<?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-299287668050430516</id><updated>2011-11-17T09:19:56.917-08:00</updated><category term='~Somethings wroug with me~'/><category term='~Lol nothing to say'/><category term='so just tambak say~'/><category term='~New Post For Tomorrow~'/><category term='~Its me again~'/><category term='~Forgotten massage~'/><title type='text'>~cRaPpEr~</title><subtitle type='html'>TALKING CRAP AGAIN^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bored....very bored...so hers is 101 ways to annoy people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing the Batman theme incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sensual massage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeep Bip..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and then pointing it at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak only in a "robot" voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that this is so no one will "swipe your grub".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 98 copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffle incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name your dog "Dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with Lysol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbors you are a "spider person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with the prophesy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a special hip holster for your remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying &lt;br /&gt;more any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a play-by-play account of a persons every action in a nasal Howard Cosell voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum on every available surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staple papers in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask 1-800 operators for dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copyright warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sew anti-theft detector strips into peoples backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide dairy products in inaccessible places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set alarms for random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Gallo, serve Night Train next Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress only in clothes colored Hunters Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tape pieces of "Sweating to the Oldies" over climactic parts of rental movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear your pants backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only type in lowercase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont use any punctuation either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay for your dinner with pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie jingle bells to all your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat everything someone says, as a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assassination/UFO/ O.J Simpson conspiracy theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, its gone now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light road flares on a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wander around a restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave tips in Bolivian currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christmas caroling, sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" until physically restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend your computer's mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "no, wait, I messed it &lt;br /&gt;up," and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive half a block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask people what gender they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivate a Norwegian accent. If Norwegian, affect a Southern drawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routinely handcuff yourself to furniture, informing the curious that you don't want to fall off "in case the big one comes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers brains, such as "Feliz Navidad", the Archies "Sugar" or the Mr. &lt;br /&gt;Rogers theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making presentations, occasionally bob your head. like a parakeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your name to "AaJohn Aaaaasmith" for the great glory of being first in the phone book. Claim it's a Hawaiian name, and demand that people pronounce each "a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew on pens that you've borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a LOT of cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to 33rpm records at 45rpm speed, and claim the faster speed is necessary because of your "superior mental &lt;br /&gt;processing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mow your lawn with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about &lt;br /&gt;"psychological profiles."&lt;br /&gt;Stare at static on the TV and claim you can see a "magic picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never make eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never break eye contact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construct your own pretend "tricorder," and "scan" people with it, announcing the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make appointments for the 31st of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invite lots of people to other people's parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawl...haha...enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-8412548328992904819?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-3230643260488176136</id><published>2009-10-24T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T03:12:46.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~eMo LiFe~</title><content type='html'>Yo....wad up....i know lifes never fair and we get screwed up sometimes...but thats life...just GET OVER LIFE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born free,&lt;br /&gt;as free as the wind blows,&lt;br /&gt;as free as the grass grows,&lt;br /&gt;born free to follow your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to fly,&lt;br /&gt;like a bird in the blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;free to sing,&lt;br /&gt;likes no ones looking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free to live,&lt;br /&gt;till the last air to breath,&lt;br /&gt;free to love,&lt;br /&gt;anyone at all....&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;that was my old post on my old blogger lawl^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-3230643260488176136?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/3230643260488176136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=3230643260488176136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3230643260488176136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3230643260488176136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/10/emo-life.html' title='~eMo LiFe~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-2215733658850779064</id><published>2009-10-24T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T03:07:59.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~dIfFeReNt~</title><content type='html'>how would you like being the same as everyone else?...how wold you feel that you don't stand up among everyone else?...how would you like to be forgotten?....how would you feel being lonely?...sad isn't it to be invincible to the world...yes it is...buu and doo(their people) are like doing what i'm doing and its just so fucking annoying...and yes I HATE SHARING...I HATE BEING THE SAME....I HATE SHARING!....emos, goths, punks are so different from all of us. what makes them so different?....Firstly they stand out of the typical society...they dont do what we ORDINARY people do every day...hmmm...what do ORDINARY people do everyday?...let me see....well...wake up, breakfast, go to work, come back from work, dinner, sleep. NO kidding...seriously...WE DONT HAVE OUR OWN PERSONALITY...YOU PEOPLE THINK THAT EMOS. GOTHS. PUNKS ARE LIKE SO MUCH DIFFERENT FROM YOU..THINK AGAIN...THEY ARE DIFFERENT AND YOUR JUST THE SAME AS EVERYONE AROUND YOU...so who the fuck do you think is more special...duh the emos, goths. and punks...you same people are just boring boring boring boring boring....lousy fuckers...I WANT TO BE DIFFERENT...SO TO THE FUCK WITH IT!...^^...now that feels better...anyways...i'll post little johnny later when i aint so piss...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-2215733658850779064?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/2215733658850779064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=2215733658850779064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2215733658850779064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2215733658850779064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/10/different.html' title='~dIfFeReNt~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-9199020230701677310</id><published>2009-10-19T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T05:10:50.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~gUeSs WhAt?~</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT!!!....LITTLE JOHNNY IS BACK...and yes this is the 3rd time ur hearing from me again today...haha...well to bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres little johnny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 13-Do Hearts Have Legs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny once asked his teacher "Do hearts have legs?." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher answered "Why do you ask that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny replied "Yesterday, I heard my dad say sweetheart open your legs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 14-Mommy's Balloons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny is taking a shower with his mother and says, "Mom, what are those things on your chest!?" Unsure of how to reply, she tells Johnny to ask his dad at breakfast tomorrow, quite certain the matter would be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny didn't forget. The following morning he asked his father the same question. His father, always quick with the answers, says, "Why Johnny, those are balloons. When your mommy dies, we can blow them up and she'll float to heaven." Johnny thinks that's neat and asks no more questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, Johnnys' dad comes home from work a few hours early. Johnny runs out of the house crying hysterically, "Daddy! Daddy! Mommy's dying!!" His father says, "Calm down son! Why do you think Mommy's dying?" "Uncle Harry is blowing up Mommys' balloons and she's screaming, "Oh God, I'm coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story 15-The Music Teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "Okay, class, we're going to play a game today. I want everyone to give me a sentence with the word 'perhaps' in it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude says, "Perhaps if we are good, the teacher won't give us any homework." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "Very good, Claude." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary says, "The sky is very dark... perhaps it's going to rain." The teacher says, "Very good, Mary." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls on Little Johnny in the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny says, "Yesterday, when I got home from school, my sister and her music teacher both had their pants down to their ankles. Perhaps they were gonna pee on the piano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story 16-Stick It Out Johnny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the teacher walked to the back of the room where Johnny was, and he had his hand down his pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher asked, "Johnny, what are you doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Johnny said, "It hurts down there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, you need to go to the nurse and see if you can go home", said the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, Johnny came back to classroom and sat back down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher came to the back of the room again, and he had his dick haging out of his pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Johnny, what's that doing hanging out of your pants?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Johnny said, "My mommy said if I can stick it out until noon, she'll come and pick me up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story 17-Johnny Needs A Bike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after his parents were divorced, little Johnny passed by his mom's bedroom and saw her rubbing her body and moaning, "I need a man, I need a man!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next couple of months, he saw her doing this several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, started stroking himself, and moaning, "Ohh, I need a bike! I need a bike!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story 18-The Urinate Joke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was sitting in class one day. All of the sudden, he needed to go to the bathroom. He yelled out,"Miss Jones, I need to take a piss!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replied, "Now, Johnny, that is NOT the proper word to use in this situation. The correct word you want to use is 'urinate.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please use the word 'urinate' in a sentence correctly, and I will allow you to go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny thinks for a bit, then says, "You're an eight, but if you had bigger tits, you'd be a ten!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and thats not all...more coming^^...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-9199020230701677310?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/9199020230701677310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=9199020230701677310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/9199020230701677310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/9199020230701677310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what.html' title='~gUeSs WhAt?~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-4490074805094847840</id><published>2009-10-19T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:50:51.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~mY oLd ViDeOs I mAdE~</title><content type='html'>lol...yo ppl...crapper again for the second time...and yes i found my old videos that i made when i was form 1...hehe...lol...its not that good...anyways i'm uploading it for the sake of boredem...its just pictures and musics...but hey i was testing out window movie maker^^...cant blame a noob...lawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video 1: Never Before Told Fairy Tale&lt;br /&gt;         Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FoMfYX2s4lE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/FoMfYX2s4lE&amp;hl=en&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;&lt;br /&gt;Video 2:Never Before Told Fairy Tale&lt;br /&gt;        Chapter 2-end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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know....i know...blah...okay i'm like sitting next to some loud person...aka my mother....holding a plastic ruler and waking the shit out of her student(not in a abuse way)...but a teaching....lawl....okay....heres why i'm wrighting....when your like stress out of work or maybe taking a break...play this games...they have sooothing music and fun...and cute tooo....^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the link: &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhalim.com/"&gt;http://www.ferryhalim.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i still cant post Little Johnny crap.....i'll think of something soon...hang in there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-1391790502198744661?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/1391790502198744661/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-3132720270258946862</id><published>2009-10-15T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:04:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~SoMeThInG tO eNtErTaIn~</title><content type='html'>?okay so i was think while you guys wait for little johnny....here's some funny insults to say to people who bothers you example CS (shes some stupid person)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Are you parents siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Calling you stupid would be an insult to stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Did your parents ever ask you run away from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you considered suing your brains for non-support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Your the living proof that man can live without a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Your not stupid, your just possessed by a retarded ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.How did you get here?, Did someone leave your cage open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it...enjoy insulting people you hate....^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-3132720270258946862?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/3132720270258946862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=3132720270258946862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3132720270258946862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3132720270258946862'/><link rel='alternate' 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little Johnny's i said to post....13-18....But this crappy blog wont let me copy and paste....haizz....(@.@).....so yea...no little johnny.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-5166665165287663230?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/5166665165287663230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=5166665165287663230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/5166665165287663230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/5166665165287663230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/10/crapper-back-with-more-little-johnny.html' title='~CrApPeR bAcK wItH mOrE lItTlE jOhNny~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-4077627203306358795</id><published>2009-07-09T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T03:03:58.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~=.=~</title><content type='html'>Tag By Phoa Phoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.1. Besides your lips, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- Donno .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- God damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person/people you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;- no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck YEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;- yes...everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last message say?&lt;br /&gt;- u expect me to remember =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking right now?&lt;br /&gt;- not going to tuition .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;- donno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;- the prostitute house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone in your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;- forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 "lucky" people do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.PHOA&lt;br /&gt;2.Wy-Yenn&lt;br /&gt;3.Hon-Hon&lt;br /&gt;4.Amanda&lt;br /&gt;5.Celine&lt;br /&gt;6.Ching Seet&lt;br /&gt;7.Racheal Tan&lt;br /&gt;8.Carissa&lt;br /&gt;9.Gerardo &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;10.Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is number 2 having a relationship with&lt;br /&gt;-donno, you ask her la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is number 3 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;- both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If number 7 and number 1 get together will it be good?&lt;br /&gt;- end of human civilization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is number 1 studying?&lt;br /&gt;- how to be a retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;- guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Say something about number 6 .&lt;br /&gt;- CHING SEET!!!MY 20 BUCKS!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What you think of number 3 and number 6 being together?&lt;br /&gt;- End of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Describe number 9 .&lt;br /&gt;- asshole and a jerk but also a good friend ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like number 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-4077627203306358795?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/4077627203306358795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=4077627203306358795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/4077627203306358795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/4077627203306358795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='~=.=~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-6732993962908209670</id><published>2009-06-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:39:29.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~LiTtLe JoHnNy'S bAcK~</title><content type='html'>okay...her are the little johnny storys^^...and once again....i didn't write the stories...7 to 12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 7:Big Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher turns to her class and says "Today class, we are going to pick out some big words and use them in a sentence. Jenny would you like to go first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Ma'am. Hypocrite. That boy was a hypocrite. He said it was not OK to go outside and play. Then he went out to play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very Good Jenny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Little Johnny jumps up in the back of the room waving his hands. "Yes Johnny" "I have a big one!" He exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing the teacher holds her hands together and prays silently, "Go ahead Johnny" she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harassment!" says Little Johnny, "Her mouth said no, but harassment yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 8: Home Early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny burst through the front door with a smile on his face. Surprised that Johnny was home so early, his mother asked, "Why are you home from school so early?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny answered, "I was the only one who could answer a question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really? What was the question?" his mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who threw the eraser at the teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 9: True Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny came home from his hot date and sat down to talk with his dad. He had a smile on his face. 'It must be true love, dad' he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What makes you think that it is true love?' asks his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well," says Little Johnny, 'Suzy started out giving me the best blow job I've ever had.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nah,' replied his dad, 'that's not true love, it is just lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' The next night Little Johnny came in after his date, and sat down again to talk with his dad. 'For sure it is true love, dad.' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What makes you think that it is true love this time?' asks his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well," says Little Johnny, 'Tonight Suzy gave me the best blow job of my life, then let me take her up the ass!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'That's not true love, Johnny,' replied his dad, 'that is just infatuation.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If what Suzy and I have is just infatuation, then what is true love?' asked Little Johnny, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says his dad, 'if it was true love, she would let you f*ck her up the ass first, then give you the best blow job of your life!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 10: Cheats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny to Billy, "You know, Jane Smith cheats!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well she said she'd show me hers if I showed her mine - but it turns out she hasn't got one!" exclaimed Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 11: Empty Stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something," asked Freddie, "how many cookies can you eat on an empty stomach, Little Johnny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny scratched his lizard pecker head and said, "Well, five, I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong," said Jon. "You can only eat just one. After that, your stomach isn't empty any more! Gotcha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was impressed so he decided to pull the joke on his sister, Judi, when he got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Sis, how many cookies can you eat on an empty stomach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judi thought for a minute or two (it takes awhile to get those two brain cells to fire together) and said, "Two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was dejected. "Aw, if you'd said *five* I had a great joke for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 12: Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was eating breakfast one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to thinking about things, and asked, "Mommy, why does Daddy have so little hair on his head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He thinks a lot, dear" replied his mother, pleased with herself for coming up with a such good answer to her husband's baldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do you have so much hair?" asked Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it again....lawl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-6732993962908209670?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/6732993962908209670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=6732993962908209670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6732993962908209670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6732993962908209670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-johnnys-back.html' title='~LiTtLe JoHnNy&apos;S bAcK~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-6735041665288194236</id><published>2009-06-10T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:12:33.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~BoRiNg HoLiDaYs~</title><content type='html'>*yawn*...okay the holiday are actually boring....but i manage to get through lol...hanging wth friends and (so on)...but somthing made me wright here...and its................................ITS LITTLE JOHNNY lol(i didn't make the story of little johnny, i found the story)....and u must think dirty to understand the story of "Little Johnny"...here's story 1 to 6....have fun...and maybe not all the story are dirty^^...just some....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 1: Strange Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny ran out to a field his Pa was plowing to report, "there's a strange man at the house. I dunno what he wants." "Son," the father told him, "if it's the landlord, he wants his rent. If it's the banker, he's come to foreclose the mortgage. And if it's a traveling salesman, you run home fast as your legs will carry you and sit in your maw's lap til I get there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2:How To Sell Toothbrushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids filed back into class Monday morning. They were very excited. Their weekend assignment was to sell something, then give a talk on productive salesmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Sally led off: "I sold girl scout cookies and I made $30," she said proudly, "My sales approach was to appeal to the customer's civil spirit and I credit that approach for my obvious success." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Jenny was next: "I sold magazines," she said, "I made $45 and I explained to everyone that magazines would keep them up on current events."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, Jenny," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it was Little Johnny's turn. The teacher held her breath. Little Johnny walked to the front of the classroom and dumped a box full of cash on the teacher's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$2,467," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$2,467!" cried the teacher, "What in the world were you selling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toothbrushes," said Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toothbrushes," echoed the teacher, "How could you possibly sell enough tooth brushes to make that much money?" "I found the busiest corner in town," said Little Johnny, "I set up a Dip &amp;amp; Chip stand. I gave everybody who walked by a sample. They all said the same thing, "Hey, this tastes like shit!" Then I would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is shit. Wanna buy a toothbrush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 3:Hit Thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny came downstairs bellowing lustily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother asked, "What's the matter now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad was hanging pictures, and just hit his thumb with a hammer," said Johnny through his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not so serious," soothed his mother. "I know you're upset, but a big boy like you shouldn't cry at something like that. Why didn't you just laugh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did!" sobbed Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 4:Impure Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was taking confession, and he told the priest that he was having impure thoughts about his sister. "Is this a sin, Father?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest nodded and said, "Yes, Little Johnny, indeed, it is a sin. Look at the two beautiful brothers you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 5:Side Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sunday school, they were teaching how God created everything, including human beings. Little Johnny seemed especially intent when they told him how Eve was created out of one of Adam's ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week, his mother noticed him lying down as though he was ill, and she said, "Johnny, what is the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny responded, "I have pain in my side. I think I am going to have a wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 6:Blunders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny's neighbors had a baby. Unfortunately, the baby was born without ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mother and new baby came home from the hospital, Johnny's family was invited over to see the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they left their house, Little Johnny's dad had a talk with him and explained that the baby had no ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad also told him that if he so much as mentioned anything about the baby's missing ears or even said the word "ears" he would get the spanking of his life when they came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny told his dad he understood completely. When Johnny looked in the crib he said, "What a beautiful baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, "Why, thank you, Little Johnny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny said, "He has beautiful little feet and beautiful little hands, a cute little nose and really beautiful eyes. Can he see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", the mother replied, "we are so thankful; the Doctor said he will have 20/20 vision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great," said Little Johnny, "'cuz he'd be shit-outta-luck if he needed glasses."&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now....hope it made you laugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-6735041665288194236?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/6735041665288194236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=6735041665288194236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6735041665288194236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6735041665288194236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/06/boring-holidays.html' title='~BoRiNg HoLiDaYs~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-2362406029515357253</id><published>2009-04-14T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:41:37.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~BoRiNg DaY~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring, boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring, boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring,boring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz(=.=)....today nothing to do in school...&lt;br /&gt;always concert practices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home also wanna sleep...&lt;br /&gt;somehow my energy has been suck out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a nice video woke me up...&lt;br /&gt;i dono weather you think is nice or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fucking care....&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;=.=....cannot post video...my comp something wrong...screw it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-2362406029515357253?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/2362406029515357253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=2362406029515357253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2362406029515357253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2362406029515357253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/04/boring-day.html' title='~BoRiNg DaY~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-3455987164299368028</id><published>2009-04-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:09:21.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Ways To Secure Your Home~</title><content type='html'>Back...today my mother told me that some 7 year old kid got kidnap near my neighborhood...i wonder what their gonna do to him...*thinking*....yea so whatever...i was wondering how to secure the house when no ones at home...(so that idiots wont break in no matter how hard they try. They'll probably give up anyways)...okay here are the ways to secure your home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways To Secure Your Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lock everything thing in your house etc...doors,windows,toilet windows,toilet bowls..&lt;br /&gt;and after you lock every damn thing...you swallow the keys...(don't worry,when you shit it'll&lt;br /&gt;come out and that's when you can enter your home. WARNING: never keep spare keys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep a pair of Pitt Bulls(killer dogs)in your front porch.Train it to not eat food from other&lt;br /&gt;people...and a anaconda in your home...(if anything happens to you just call 911)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. install a thumb scanner,eye scanner,palm scanner,toe scanner,hair scanner,"private parts"&lt;br /&gt;scanner,nose scanner...and a code lock...at lest make your code 90 numbers long...(if&lt;br /&gt;anything should break down...use someones head to break in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. install machine guns aiming at your doors,windows,toilet windows,toilet bowls...(if you get&lt;br /&gt;shot...that ain't a problem,just take it like a man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Hire 60 soldiers to protect your house...(make sure they their good looking)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for securing your house in case of break in's....lol....and you have been warned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-299287668050430516.post-7973569896942576332</id><published>2009-03-27T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:45:05.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~I'm EmO tO ThE eXtReMe~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay...crapper back...HELP!!!...i don't want to be emo...(T_T)...okay today i went BU3 haha...the teachers thinks i'm a new student lol...and me and phoa went to centre point...but after phoa went back...something terrible happened.......i went into Gardean(is that how you spell it?)...and bought a &lt;u&gt;BLACK EYELINER!!! &lt;/u&gt;and when i went home i was like WTF!!!....why the hell did i buy a fucking black eyeliner....i'm affraid to be come very emo...i mean...i wont have any much fun anymore...okay i know i'm crapping...but help....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-7973569896942576332?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/7973569896942576332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=7973569896942576332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/7973569896942576332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/7973569896942576332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-emo-to-extreme.html' title='~I&apos;m EmO tO ThE eXtReMe~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-6110918289286450358</id><published>2009-03-17T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:18:31.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~tElL iT tO mY fAcE~</title><content type='html'>i'm guessing i'm back=.=....i darn lazy to wright last erm....how long was it???....who the hell cares anyways....so...what to talk about...oh yea....so theres this dude(or i should say chick cuz he acts like a girl) in my class...i tell you he looks(to horrorible to post)....okay=.=....so my class just bullies him..they call him Tai Kor(his not one=.= and he'll never be one)...the thing that pisses me off is  that he wrote crap about the class on his blog...what a pussy....he cant even tell us stright to our faces....and he makes people up...like his "girlfriend"....okay first of all...just look at him....which girl would ever go out with a guy like him....his short, fugly and his a REAL BIG ASSHOLE...okay moving on....assessment 2 starting next week...and i havent even started studying....haiz=.=...lifes getting suckier when i'm growing older....thats all....haiz...(=.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-6110918289286450358?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/6110918289286450358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=6110918289286450358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have writen on my blog....lol...today in school Wy-Yenn told me the meaning of AIDS^^....AIDS is Another Idiot Dying Soon....lol...ahhahah....and she(Wy-Yenn) and i played RO....theres was this guy character  came up to use to join his guild....so we were like "yea sure"....so he said that there was an interview before we get in...so i was like "oooookkkkiiiiieeee"....so we went to some place and i saw his guild name called something Hentai(i forgot the full name)...and i was like "OMG YOU WATCH PORN"....and yea...so he told us the "RULES"....and we're like "there are rules"...and he started to go on and on and on....LIKE SCHOOL....LIKE MY GEOGRAFI TEACHER...and i'm like laughing my ass out...and he goes "respect other so you get back the same respect blah blah blah"....he went on for 30 minutes...i feel like i havent left school yet...anyways we didnt even bother yo join the guild....to many rules to follow....i dont think i even follow rules....lol...haha....so i think thats all for today...lol...so short....llooll^^....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-8370712972983451884?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/8370712972983451884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=8370712972983451884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/8370712972983451884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/8370712972983451884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2009/01/back.html' title='~bAcK~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-5738572492504818831</id><published>2009-01-09T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:08:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~BaCk To ScHoOl~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;.....i know...i know.....its been 5 days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; we've been back to school but i cant use the damn computer....haiz.....its like hell.....lucky no stress yet...^^....but got homework on the first day(sian=.=)....damn lar.....&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving On.....okok i know what to talk about...."Phoa and Me conversation on MSN".....episode 1: OLDIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: i like oldies&lt;br /&gt;Me: you like old ppl?&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: ==&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: old songs you arse&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me: you like old ppl&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: ==&lt;br /&gt;Phoa:im-not-like-you&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: who write story about a girl who likes her father&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: gross&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey&lt;br /&gt;Me: its a classic&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: classic&lt;br /&gt;Phoa: by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~and it goes on.....okie i take random conversations okie....so i dont care what you think.....maybe i should put the story of what we we're talking about on blogger....^^hehe^^....sick.....thats it.....hope to write again soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-299287668050430516.post-2639731028208745663</id><published>2008-12-27T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:38:42.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~dAyS pAsS bY sO fAst~</title><content type='html'>*sighs*.....the days pass by so fast and no time to anything....before i know it its PMR....(T_T)....DAMN IT!!!....okok change subject....okok....erm...what to say....i know...that day(i'm not gonna say when...cuz i forgot lol^^)...i went to a restorent(not gonna say the name)....there was like this waiter...damn his fine....his so cute!!!....okok...i know what your thinking....i like every guy i see....okok...maybe not every guy.....nevermind moving on....again dinner tonight...grandmothers bday today...*i think*....i seriouly dont know what to talk about....so boring la.....okok...anyways i dont care if your reading this or not...who the hell cares....there are like millions of bloggers out there...in the big big big world....but maybe the world its that big after all...OMG!....what the *tut* am i talking about.....i'm losing my mind...i'm so scared to go to school next year...for sure very damn boring one....i wanna go back BU3....*sob sob*....&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKIEEEEEE.....!....maybe i sould stop writing crap....but there nothing to write about...life suxs....wait let me list down what lifes about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.lifes never fair(it will never be fair)&lt;br /&gt;2.life has lots of heartachs(thats very true)&lt;br /&gt;3.you never get things you want in life(wait....was the lifes unfair...hmmm...who cares)&lt;br /&gt;4.Lifes hard to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all i think my lifes about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next topic....i know....my guide to "How To Annoy Your Parents^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Scream on top of your voice in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;2.call mom/dad and when they reply say nothing or i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;3.laught at very thing they say.&lt;br /&gt;4.pok them in the tummy and run away.&lt;br /&gt;5.blas your radio in your room.&lt;br /&gt;6.buy unnessersary stuff form e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;7.send them an e-mail saying "Nobody loves me" at least 20 times&lt;br /&gt;8.when you''re the pool hide they're cloths.&lt;br /&gt;9.call mommy/daddy and say "do you love me?" every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;10.tell them your pregnent and if your a boy tell them you made your girlfriend pergnent.&lt;br /&gt;11.tell them your a lesbian or gay.&lt;br /&gt;12.sing out of tune loudly.&lt;br /&gt;13.mumble at everything they ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're taking a ricks by doing all this but have fun^^....haha....&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;i write alot of unnessesary shit...do i...haha...anyways update tomorrow or later...but hopefully by tomorrow...^^...ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-2639731028208745663?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/2639731028208745663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=2639731028208745663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2639731028208745663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; update tomorrow or later but....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always updating late so sorry...okok....i love Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;.....you know...(duh!)Presents and the best is....alcohol....muahahahahah.....HELLS YEA!!....OKOKOK....i didn't get drunk...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt; maybe a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;....so MERRY CHRISTMAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YA'LL&lt;/span&gt;!....AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!...next year everything will change....i hope for the better not the worse....so stressful PMR(haiz...=.=)....parents are like,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;oii&lt;/span&gt;,study &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;","STOP PLAYING PS2 AND STUDY!","get off the computer"....stressful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; tell ya....anyways next year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so gonna be lonely...nevermind....i'll be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; dude sitting in one dark corner alone and watch people moving faster then me....i hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;phoa&lt;/span&gt; coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;inai&lt;/span&gt; in 2010....and maybe i have 40% of studying overseas after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;....but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not so sure....i only 40% sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....and yea my dad bought himself a PS2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;....i know...*sighs*...i miss BU3 where we cause chaos in the class....i still remember i called my moral teacher a bitch and she left school....cool right...^^....amazing things we do in 2007...^^...okok back to the future...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what the future will be like and i cant predict the out come...but what ever happens i always have my blade...^^....lets just see how depress i am.....hahah....oh and now is like 8.15pm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in my grandmothers house and my parents are playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt;....maybe my dad's already addicted to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt;...well i have a chance on getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;WII&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...and my parents are really having fun...i think they are having more fun then i do...haha...thats why i here writing my blog....and the Internets slow i cant watch south park....very sad i know....lets see what else to write about....hmmm....*thinking*....*scanning brain*....i have like nothing to talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...i like so tired....and tomorrow i have a dinner to go to...and dinner on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;...my grandmothers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;....shes 80 this year....okok....what is it like to be 15.....i wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i wonder how,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;and all that i can see,&lt;br /&gt;its just another lemon tree*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....lyrics from the song lemon tree....i love that song...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;thx&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;phoa&lt;/span&gt;....^^....&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;new topic....hmm....maybe not......my new idol NICHOLAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;BRAUN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!....his so cute^^....better then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;robert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;pattinson&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;cullen&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283703946966287682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQhvI0c4JLk/SVN8vtlBRUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k-AE7By7WLQ/s320/10882515_tml%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its he cute....(puppy cute)^^&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....i cant open my eyes i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;gtg&lt;/span&gt;....i hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; update soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....i hope so^^....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ohya&lt;/span&gt; and i put out a timer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;(school reopens)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-6529623792597654217?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/6529623792597654217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=6529623792597654217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6529623792597654217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6529623792597654217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='~ChRiStMaS!~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JQhvI0c4JLk/SVN8vtlBRUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k-AE7By7WLQ/s72-c/10882515_tml%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-4215450655487604600</id><published>2008-12-17T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:20:57.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Long Day~</title><content type='html'>OKIE....i'm downloading KRO and Sakray....damn is so damn long 11 hours to finnish downloading...what the crap!.....anyways its still downloading....then after that its RO all the way....its still downloading.....*waiting*....argh!....to damn long...anyways...update tomorrow lol...i lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-4215450655487604600?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/4215450655487604600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=4215450655487604600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/4215450655487604600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/4215450655487604600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-day.html' title='~Long Day~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-3145268527777496173</id><published>2008-12-15T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:44:07.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ASSASSINS OR STALKERS?~</title><content type='html'>okie...i was thinking about playing RO again cuz less people are playing Tales Of Pirates(TOP:ITS NOT WASHING UP LIQUID PHOA!)....or so called the new name Pirate King(o.O)...okok so i was thinking assassins or stalkers are better...but to me ASSASSINS ROX!...to Gerardo Stalkers rox...so i want to do a comparison...between assassins and stalkers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Assassins are hotter the the Stalkers (haha)&lt;br /&gt;2.Assassins are faster then Stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;3.Stalkers have a smarter way of killing.&lt;br /&gt;4.Stalkers can walk through walls(well thats what i heard)&lt;br /&gt;5.Stalkers have a skill called Strip(wait....they dont strip themselves they just strip other people....and its not the clothes)&lt;br /&gt;6.Assassins have the skill called SoulBreaker...that puts a high damage to the opponent(YEAH!)&lt;br /&gt;7.Assassins are King Of Murders.&lt;br /&gt;8.Stalkers are rapers and child molesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there....i wrote down all the crap....and GERARDO YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!!MUAHAHAHAHAH!....lol....&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...and last Sunday 14 or dec 2008 phoa called me and ask me about Mondays gethering with Racheal/Rachael....Our Conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoa:HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hi&lt;br /&gt;Phoa:When is Rachael leaving earth?&lt;br /&gt;Me:lol&lt;br /&gt;Phoa:hahha&lt;br /&gt;Me:soon&lt;br /&gt;Phoa:cool,so are you going tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Cant i needa go see doctor...lol&lt;br /&gt;Phoa:ooo...ok i'm not going also...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the shorter version of our conversation about Rachael leaving earth...hehe....RACHAEL MAKE SURE YOU BOOK A SEAT FOR ME IN HAVEN.HAHAHAHHA!....and today i'm going out lol...1u...i wanna buy the RO CD to install....downloading is to fucking slow.....and i'm lazy to wait....i'll update later lol....&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHOOO!!!!....i got the new RO cd and now can play the private server....of course i wont play the real server....very lazy to lvl lol....yay!...i'm gonna install now lol....RAGNAROK!!!!...cya later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-3145268527777496173?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/3145268527777496173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=3145268527777496173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3145268527777496173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3145268527777496173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/12/assassins-or-stalkers.html' title='~ASSASSINS OR STALKERS?~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-5098115334230546285</id><published>2008-12-13T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:56:13.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Whoa...Long time lol...~</title><content type='html'>Whoa....it has been Frekin long time since i've loged in..haha...whoa...okok Yesterday i went phoa's house for a sleep over...she no more braces lol....ok anyways....we went crazy as normal....we climbed stuff and we played UNO...i won like 12 times and she only won 2..haha x2..anyways the expired sweets was an accident...i didnt know(&gt;.&lt;)....*laughs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;secreatly&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jkjk&lt;/span&gt;...and i was playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;psp&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PATA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PATA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PATA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PON&lt;/span&gt;! or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PATA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PON&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;....so cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; that games...and the first time i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;camhoe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is what we did*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279484635856974562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQhvI0c4JLk/SUR_Te1jMuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m5HMF7kCUmo/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!I look weird in glasses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...now is like 9.56pm...lol...and as i was saying i would write more when i get the pictures from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Phoa&lt;/span&gt;...but she still haven't uploaded it on blogger yet so...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; write about crap i did today....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today i was searching all my friends names on google...i found all...but one...Gerardo....i search for his names and they give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tobacco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sauces...LOL..haha and he says his CLEAN!!!...*my foot*.....so the other crap i did today was loads of CRAP.....lol....i didn't do much today lol...very boring!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-5098115334230546285?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/5098115334230546285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=5098115334230546285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/5098115334230546285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/5098115334230546285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoalong-time-lol.html' title='~Whoa...Long time lol...~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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/_JQhvI0c4JLk/SUR_Te1jMuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m5HMF7kCUmo/s72-c/DSC00674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-3523921719968337990</id><published>2008-11-28T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:00:25.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~Somethings wroug with me~'/><title type='text'>~Somethings wroug with me~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt;....i was having a mood swing just now......and i cant help to talk to myself again...whats happening to me?.....this all started last month......was it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i was lonely?....what the hack?......I WANT HELP!!!!......i calm myself sometimes but i feel it wont stay away that long....I'm happy sometimes and the next thing i know it....i feeling like crying....or breaking things.....this happen(I'm my theory)...started with this GUY(i will call him X and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to say how we meet and where we meet)....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt; X.....well you can say i liked him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;...even if he hurt me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; that time....but i forgave him....then one day,he just acted so different....he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stoped&lt;/span&gt; saying the L word and that kinda hurt to.....so we talk(like we're just friends)...that hurt to....that he told me he had a girl friend just last week(i think)....WOW!!....that hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.....i still can get him off my mind....that sucks.....i wanna tell him that i still like him and always like him(i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; say the L word much but only to my friend i say lots of love)...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;donno&lt;/span&gt; what to do....i wanna forget about him....and just be friend....but how.......I"M A FREAK!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; WHAT YOU ALL THINK OFF ME RIGHT!!!....but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; learning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; it....I seriously need help....SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!....and what the hell am i going to do next year alone....and next year is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!.....for sure get Panic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;attack&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nerves&lt;/span&gt; break down.....i hate myself.....as you can see....i complain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;......someone please me!!!......I'M CRYING OUT FOR HELP HERE!!!!......I guess no one can hear me.....i'm i the only one in this big world....i dont want to have Panic acttack or what so ever.....HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-3523921719968337990?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/3523921719968337990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=3523921719968337990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3523921719968337990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/3523921719968337990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/11/somethings-wroug-with-me.html' title='~Somethings wroug with me~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-2618119701852157781</id><published>2008-11-27T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:32:34.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so just tambak say~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~Lol nothing to say'/><title type='text'>~Lol nothing to say,so just tambak say~</title><content type='html'>Hi!!!seriously i have nothing to say so i will just talk about random crap....okie....what do you think of the colour pink?....i think the colours gay....when guys wear that colour its even more gay(O.o)....and they'll like pink floppy flamingos...flopping around...haha.....when parents lets their new born son wear pink....it is stated that the sons future love life will be GAY!!!....haha....lets see how many time i say the word GAY....*counting*....4 times^^....haha....now what else to talk about...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt; lets talk about flying pigs...haha....seriously i have nothing to talk about....i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; find out whats the meaning of gay^^.....*hours later*.....Found it....its.....man to man relationship...haha....okok....i'm bored.....I'm not going to see my friend for two days on the game(T_T)......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt; on Tales of Pirates....haha....and proud to be one.....maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get nominated for "King Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Noobs&lt;/span&gt;"(KON)....haha....lets talk about another Random thing....*thinking*....okie....err.....i still have no idea.....*thinking*....*hours later*...lets talk about puppies.....i love puppies....my uncle's dog has a litter of puppies again....i think this is the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time that dog gave birth to puppies....haha.....i wonder would people have 9 kids or more.....I WANNA KNOW!!!.....TWILIGHT!!!!!!i so wanna watch twilight......EDWARD CULLEN!!!!ROBERT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PATTINSON&lt;/span&gt;!!!....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'am&lt;/span&gt; a Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; Freak.....haha.....these days all the movie for young and old has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uncensored&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;seances....haha^^.....what wonder what more they'll put in the future^^.....okie....i better stop talking or not i wont stop....haha....cya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-2618119701852157781?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/2618119701852157781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=2618119701852157781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2618119701852157781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2618119701852157781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol-nothing-to-sayso-just-tambak-say.html' title='~Lol nothing to say,so just tambak say~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-873443440553519155</id><published>2008-11-27T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:14:51.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~New Post For Tomorrow~'/><title type='text'>~My Friends~</title><content type='html'>Hi again!!!....i have loads to tell you about my friends(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt; my first friend i meet in BU3 is Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phoa&lt;/span&gt;....we were like what the hell when we found out that we have the same name on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frist&lt;/span&gt; day(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)...we laugh together,share secrets and many more...we go crazy....and when i mean crazy...definitions of our crazy is laugh like the worlds is about to end and scream on top of our voice,talk senseless crap....the funny thing is we laugh when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing to laugh at....o yea and one time when we were in centre point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phoa&lt;/span&gt; fell into the pond...it made me piss in my pant laughing and till this day i am still laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PHOA&lt;/span&gt; I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU THIS SATURDAY!!!...i will always love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PHOA&lt;/span&gt;(not in a lesbian way^^)...the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;firend&lt;/span&gt; is Catherine....whoa shes so cute(not in a lesbian way,in a puppy cute way)....and shes the one who bullies me a lot like calling me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt;....and when shes angry...we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna make her more angry(but i find it cute when shes angry.so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt;~or i get in to real deep shit)anyways.....we still lover her...haha....I MISS YOU CAT!!!...the other one is Amanda.....haha....shes makes us happy when were sad....shes like our happy pill that we always keep with us and never throw it away.....MISS YOU MANDA.....and those are my friends in BU3....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Racheal&lt;/span&gt; or Rachael(which ever it is)...we talk and talk and talk(i wonder how my teachers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;inai&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quiet)MAN!!!....that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gurl&lt;/span&gt; can really talk....^^...my friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;KDU&lt;/span&gt; is Carissa...we hang out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and also share secrets....I MISS YOU CARI!!...AND my childhood friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;JIN&lt;/span&gt; that i will wright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;separately&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-873443440553519155?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/873443440553519155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=873443440553519155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/873443440553519155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/873443440553519155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-friends.html' title='~My Friends~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299287668050430516.post-2103344630599875604</id><published>2008-11-27T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:39:08.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~Forgotten massage~'/><title type='text'>~Forgotten massage~</title><content type='html'>yea i forgot again...if any of you guys have panic attack or what so ever you can always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt; out these sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/"&gt;www.nimh.nih.gov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adaa.org/"&gt;www.adaa.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenshealth.org/"&gt;www.teenshealth.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panicdisorder.about.com/"&gt;www.panicdisorder.about.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all well...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-2103344630599875604?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/2103344630599875604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=2103344630599875604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2103344630599875604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/2103344630599875604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgotten-massage.html' title='~Forgotten massage~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</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-299287668050430516.post-6298017216373874793</id><published>2008-11-27T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:34:47.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~Its me again~'/><title type='text'>~its me again~</title><content type='html'>HI!!!readers!!!!if your there!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;....as you all know i forgot my password and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;username&lt;/span&gt; to my last two blog...........yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; forgetful....haha....thats me^^!!!!.....what to say....*thinking what to say*....yea well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be writhing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;...for starters i would talk about....getting a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i ask my parents...they'll be like "you already have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;"."whats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;","we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to spend that much money" and on on on it goes....so we end up fighting...and door slamming....but sometimes if feel guilty...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why but i do...i really wit i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have this guilt feeling....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt; screw it....why do i care....^^....as you know i like to use lots of dotes like this:..........,haha^^...and life cant get any worse.....T_T....i am trying to think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; great and stuff like that....and its not that easy...and this year i got addict to scaring my hand and the pain feels better then the pain of having a bad life......i hope next year i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get a nerves break down or a panic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;attack&lt;/span&gt;....i heard one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;symptoms for panic acttacks is shortness of breath...i have been having that off and on three times (O.o) and my mother took me to the doctors....apprently nothings wrong with me BUT i have scoliosis(life cant get any worse)....i have to go back to see another doctor....so thats it for now...so i'll keep my blog updated this time(I Hope) cya ya!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299287668050430516-6298017216373874793?l=emoemochee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/feeds/6298017216373874793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299287668050430516&amp;postID=6298017216373874793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6298017216373874793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299287668050430516/posts/default/6298017216373874793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoemochee.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-me-again.html' title='~its me again~'/><author><name>~EmO dUdE~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830771335536638042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
