*ck. It's sickening enough stealing corpses, but to abuse into a believe?? sh111t. D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it me or Malaysia's just getting a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; shallow. It's weird enough to complain about yoga, let alone assuming that jeans influences girls into&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lesbianism&lt;/span&gt;. Now they're taking away friendship's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S-E-N-S-I-T-I-V-E! -melodious screechy voice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's low man. Really low. And I think we're filled with enough lowly  people already. Screw 'em weed suckers that hangs about the area just to whistle to babes they find hot. Screw 'em lowly Indians that only know nothing better than to drink and scream with their mother tongue. Screw 'em sore losers that are only capable on summoning their gang to b1tch fight. Screw 'em people who are gifted with a brain but aren't able to use it. Screw 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go f*ck thyself with fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even the great Lebam thinks Valentines Day sangat mengarut. But for the teachers to abuse their power by giving out discipline form to whoever that hands out whatever to do with heart shape, yang tu lebih mengarut kan? Bodoh-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take the insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have the most wonderful testimony once I graduate from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Name: LEBAM&lt;br /&gt;IC: **0*0*-**-****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specific student is black listed for:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Long finger nails.&lt;br /&gt;2. White bra/ black strap.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tip of the sock's black.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fringe exposed as sideburns.&lt;br /&gt;5. Giving a heart shaped valentine's card to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her sister&lt;/span&gt;. (of course nobody bothered to highlight that.)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, maybe on the upcoming assembly an announcement would be made saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lebam, student of x Jaya, will be expelled from school as she has been caught red handed, passing a Valentine's card to an innocent form 1. Her intentioned may be assumed as an influence to lesbianism.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FTW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are teachers and prefects so egoistic to the point that they think it's too darn humiliating to admit their mistakes. God dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck thyself. Just go f*ck thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5070060424637473253?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5070060424637473253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5070060424637473253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5070060424637473253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5070060424637473253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/spread-your-legs.html' title='Spread Your Legs!'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-8788178561070000129</id><published>2009-02-13T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:26:40.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, you're so flat, you make the WALL jealous ;)</title><content type='html'>So today, something happened in my unbelievably mundane and uneventful life. and it lasted for about 10 seconds only. Wait.. it didnt even happen to me. I wasnt even there. I was too busy expelling faeces from my anus. Nevertheless, it was interesting to be on the scene 30 seconds later haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it happened about 12 hours ago, and hype kinda just died and i don't feel very interested to blog about it hoho. i'm not sorry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it, THAT OUR NUFFNANG STAND AT A RIDICULOUS RM1.25?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;That's all we've earned for the pass several months!! Is it because we don't link anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why we don't link anyone! it's BECAUSE &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M LAZY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t's not just THAT. it's because just thinking of how all of Mabel's stalkers will spam the chatbox with "link me! link me!" will make my       pressure rise to infinity and beyond! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost all blogging mojo. forcing myself to write a blog post is torturous. so till this blogging block ends. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone get me some nice surveys to do guaaa... so i don't have to think of what to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8788178561070000129?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8788178561070000129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8788178561070000129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8788178561070000129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8788178561070000129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-youre-so-flat-you-make-wall.html' title='Girl, you&apos;re so flat, you make the WALL jealous ;)'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-2485192389818319695</id><published>2009-02-08T18:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:59:11.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tender B00bs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing myself as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRE-FATIMAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically everyone calls me that and the only reason was because I don't &lt;s&gt;take my vegetables&lt;/s&gt; consume pork. The Chinese's no.1 must to eat delicacy which is often fancied by the Japanese citizens. Oh believe this, the Japanese loves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bah ku teh&lt;/span&gt;. How awesome is that? C8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT TASTE S-O-U GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fret not. For I is Fatimah no more! Wahahaha.. ha.. ha.. ...okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that pigs have the most jello in it's meat disgusts me. I don't know when this begun but I feel queasy whenever I take slimy or jello like meat. Even fish skin horrifies me. And to actually have that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thing &lt;/span&gt;inside my mouth. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lap chiong&lt;/span&gt;. I don't like it one bit. I can't stand the taste, I cant stand the smell. And neither can I stand the looks of it. It so fugly I could get eye cancer from looking at it. Omg, the horror! D8 I don't know what's it called in English so maybe you could google it or ask your Chinese mates about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the day I got baptized into Chineselism. I remember it so vividly like it was just yesterday. Oh jolly joy, &lt;s&gt;the best day in my entire life :D:D&lt;/s&gt; I felt sick the whole journey home. It wasn't because I knew I had icky fats in my mouth. It was just how it was prepared. Because it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char siu pau&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char siu&lt;/span&gt; was inside the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt; and goodness, it was thick and gooey like peanut soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dared&lt;/span&gt; to quaff in a ball&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pau&lt;/span&gt; for nothing in return. But I did it out of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; free will&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't taste so bad. Just the part where I chew and have a good taste at the fatty layer, my face started to blush. I was holding in whatever nausea I felt when I swallowed it. &lt;s&gt;Buddha came down afterwards to congratulate me together with a hamper and a golden metal stating that I am an official Chinese. The proudest day of my intire life. *sniff*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how free will plays an important role in believing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just playing you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jgn terasa&lt;/span&gt; Lebam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bag&lt;/span&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Friday. Friday was bad bad bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I had a problem with stereotype Indians. In fact, I go well with them but sometimes I just think it's too much. I mean guys, heyy, if you like a girl don't push yourself by giving them clues like tossing shattered glass at her, hitting her or hurting her just to get her to notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. ftw is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's necessary to create an argument out of a tease and I don't heck care if you say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main-main aje&lt;/span&gt;" because in the end, the innocent a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, will be the one getting hurt for sitting at a seat surrounded by stereos. Since you guys refuses to switch place with me because I'm so utterly close to the lecturers, then please, respect my existence. Seesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother, your father, your grandfather, your moyang. I don't care. Even if you go around pukima-ing everyone in class I don't see any reason why females should be mad because they have a frigging cibai. Why not you females just hit back the guys and say, "Look, I know I have a cibai and you don't. There are so many names for cibais because living creatures with pukimas are awesome. Without pukimas, lan ciaos are more than useless". After saying that, proceed to the next step, ignoring. Yeah, you do that next time ok ladies? Don't go around kicking bottles, please? Most ladies I know really suck with football. Their aiming angle suck to the max. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got hit. Which explains the post. A frigging plastic bottle was enough to swell my lips thank you very much, braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lebam has been lebaminated.&lt;br /&gt;F***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening house on Saturday wasn't too bad. My friends couldn't make it but I met some others. There were a few hotties :P Not bad not bad. Well, everyone pretty much gambled their way to bed. So did I. &lt;s&gt;Poker's awesome with the innocent.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Black jack's awesome with a generous dealer.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah apart from that I also met a few Wiggle My Tho's readers and I don't know why so many of them doesn't know that there are two contributors to this blog. I don't geddit, our posts aren't of any similarities, and there is a huge language gap. Not to mention I'm much more exposed X: Or was it because I stopped posting the imeem player on the post that it is difficult to tell us apart? I'm not that hardworking know D8! Maybe one of our posts should be colourful so the readers could identify us easier. Anyway just to make things clear, once again, there are 2 admins to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TLL &amp;amp; LEBAM (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2485192389818319695?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2485192389818319695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2485192389818319695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2485192389818319695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2485192389818319695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tender-b00bs.html' title='Tender B00bs'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4371961242998116548</id><published>2009-02-05T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:04:21.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idk'/><title type='text'>It's not the h4te that matters, it's the mean.</title><content type='html'>sigh. even though my calendar tells me that i live in the 21st century, it's still unbelievable that such a medieval     , like said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'obese indian     '&lt;/span&gt;, can still survive in our modern era.&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, enough of the mean :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a farely good mood today for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i happy to know that this blog hasn't died yet, unlike our previous baby (mourn)&lt;br /&gt;IN FACT, this is the 80th post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to commemorate this event i shall list down 80 random facts about myself :D&lt;br /&gt;that sounds like... quite the feat lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, let the listing begin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I have no sense of direction. I still have trouble telling left from right, as with east and west.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I only remember 7 people's birthday (including my own. haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have super LOW ALCOHOL TOLERANCE. to a point that it's almost embarrassing D: Mabel calls me a super minor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't like cats. I got bitten by one recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know how to paint.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I can knit.wtf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I can crochet. wtf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I can't sing for nuts. the piano examiner laughed at my sight-singing. i don't blame him though. it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I am effing tone-deaf. d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I nearly drowned four times. How amazing was i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I ran straight into the wall before which resulted in stitches on my forehead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;My kindergarten teacher thought I was spastic. fck her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;That's was because I couldn't say "snake". still no reason to think i am a spastic, that underqualified teacher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I almost strangled my own brother. he didn't suffocate though. too bad. were you there, Mabel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I shoplifted once. i wanted to try it. it wasn't as fun as it looked lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I was a tremendous bully xD ooh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;i use to collect stamp and stickers. yea you already know that hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;my neighbour taught me about s3x. How? she showed me with my barbie doll and her Ken doll. HAWHAW.  God, how old was i?? 4 or 5??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I used to be super scared of ghosts. to a point, that i didn't dare open my eyes in the dark, coz i was afraid i would see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;When i have trouble sleeping, i hug my bolster till i sleep. Aw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I can't hold grudges. Surprisingly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I punched a gal      in her gut before. yea she cried. I DON'T REGRET IT :DDDD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I used to suffer from car-motion sickness. it was so bad, that i could vomit up to 3 times in a trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I shyt once in 2 days. eheh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't stand huge mirrors. THEY SRSLY BOTHER ME. especially the ones in the hotel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I love doing jigsaw puzzles. Too bad no one ever figures that out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I HAVE TERRIBLE HAND WRITING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I have UBER short memory span. Once, i was chatting with my friend on the phone in the mall, and i suddenly felt my pockets and my phone wasn't there. i spazed for a moment, then i realize i was using it -_-''&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I use to think that Malaysia was in Selangor. I am indeed a genius child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I also thought that if i spoke into a mug and quickly covered it, i could listen to my voice when i put my ear close to the mug. wasn't i cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND FACT #31 is I'M VERY LAZY!! BWAHAHHAHA. so that's it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4371961242998116548?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4371961242998116548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4371961242998116548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4371961242998116548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4371961242998116548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-h4te-that-matters-its-mean.html' title='It&apos;s not the h4te that matters, it&apos;s the mean.'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-8266879054913334688</id><published>2009-02-04T22:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:09:37.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Go To Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh 'EM GEe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;KADEVALEHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HELL WITH JUDGMENTAL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE HELL WITH RIDICULOUS RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It agitates me when you put me in a situation like I'm in an argument with someone with sagging balls. When I response, you call me a rebel. When I keep silent, you call me deaf. When I restrain myself, you call me a chicken. When I be nice, you call me a hypocrite or a biatch or what so ever that comes into your mind first. You're not giving me much choice here god dammit. The next time this shiz occurs i might just tear off your lips and replace it with a zipper. That way, when I'm sick and tired and you're on my way I could just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; zzzpppp&lt;/span&gt; you nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, there's this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obese&lt;/span&gt; indian&lt;/span&gt;      that's going around spreading news that imma playgirl for hanging out with.. Nana?? And she says she has proof that I am one? wtf? I can't shop with my best friend now? These kinda people has serious issues man. So the next time I walk around with some      who's my cousin, but she clearly has no clue about it because she doesn't investigate first, so that makes me a lesbo? And when I'm around a bunch of males, that makes me a casanova? Brilliant! People actually buy those crap cause I don't socialize in the building of knowledge spreaders? Big deal. I couldn't care less about interacting with many of the these earthlings from the top classes. I have my reasons. There's a fairly great amount of people that looks down at those who are from the lower streams because they're not at the top classes? Ohh, so you're calling one a dumbass if one dreams of being a hair stylist as a career in the future? YOU INANE JUDGMENTAL BABOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you make a huge deal about me being bisexual? I know I damn power la. Deal with it. Cow dunk jealous that I am able to fondle the ass of both female and male while you only have your one and only? Oh wait, that's right, you have no one. You said it yourself in the open that you dumped a guy that has feelings for you deeply because you fell for another? Oh dear. That loud screechy voice of yours would definitely get you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get shiz talk from people that don't even know me. Chunted man. Just chunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand if you're indulged into a relationship and you're facing problems. But this one is just niama stupid attention seeking little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toot toot toot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie, you don't go around asking for help because your     friend/ boyfriend tells you that there are more people chasing after them. No one can help you. And why should they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it anymore obvious that they are craving ATTENTION?&lt;br /&gt;Ma gawd. You dumbass. Give her LOVE or something. I mean that literally ya. Maybe then they'll stfu and love you or sumfin idk.&lt;br /&gt;But heck, why bother dating someone from the internet realm and in like a whole other world? Then again, if love is really love then you shouldn't doubt love because it's love! It's love baby. What better way to trust someone than to be drowned by the feeling of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I take that back. It's life. We're only human. Love has no proper defintion without exaggerating it into a loong loooong boring essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what my principle always says.&lt;br /&gt;When one sins, THE DEVILS' IN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Zomg repent! repent!&lt;br /&gt;Psssshhh.. kampung minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May peace be with &lt;s&gt;you.&lt;/s&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8266879054913334688?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8266879054913334688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8266879054913334688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8266879054913334688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8266879054913334688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-to-hell.html' title='Go To Hell.'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-8389624684351704402</id><published>2009-02-02T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:22:13.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Hi World, you suck.</title><content type='html'>nothing happened in particularly for the above title.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just feeling bitter and irritated. how not to be so, when you stand around for 8 hours, doing nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home, and i still have nothingness to do. so i shall blog, to snap myself of out nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;and also because April said she likes my blog posts, and i am obviously/needlessly flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic shall be about my life's pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ponder #1 (PLEASE DON'T GET OFFENDED D:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get religion. And the people. Don't misunderstand me, i have plenty of awesome Christian friends who don't cast me out for being agnostic (i'm an Apathetic Agnostic btw. Wiki it). i love em to bits. But to believe so strongly in something we have no proof of? that is, God?We don't even know if the effing guy, heaven or hell exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally always thought that the idea of God was spun a looong time ago, when people couldn't comprehend Typhoons and floods and wtv natural disaster. So they simply say, that Big Guy up there is angry. Or when something bad happens for no apparent reason, they'll just blame it on God. So he's like the scapegoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waittaminit. so you say that God created humans. I strongly believe in Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution.  Yea, that's also means that's i believe that we share a relationship with monkeys. I also believe in the Big Bang theory by Stephen Hawking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BANG!!! &lt;/span&gt;TA-DA!! TEH UNIVERSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun get how people can believe so blindly in faith. That God will save them from their sins and promise them seven virgins in heaven. That if we do good in life, we will be promised heaven. Like shyt man, living this life is tiring enough but there's also Life After      ?? The last thing i wanna worry about in my last living seconds, is whether i'll do well in L.A.D. i just wanna die man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i digress. so people believe so strongly and is willing to give up everything for religion?? i SERIOUSLY DON'T GET IT. I understand if someone do good things because they want the world to be a better place, but if someone does it just to go heaven, that's just fcked up. That's a uber selfish person. PLUS, where the hell is GOD NOW?? there's the damn financial crisis going on and 2 wars with people dying!! If he was soo active in the past turning water into wine and such, he could just step out of the clouds and like zap all the tanks and jets into oblivion!! WHOOPEE WORLD PEACE!! but nooo, nothing of that sort happened. If there's a God, he clearly doesnt give a shyt about this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone is willing to enlighten me on why and how people are so pious, please do so by leaving a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ponder #2 (PLEASE DO GET OFFENDED :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 types of mild stalkerism i know. One is the type where they are simply interested in little things like, what underwear he's wearing, where is he studying, what care he drives and such, WITHOUT exposing herself to him. thus only flapping around in the shadow conveniently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second type is something like the first, EXCEPT she likes getting attention from her victim. she wants her victim to praise her, give her lots of "hugs and kisses" and bugs the victim endlessly with smses, calls and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second type, I DON'T LIKE. I don't like it, no matter who it happens to. especially if it's someone i'm close to. No names shall be mentioned, but i think you know who you are. This is of course related to Mabel's previous post.&lt;br /&gt;So lowly and shameless, these stalkers seem to be!! they squeal in their high pitch voices, make cutesy faces and act all helplessly. They don't deserve to have their faces smashed in by a sledgehammer and head rammed into a wall, i still like to do so to them, because i am a unreasonable person by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET A FCKING SPINE. so disgusting!! just reading manja messages wanna make me HURL. Here's the pondering now : how the in world, do these people become what they are?? were they, perhaps neglected as a child and seek attention from uninvolved people? OR maybe sxually harrassed? I THINK it's because they want to be pampered! To be treated like the fcking babies they are!! GET YOUR OWN PARENTS. MABEL ISN'T YOUR MUMMY. AND NEITHER DOES SHE HAVE THE TIME TO. Or is it whenever you try to act all cutesy with your parents, you get a proper arse-whooping from em?! Well-deserved!! But too bad nothing has penetrated the thick skull of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If arse-whooping from parents haven't cured you of your manja-ness and mild stalker tendencies, i doubt this single blog post would. But if anything of what i said have hurt your feelings, please let me know so that i can congratulate myself on a job well-done! If you have change your attitude from reading this, don't send me a comment, i prefer cash. think of this post as therapeutic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponderings END. i'm out of juice so maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: i don't care if you don't like me. your significance in my life is almost negative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8389624684351704402?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8389624684351704402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8389624684351704402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8389624684351704402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8389624684351704402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-world-you-suck.html' title='Hi World, you suck.'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-2721793259345775664</id><published>2009-01-28T17:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:08:22.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>NO PHOK</title><content type='html'>I want to thank my PAPA for getting me a flat screen monitor although the one I got is too big. (the one I wanted was 13 inch but it was out of stock.) ANd, I want to thank my MAMI for encouraging me to grab the 8GB pen drive. LOVES---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you people out there that wished me a happy cny and expected a reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I did &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cared. I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; accidentally &lt;/span&gt;dropped my phone and the walkman button shattered into a kazillion pieces. I couldn't pick up the pieces because I was too lazy and I couldn't care less about straining my eyes to look for the little fragments of my phone. I am now unable to harass my enter, cancel, walkman and direction buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Chinese Ox Year to you too. May money, luck and blessings from whichever Buddha or God you pray for fall upon you and so forth greetings I wish to copy paste fa la la, la, la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BIG DEAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkk first, let us address you as *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That feller that gave up on studies to persue a career of the DOTA GOD that ran away from home because that feller thinks that his parents were too controlling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That feller that gave up on studies to persue a career of the DOTA GOD that ran away from home because that feller thinks that his parents were too controlling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESS.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be bothered about the life you live because you yourself agreed that you are living a nothing but you are too weak and easily frustrated to even bother understanding "y=mx+c". I'm sure everyone had a hard time getting that formula. Gee, the IQ standard in school sure is hard. I wasted so much of my time advising and listening to your cronicles of life, and all you could do was switch the topic to something else like "ei, u knw wat... my cousin made my other cousin horny...". Yeah, I shouldn't have bothered. I'm sure we all wonder why your little siblings are sluts playing love while often pondering on the years' lecture thinking that the teacher was a bigger joke than they are just to realize that A + A isn't equal to AA when they are 84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I AM NOT YOUR SUGARMAMA TILL YOU PAY ME A SALARY OF MY FUTURE CAREER'S WORTH PAY MONTHLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE WHINERS.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PEOPLE THAT LOVES BEING PAMPERED.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANJA&lt;/span&gt;-NESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"yerr.. jie.. mou la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI NOT CUTE MHAN.&lt;br /&gt;SI NOT CUTEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want is to die of hypertension during my female month thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ppppppssssssshhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I could get away from slapping you till even your mother couldn't recognize you I WOULD. But your "i think you are cute" fan would be a problem. Not that I care but I'd get into trouble with the teachers and stuff. Not that I would get into a mess with my parents. They might be proud of me even. I just don't want to waste a good testimony for a future and wave my ass goodbye to my next door inconsiderateness. Suck my dildo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; browney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, I can be racist too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2721793259345775664?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2721793259345775664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2721793259345775664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2721793259345775664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2721793259345775664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='NO PHOK'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-7582094613510302812</id><published>2009-01-25T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:20:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunnuva</title><content type='html'>a rant post because i know you all love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i have been working for almost one and a half months at that shop. it's just been that short of a time but i already feel bored, sapped of my youth and social life, tired and a deep sense of REGRET. and i RARELY regret my actions. i regretted being contented when i first got the job. i partly blame the fact that i got rejected by so many places, so i was kinda desperate to nail this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf was i thinking? satisfied with a sales assistant job?&lt;br /&gt;though i'm learning tons, i'm shocked that i didn't look for better jobs, even though i'm hired already. now it's too late. i'm can't go job hunting again without risking my current job. oh well lesson learnt, and i shan't repeat it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, one and a half months doing the same thing, and i'm SICK OF IT. waittaminnit. what about the other old peeps who've worked there. i asked one of them and she told me that she's been working here for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 fcking years??? What more, she's been doing the sales assistant post ever since she was 20. she's 48 now. That's a real fcking long time. with her experience, she could have gotten a better job. is being a sales assistant her passion?? i don't get it. doesn't she want MORE in life? but i'm not gonna speculate about her life, and i'm assuming that it's because of my immaturity, that i don't understand. But here's what i think (about the older staff) : i think that they're satisfied with their current life and not half-arsed enough to achieve more. they are unambitious and not driven to succeed. A sales assistant job isn't even comfortable. No public holidays, terrible working condition, lousy employers and a poor commission. i don't get it, and i DON'T THINK I EVER WANT TO. i don't want their attitude to start rubbing off me. i want to go far in life and rule the world. yesss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's my other part-time worker. an Indian 18-year old gal. According to her, she's planning on working to save up money for college.&lt;br /&gt;good luck hon, with a 4.50 per hour job.&lt;br /&gt;So she's tall, poor, have no mother, loves make-up and shopping and according to the other staff, has a Japanese boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shyt about all that. the overall impression i have on, let's call her IPT (Indian Part-Timer), is DIM.&lt;br /&gt;dim dim dim dim dim dim DIM. once i get an impression of someone, it's hard for me to look at him/her in another way. i have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1 : her neighbour happens to walk past, and spots IPT. Undoubtedly, the neighbour has a pleasant surprise. What does the IPT do? She strolls out of the shop and chats her her neighbour for 20 minutes, in front of the Supervisor wearing her uniform and Part-Time tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell? It's common sense that you're not suppose to have a nice talk for 20 minutes just outside the shop with customers walking in. if you're gonna chat with a friend during work time, at least do it with discreetly. So, it's either she's doing it on purpose, or she's just stupid. i stuck with 'stupid'. Why would she do it on purpose, if she 'needs the money to pay for college'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me. I'm kind to her, but sometimes, i just feel irrationally irritated by her.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have a hand phone, so i sold her my BenQ phone to her for RM50. i even allowed her to pay me after she gets her first pay check. so yea, she hasn't paid me. i also lent her RM10 to buy her sim card. she paid me back for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still figuring out why i don't like her, but i think it's because of her attitude. she doesn't work hard,  and she's stubborn. she doesn't listen to older colleagues and repeats her mistakes endlessly. And i also think, she doesn't want to go to college. When i first found out about her reason, out of the kindness of my heart, i told her that there's another sales assistant job in One U that pays RM6 an hour (i got rejected coz i was too young D':). RM6 per hour is a STEAL. she didn't go for it. why? i have no idea. that's when that idea popped into my head. Maybe she just wants to get married soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus she said she always ponteng school and she confirmed with me that she has failed 4 SPM subjects. that kinda shocked me. Never have i heard anybody told me something like that to freely like she didnt care. Maybe it's because i've always studied and lived in such a sheltered and enclosed world that i've never heard this. All my friends always speaks of As and Distinction and never of failing. That kinda hit me, that my life was so sculpted and protected. In fact i never thought that i would know someone who were related to gangsters. One of th younger staff had a gangster as an ex-husband and beat her up till she was admitted into hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So working as a sales assistant, i've met all sorts of people. The customers are interesting. but that's another story. this post is getting to be too long for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tata's y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Gambling Begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-7582094613510302812?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/7582094613510302812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=7582094613510302812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7582094613510302812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7582094613510302812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunnuva.html' title='Sunnuva'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-3811889995955409085</id><published>2009-01-13T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:35:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLABBER</title><content type='html'>well hello.&lt;br /&gt;this isnt the promise post, but that'll come sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Today!! i just feel like BLABBING. just like those boring blog that only talk about their boring lives and what boring things they do everyday!! so effing unbearable!! that's why i usually refrain from talking about what i did today. i will only TALK about my DAY, when i suddenly gain super powers and take over the world. ahhh that'll be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do i want to blab?&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE!! it's because today i cleared up ALL the junk that has been accumulating in my drawers for years!! and sometimes, it's just nice reminisce about 'the good ol' days'.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at first i was worried about what i would see under the stack of papers in my drawer... like you know, something could have been growing there without my knowledge. but nothing of that sort of course.&lt;br /&gt;but flipping through all of my BAD OLD DRAWING, gAAAHH... how on earth could i have shown THAT to anyone!? i should have dug a grave and bury myself.. such such TERRIBLE ART. i am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I've thrown them alll away. Now, noone shall ever see tht ever again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amount of junk in my drawer in AmAzInG. like, this was junk from aeons ago!! why do i still have it?? there was a STASH of carbon paper that i was crazy about when i was in primary school!! stolen from somewhere no doubt. i also had sockets(!), so so much string, a roll of thread, some cheap toy from a Mamee packet and lots more crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh. ALSO, i kinda re-descovered my stam collection!! ahem. i am rather proud of my stamp collection. it was a long-time-ago poseur hobby. i just wanted to look intellectual picking up stamps with a tweezer and carefully inspecting that with a monocle. heh. i never did that though.&lt;br /&gt;but i have a wonderful collection!! all thanks to my godmother! she was so nice to buy beyoootiful stamps from England. but i never talk to her anymore... kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were also some LAME naruto comics i drew!! so LAME. how did i ever think of THAT!! i shall speak NO MORE of it!! NO MORE. but i still keep em for memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then! i removed my wonderful PINK bedsheets!! how i love my pink bedsheets! they make my sleep better everynight! they are favs! and i don't care if they're PINK. they've been with me for a looong time!! so smooth and cool....ahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've blabbed enough!! satisfied now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciau bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-3811889995955409085?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/3811889995955409085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=3811889995955409085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3811889995955409085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/3811889995955409085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/01/blabber.html' title='BLABBER'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-4264243579409283939</id><published>2009-01-08T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:43:28.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promise</title><content type='html'>i've learnt a lot from working..&lt;br /&gt;not just how to deal with people, or how to fold clothes.&lt;br /&gt;it's the people around me..&lt;br /&gt;and i promise.&lt;br /&gt;after i quit my job&lt;br /&gt;i'll write a MIGHTYlong post on the lessons learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4264243579409283939?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4264243579409283939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4264243579409283939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4264243579409283939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4264243579409283939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/01/promise.html' title='promise'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-5234870860641384171</id><published>2009-01-04T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:18:56.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) NEW YEAR! WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS, THE MAJORITY NEVER FOLLOWS THEM. SCHOOL'S BEGINNING IN A COUPLE MORE HOURS. HOW D'YA FEEL???? :D:D:D CNY'S DUE SOON. I SEE PROSPERITY $ *ching*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;the person who forgotten to cut her fingernails,&lt;br /&gt;Bam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5234870860641384171?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5234870860641384171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5234870860641384171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5234870860641384171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5234870860641384171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-new-year-woo-screw-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-9186998286985193667</id><published>2008-12-27T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:57:51.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANTA CLAUS IS A LIE AND GIFTS COME FROM HOW MUCH IT'S WORTH AND NOT BY HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Read it, eat it, swallow it, digest it, store it, remember it, sleep with it soundly, save it, keep it, rewind it, seed it, sow it, grow it, take care of it nicely, share it, spread it, feed it, cook it, spice it, treasure it, flavour it like ice-cream, try it, kiss it, hug it, peck it, lick it, touch it, feel it's energy, groom it, dress it, wear it, give it, gift it, care for it, like you really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANTA CLAUS IS REAL AND GIFTS COME FROM THE HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read it, eat it, clench it, bite it, spit it, step it, stomp on it.. ahh nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay tll there's always next year's turkey. I hope work isn't too hard for you as on Christmas. May your word spread around like wild fire, if aunties like such are able to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to schoool :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-9186998286985193667?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/9186998286985193667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=9186998286985193667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/9186998286985193667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/9186998286985193667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-7079903344723682474</id><published>2008-12-26T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:44:27.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Merry F-cking Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   All i want for Christmas is an AK47 to kill every customer that walked into Hush Puppies today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They've been         n4ughty and they deserve more than coals for Christmas. Something like a bullet to the head should be good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with MUCH HATRED,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. i shall ignore Lebam's rather disturbing post. Although it does make my day when friends/family come and visit me :D&lt;br /&gt;it really cheers me up and reenergize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TODAY (i am talking about 25 dec) is just about the WORST christmas EVER. and i had many bad christmases before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just hour after hour of standing and serving fcking rude customers and folding clothes. All these stupid cheena housewives OBVIOUSLY fail at housekeeping.  They just dig around, pulling out clothes from their wrappers and rafia strings and flip everything OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, some of them ask for this and that, and end up not buying ANYTHING. WHY?? because they found out it WASN'T on discount. FCKING HELLL. you want cheap stuff?? just go to friggn reject shop or factory outlet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People there are like DAMN insensitive. they pick up a shirt with one hand, the other holding a branded bag (fake obviously) and if they don't like what they see, they proceed to chuck it away.&lt;br /&gt;then they repeat process until everything's messed up!! MINUTES after i finish folding a pile of clothes, it's all in a mess AGAIN. damn p1ssing off! i feel like using a sledgehammer and knocking the heads of those drag queens with an inch-thick of make-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. the whole day i busy giving bytch stares. i also ALMOST picked a fight with this r-tard 40+ lady. Lucky she backed down. Then i began channeling my anger into tripping little brats that ran around the store. I hope they fall down and get a concussion. THEN DIE A TERRIBLE      .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that made my day a little bit better was hanging out with my friends during my one hour break. had time to play racing rounds at the arcade with 4 of them!! damn fun. i got 2nd, despite of them being guys who can drive woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLABLA after that, my day returned back to CRAPPY. i was also moping coz i missed another christmas party!! CHILD SLAVERY!! and i don't get paid extra!&lt;br /&gt;So sorry mabel that i couldn't eat that turkey :(&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had a better day than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this rant post as a christmas present for y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: don't ask me why i haven't quit! SICK of THAT question!! if you really must know, it's because i'm testing my perseverance!! To see how far i can go on with this crappy job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-7079903344723682474?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/7079903344723682474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=7079903344723682474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7079903344723682474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/7079903344723682474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-f-cking-christmas.html' title='Merry F-cking Christmas'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-230344650452986491</id><published>2008-12-25T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:31:53.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>1kutama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I visited tll a couple of days ago while she was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;omgwtfbbq she looked smexy in that yellow working clothes of hers.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a shock and we had a meal @ Chillies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-230344650452986491?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/230344650452986491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=230344650452986491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/230344650452986491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/230344650452986491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/1kutama.html' title='1kutama'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-1729852705850216775</id><published>2008-12-22T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:03:19.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO DETH OF COUSINLY BLOG</title><content type='html'>so yea i've been kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;standing 8 hours a day is real work.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to type now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till this blogger's block end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-1729852705850216775?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/1729852705850216775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=1729852705850216775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1729852705850216775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/1729852705850216775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-deth-of-cousinly-blog.html' title='NO DETH OF COUSINLY BLOG'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-8893348419219675709</id><published>2008-12-21T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:55:28.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Jangan terasa k? D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summary version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there's 2 good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Both guys, both medical student, both knows CPR.&lt;br /&gt;One Malay, one Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Malay feller saves Chinese feller from drowning.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese feller unconscious and CPR's needed.&lt;br /&gt;Ambulance takes about 30mins to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;There's only two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how??&lt;br /&gt;Chinese feller dies due to non-halal or Malay feller abides religion matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike racism but Imma critic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8893348419219675709?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8893348419219675709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8893348419219675709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8893348419219675709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8893348419219675709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/jangan-terasa-k-d.html' title='Jangan terasa k? D:'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-2662948337168131310</id><published>2008-12-19T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:26:07.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian'/><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possibly another post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; may find offending. Then again, why bother. This blog is so dead I thought I could just rant about something common. I don't want to let another cousinly blog start molding and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SUvNHkwfSZI/AAAAAAAACrc/qRAiP-zUjlg/s1600-h/wtf+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SUvNHkwfSZI/AAAAAAAACrc/qRAiP-zUjlg/s320/wtf+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540518031870354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never find poses like these cute although it is so commonly used by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; clams&lt;/span&gt;. Not that the peace sign has anything to do with it but you know how things work in the wrong hands. Anyway, just so you know, it's not cute. But I suppose you'd give me the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like mai like lah&lt;/span&gt;" so suit yourself. It's your choice after all and this is only the way I see it. Above that, I don't fancy the term "cute". It sounds as though there's lies in it, you know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cetak rompak&lt;/span&gt;ness, fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you'd most likely get as a reply. Well, from the people that least fancy you. And they probably wouldn't say it aloud if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SUvNIHGpn4I/AAAAAAAACrk/kOQEt2fuHKo/s1600-h/wtbf+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SUvNIHGpn4I/AAAAAAAACrk/kOQEt2fuHKo/s320/wtbf+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281540527251627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetie, pictures like this are skin crawling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-2662948337168131310?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/2662948337168131310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=2662948337168131310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2662948337168131310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/2662948337168131310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/SUvNHkwfSZI/AAAAAAAACrc/qRAiP-zUjlg/s72-c/wtf+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-6441948699080964649</id><published>2008-12-12T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:21:28.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; such a sport although i usually don't entertain tags and chain letters (irony),&lt;br /&gt;but because this is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lebam&lt;/span&gt;, tagged i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; very free now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The last person to tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;Mabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and hopefully, one of my top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;assassins&lt;/span&gt; in my 'Family' ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impression towards him/her?&lt;br /&gt;It's too weird to type it all out here. especially in a place we blog together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;! i remember it like it was yesterday! it was a beautiful morning with the blackbirds dancing in the skies! It was when she.. i forgot. Honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been around her so long, that all the happy times have been blended into one. BUT. one thing's for sure! the most memorable thing that she has done for me and, without doubt, will do again is make me laugh my arse out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she has say to you?&lt;br /&gt;this is too sentimental for my brain to handle, so if you really care for me, you will forgive me for skipping this question. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;EDIT: i totally remember now! it's completely random but actually it's was the first thing that popped into my mind just now! so here it is : PO&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEK&lt;/span&gt;MON? hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;br /&gt;fight all struggles that will lie ahead our           f0rbidden and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;incestuos&lt;/span&gt; lesbian love! together of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;make her life as miserable as possible with my wit! like i do with most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; i     ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;br /&gt;open-mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;there's OBVIOUSLY some kind of HUMONGOUS misunderstanding. that's the only was for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desirable things to do for him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;let her live her life and try my best to guide her when she strays off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Overall impression towards him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;someone whom i want happy and comfortable with her surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;a touch and go thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character for you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On contrary, the character you      of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;i love myself most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;a respected one. for the bad and the good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bra or panties?&lt;br /&gt;i like them to be both on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Chocolate or ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 10 people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;i will not subject people to do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;humiliating&lt;/span&gt; and cheesy survey. on second thought mabel, i don't forgive you. so i tag my imaginary friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;whoever she is dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is 3 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;unisex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If number 7 and 10 got together, would that be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;so long these non-existent ppl are happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How about 5 and 8?&lt;br /&gt;are they happy? if yes, then good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is number 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;something that will bring lots a cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;i seldom talk to my imaginary friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;i do not like to intrude on my imaginary friend's personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Say something about number 2.&lt;br /&gt;no.2 is a product of a BRILLIANT person's imagination. *ahem* me *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What do you think about number 3 and 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;everything's perfect in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Describe number 9.&lt;br /&gt;again, a product of a intelligent person's imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What will you do if number 6 and 7 fights?&lt;br /&gt;erase them from my imagination. nobody fights in here! unless it's over money or me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 10 questions were pretty fun ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciau bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6441948699080964649?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6441948699080964649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6441948699080964649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6441948699080964649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6441948699080964649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-8119036469667893214</id><published>2008-12-12T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:22:39.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Common Mails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why Chinese shouldn't have Christian names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anne Chang = Dirty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chin = Keep Quiet (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Faye Chen = Dusty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carl Cheng = Buttock (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Monica Cheng = Touching your buttocks (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Leow = You are dead (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Jane Tan = Frying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Suzie Leow = Lose till death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Henry Mah = Hate your mum (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Tai = Poor fellow (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Chan = Bankrupt (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Tan = Bird laying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Tong = Rubbish Bin (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Teng = Leg hair long (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Connie Mah = Call your mother (Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;Danny See = Squeeze you to death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Teng = Screws and nails (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Pete Tsai = Nose droppings (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Macy Koh = Never try/die before (Cantonese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-8119036469667893214?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/8119036469667893214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=8119036469667893214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8119036469667893214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/8119036469667893214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/common-mails.html' title='Common Mails'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-6485325398949425280</id><published>2008-12-06T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:18:16.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Gua kesianmuuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pity Crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're known as a crime to fashion.&lt;br /&gt;They're banned from numeral schools in the US.&lt;br /&gt;They are claimed to be dangerous on escalators and stairways.&lt;br /&gt;They &lt;span&gt;have been deemed inappropriate footwear at Mercy Hospital in Pittsburgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't entirely despise Crocs as I've laid my feet in them once when my dad got his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;Crocs. I don't think it's as comfortable as they say. Or perhaps my receptors are just dead. Anyway, Crocs reminds me of Sora's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The more reason not to wear them, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I cleaned my room. It feels holy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6485325398949425280?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6485325398949425280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6485325398949425280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6485325398949425280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6485325398949425280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/reeses.html' title='Gua kesianmuuuu'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-4032611186016418443</id><published>2008-12-05T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:58:22.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>We Don't Need No Education</title><content type='html'>if it only that^ was true sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe it. it's been 1 week since SPM ended, and i think i brain has decayed into pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mabel!&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DAYS OF HELL HAS JUST BEGUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BWHAHAHHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how can i stand him" you ask? it's just a once in a month thing..&lt;br /&gt;besides, a lot of teachers at my school mispronounce my name.&lt;br /&gt;so, im kinda used to it.&lt;br /&gt;yea, the place is flooded with nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;crocs are hideous. period. no question about it.&lt;br /&gt;WHY, IN THE NAME OF GOOD TASTE, would you wear rubber with holes on your feet??&lt;br /&gt;just recently, i saw my teacher wearing them, the ones with goddamn rubber cartoons stuffed into the holes.&lt;br /&gt;i think that took a few years off my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHH!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STAND THOSE MONSTROSITIES!&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if it's comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if it makes your feet smell heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you think it's stylish.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if YOU DON'T care that ppl think you look like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUMBASS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE'S A LIMIT TO EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get that off your feet now!! it's revolting!&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see a croc on someone's feet, i have to surpress the urge to knock the guy down, yank those things off and BURN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;so don't parade in front of me wearing them. don't blame me if i         ally kill you when you die protecting your beloved piece of shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start a poll at the side of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;coz i really wanna know how many ppl despise those things as much as i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so vote y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciau-bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-4032611186016418443?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/4032611186016418443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=4032611186016418443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4032611186016418443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/4032611186016418443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-dont-need-no-education.html' title='We Don&apos;t Need No Education'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-650139053179709931</id><published>2008-12-04T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:23:40.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my braces 2 days ago and already gotten 2 huge ulcers right at the end of my left and right cheek gums. Bonding indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/STa-uYEOtFI/AAAAAAAAB-E/yWTY1AFPf_E/s1600-h/braces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/STa-uYEOtFI/AAAAAAAAB-E/yWTY1AFPf_E/s320/braces.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275613717454566482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink &lt;/span&gt;looks like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; looks like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, they're bonding too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was awful. The lower wire poked into my gums (the one right at the back of the last tooth), I told the trainee but she doesn't know how deep it was. She told me she would get it fixed. She ended up shoving it deeper in. Fortunately she was hot, so I let her get away with it. Otherwise I'd poke her back or something ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know how tll tolerated with this ortho. The people working around him are all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;females&lt;/span&gt;. Not that Imma sexist or something but he doesn't know his workers' names which made him looked a little.. you know? Because I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;He called me April after I told him my name like a couple of minutes before. For the next several time too. Up till our next visit. He got my name right then. He asks repetitive questions and he kept calling my cousins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Leilei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Hwa Quin&lt;/span&gt; or something. He stutters and stammers a lot and I think he's a little shaky because he grips hard. Or he's just rough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's scary ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow up to be an orthodontist too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-650139053179709931?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/650139053179709931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=650139053179709931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/650139053179709931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/650139053179709931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/bonding.html' title='Bonding'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/STa-uYEOtFI/AAAAAAAAB-E/yWTY1AFPf_E/s72-c/braces.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233887418998583311.post-6167911710832324367</id><published>2008-12-01T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:24:39.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickin son</title><content type='html'>IS HEAVILY POLLUTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;the sea is almost black.&lt;br /&gt;the sand was black and coarse.&lt;br /&gt;it tastes like     e (assumption)&lt;br /&gt;worst part?&lt;br /&gt;it's heavily congested with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel has summed up what needed to said about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had tons to say.&lt;br /&gt;looks like i didnt haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that mabel's family comes back safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. TWILIGHT SUCKSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD IS OVER RATED!!! you know what i think?&lt;br /&gt;I THINK that the human perception of Vampires is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what the image of vampires that has been forced upon us :&lt;br /&gt;they're tall with bluish-white faces. they sleep in coffins and at night they find beautiful virginal women or drink regular beautiful women, and they bite their necks and drink their      . the victims sometimes die and become vampire themselves. If you drive a stake into their hearts they scream and turn into ashes. they don't like garlic, crosses, or the sun , and sometimes they transform into bats and wolves, and unless someone kills them, they have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how banal does that all sound? Twilight's almost like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i must now escape from rabid fangirls.&lt;br /&gt;nothing is scarier than an angry fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciau bella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-6167911710832324367?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/6167911710832324367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=6167911710832324367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6167911710832324367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/6167911710832324367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/port-dickin-son.html' title='Port Dickin son'/><author><name>t l l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795508885917002534</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-2233887418998583311.post-5729559685268991914</id><published>2008-12-01T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:11:12.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Look at the Journal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zomg it's December already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WTFBBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233887418998583311-5729559685268991914?l=wigglemythos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/feeds/5729559685268991914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233887418998583311&amp;postID=5729559685268991914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5729559685268991914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233887418998583311/posts/default/5729559685268991914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wigglemythos.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-at-journal.html' title='Look at the Journal!'/><author><name>Lebam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fG6rWGqc3l4/RzeGA7mGzVI/AAAAAAAABRw/z-Wsh4-ee6s/s320/1_717092052l+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
