<?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-5010896604405201709</id><updated>2011-11-07T00:24:32.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steamedbeetle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>892</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1446570426901894130</id><published>2011-11-06T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:24:32.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supercillious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's 2011 now, and everyone is old. We've graduated from RGS and I should be frudumping down the stairs to get my 实用文 book so I can &lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;study&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt; Chinese and go to sleep peaceful and maybe get some real rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UESh5KWNBs8/Trake1jaCbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/O9scL2eUQNE/s1600/28%2Boctober%2B11%2B-%2Bpost%2Btalent%2Bvogue%2Bsupper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UESh5KWNBs8/Trake1jaCbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/O9scL2eUQNE/s320/28%2Boctober%2B11%2B-%2Bpost%2Btalent%2Bvogue%2Bsupper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671901630398335410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like blogging, okay. It's been a sentimental week. I've told myself time and time again that I'm not the sort of person that should keep a blog, even though I want to. This one time I will concede. This photo was taken a week ago, 9 days to be specific, but it feels like a month has passed. As you can probably tell, it's a magical photo. I wish I had more photos of my pretty friends but I don't have a lot. I am very tired. I am also awfully precocious. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrBi45v0-E4/Tramku_7piI/AAAAAAAAAiA/qytHzTtLFno/s1600/unbirthday.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrBi45v0-E4/Tramku_7piI/AAAAAAAAAiA/qytHzTtLFno/s320/unbirthday.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671903930741401122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday is the ACS Barker Carnival. I kind of promised Elizabeth I would go with her. I'm kind of ditching her to spend time with half my Nanyang rejects. Wait it's just the three of us, right? I just assumed, I'm not sure why. Need to stop doing that ditching thing. She never told me when it was, okay :( There is no Alethea in that photo because I don't know where to find a nice one of us and I really love this photo. I look like rubbish in the rest, okay! I think every group needs at least one camera person, and at least one vain one, so we all will have colours marking out pixels or inks and pretty friends forever. That was totally incoherent but never mind. Anyway, that was pretty much the only time we ever took photos. Oh, that's an idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zpEGSu768Do/Tras3kv_YGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bq-N2_yZw5c/s1600/216551_10150166428976871_580581870_7027508_1941561_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zpEGSu768Do/Tras3kv_YGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bq-N2_yZw5c/s320/216551_10150166428976871_580581870_7027508_1941561_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671910851477463138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How about that! Why is this bum leaving. Why. Why. I don't even know what to say because she talks and talks and talks and then I talk but she never runs out of things to say. She is the best Nanyang reject for two reasons. First, she isn't actually from Nanyang. Second, she's going to Hwa Chong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70u1uMDsk1s/TravFbHkk6I/AAAAAAAAAik/ePkr9Jd3Xk8/s1600/18970_219184208439_538073439_3155171_238925_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70u1uMDsk1s/TravFbHkk6I/AAAAAAAAAik/ePkr9Jd3Xk8/s320/18970_219184208439_538073439_3155171_238925_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671913288433439650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe we don't, because this group has a lot of cameras and plenty more photos, and I'm pretty sure this is taken on Dan's phone camera. Not bad haha. This was a really long time ago. See what I said about being precocious? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage6.instagram.com/bbbb80f0087711e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://distilleryimage6.instagram.com/bbbb80f0087711e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's the closest thing I have to a family photo right now. We are magic. I want those photos from Kimmie's house. Family is so strange because my nuclear one drives me nuclear. But this one I've got (2 great huggers, 1 non-hugger and one alchdoglover that always hugs for longer than necessary... you &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know that right? Hahahaha oooops.) keeps me warm. I wish I had a super nice photo of all of us but I can't think where to look at this moment. I also can't think of where to look for real family photos, but I did just (being a relative term) get back from my grandparents' place (you see what I did there with the "relative"). Basically, I did what I always do there. The original objective of the visit is always to fulfill a mealtime obligation. Tonight was dinner, obviously. If the vibe permits, I move slower than usual and I stick around. My grandmother feeds me, then my aunt feeds me. (My grandfather is upstairs. Sometimes he comes down and if he is grumpy, I smirk. If he is laughing I laugh.) Today we ate lotus seeds and oil-free koropok. My aunt babies her bulldog (who happens to be very sick right now) and my grandmother watches Channel 8 or Channel U. If it's a drama, I laugh at the cheesy music and bad camera technique, and my grandmother gets angry at the evil woman. When I laugh at her being angry, she looks at me, laughs, then points at the TV and says, "她很坏!" She says this in Chinese even though she can't speak Chinese properly. My aunt, being totally multilingual, freely corrects her Chinese and my Teochew, which is limited, and rare, besides. Today I also gave both of them shoulder and back massages, because apparently it's the only thing that I have 力 in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC_8zGtT3sI/Tras3rr-sbI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vipCPsLQJeU/s1600/151092_10150331049285472_593335471_16013620_2302774_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC_8zGtT3sI/Tras3rr-sbI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vipCPsLQJeU/s320/151092_10150331049285472_593335471_16013620_2302774_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671910853339689394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why does it feel like there's not enough time in the world? I think I'm going to bed. Thank you for hosting me tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1446570426901894130?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1446570426901894130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1446570426901894130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1446570426901894130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1446570426901894130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2011/11/supercillious.html' title='Supercillious'/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UESh5KWNBs8/Trake1jaCbI/AAAAAAAAAh0/O9scL2eUQNE/s72-c/28%2Boctober%2B11%2B-%2Bpost%2Btalent%2Bvogue%2Bsupper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-497447428346507522</id><published>2009-08-13T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:37:38.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, while teaching swim lessons, a boy was holding a noodle and claimed it was his fishing rod. Trying to be fun, I grabbed on and told him to "reel" me in. He then yells out 'YAY, I caught a whale!'. FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-497447428346507522?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/497447428346507522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=497447428346507522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/497447428346507522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/497447428346507522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-while-teaching-swim-lessons-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1579115062908514782</id><published>2009-08-12T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:44:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm at LJ now. I'm not sure. I don't get LJ skins D: and i stopped halvo! like in 2 days! blur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1579115062908514782?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1579115062908514782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1579115062908514782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1579115062908514782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1579115062908514782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-im-at-lj-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5443189272367973066</id><published>2009-08-09T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:59:48.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimei and i are, uh, studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fysexycobra.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/eiLnJFh6cqunx6zlUq2PePtro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5443189272367973066?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5443189272367973066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5443189272367973066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5443189272367973066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5443189272367973066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-singapore-shimei-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8942363774261498516</id><published>2009-08-08T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:49:00.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why haven't i seen these before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashion-folder.blogspot.com/2009/04/ysl-tribute-boots.html"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://i680.photobucket.com/albums/vv167/fashionfolder/tribute.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8942363774261498516?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8942363774261498516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8942363774261498516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8942363774261498516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8942363774261498516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-havent-i-seen-these-before.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-81434942572177258</id><published>2009-08-08T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:15:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my new favourite home</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, so much to say that i don't want to tell you. Umm, well, yesterday i went out with Elaine and Boon Xin and was totally being extra being there, but i didn't want to be alone and SHAHHH is stupid. My weekend was supposed to be coffee and mugging but i have no one to go get coffee with :( Oh this is stupid. Felly told me she was out so i thought she was shopping so i told her to have fun shopping then she told me she was actually watching a movie then i told her she was being a &lt;i&gt;bad girl &lt;/i&gt;for texting while watching a movie then she told me she wasn't watching the movie yet so i told her to have fun walking to the cinema or to have fun buying popcorn and i half expected her to say actually i'm buying a hotdog but no she said i'm watching adverts so i told her have fun watching adverts and i half expected the movie started already but it hadn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-81434942572177258?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/81434942572177258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=81434942572177258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/81434942572177258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/81434942572177258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-my-new-favourite-home.html' title='this is my new favourite home'/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-398875259456019402</id><published>2009-08-07T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:48:18.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold your mistake up before they turn the summer into dust</title><content type='html'>Right now i have 10 tabs open. One is Blogger, 5 are Daytrotter and the other four are random band sites/amazon pages/youtube videos. Decemeberists, Arcade Fire, Smiths are big names from one of the crappy How To Have Good Taste In Music lists on amazon. Fucking crap. They just tell you what to think. But whatever, i figured it's time i confirmed my liking for big names. So far only Decemberists, and i'm liking. I had 3 more tabs open just now, for Florence and The Machine, which was pretty boring and Cass McCombs, because he was in the papers and i remember him being on my iTunes, but he wasn't, and Frances, the DT sesh. The girl + site looks cool, though. It's another one of those girl-who-can-kind-of-sing-shows-off-her-legs things. Like i remember this disturbing video i saw on MTV with this girl prancing around, later in a room filled with pillows and feathers and, creepy! Re-downloaded Cass McCombs, and downloaded Frances. Frances was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-398875259456019402?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/398875259456019402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=398875259456019402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/398875259456019402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/398875259456019402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wake-up-hold-your-mistake-up-before.html' title='hold your mistake up before they turn the summer into dust'/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2933759188956674555</id><published>2009-08-05T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:27:55.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ewwwww! I hate their MTV shoot. I mean, look what they did to Elliot! He looks like a scrunched up monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/photos/mtvcom-exclusive-hey-monday/1616640/4134564/photo.jhtml"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/bands/h/hey_monday/photos/flipbook_0720/cr_rene_cervantes/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wardrobe? I hope they didn't have a choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/photos/mtvcom-exclusive-hey-monday/1616640/4134567/photo.jhtml"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/bands/h/hey_monday/photos/flipbook_0720/cr_rene_cervantes/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2933759188956674555?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2933759188956674555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2933759188956674555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2933759188956674555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2933759188956674555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/ewwwww-i-hate-their-mtv-shoot.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-3632089889565947210</id><published>2009-08-05T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:29:35.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear my fangirling is betterly directed this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahthisprovidence.tumblr.com/post/137260203/musicians"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/kdyHnk1qspmleef1kguEnJdHo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look so stupid like that, but i loveeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/com84"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/full/21303940.png?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1249645541&amp;Signature=JsivsHK5QGLIGeC288LbiHrKs9g%3D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real gangsters wear knitwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidblaise.tumblr.com/post/104357609/thanks-for-all-the-hair-product-tigi-you-help#disqus_thread"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/qtjtAvlPAn68a86105KLFhcUo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Blaise's (This Providence) hair product :D &lt;i&gt;Thanks for all the hair product TIGI. You help make my hair wild and and sometimes socially unacceptable (in a good way of course). Love you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahthisprovidence.tumblr.com/post/147835822/via-joanierudolph-acoustic-set-featuring-andrew"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/kdyHnk1qsq9mp9glyCMO6B8so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew looks stupid. The TP guys must be like, hoho, he's wearing purple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidblaise.tumblr.com/post/153820173/day-off-on-the-lets-make-a-mess-tour-oh-how-i#disqus_thread"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/qtjtAvlPAqmdg3454S9OyFEco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove David Blaise. He's such a bitch. His name sounds like David Blaine. &lt;i&gt;Day off on the lets make a mess tour. oh how i will miss that tour! enjoy my white ass legs!&lt;/i&gt; Let's make a mess? That's Hey Monday, right? ELLIOT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating those wonderful wafer things. Ewww i got the durian one. Since when do these things have flavours??? Ewwww. I love durian, don't get me wrong, i just don't like it if it's not actually a durian. Maybe it's my imagination. Ahh, i wanna ship this right nowww. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Who-Are-You-Now/dp/B001W2F956/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dmusic&amp;qid=1249337181&amp;sr=1-3#productPromotions"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Who-Are-You-Now/dp/B001W2F956/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dmusic&amp;qid=1249337181&amp;sr=1-3#productPromotions&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, back to Elliot! Oh, no flavours. I just don't like the wafers anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/hJe16CMZ8qng15imzERVj7W1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/hJe16CMZ8qng0rf83cpMp0qRo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/hJe16CMZ8qbxp65jB2J3p6W6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/hJe16CMZ8q9sbke6utAWyOYLo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Across the tracks, Jimmy John’s in hand… Fly for a white guy…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/bands/h/hey_monday/photos/flipbook_0720/cr_rene_cervantes/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jersey looks like some artsy fartsy genius, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, i will cite the proper blog way. All from &lt;a href="http://iamelliotjames.com/"&gt;Elliot's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot actually reminds me a bit of Ben Affleck, for some reason. Except he plays drums. AND THE APRIL FOOLS THING! OMG! ADORABLE!!! I didn't even know who he was and i spotted his cuteness from the moshpit, ahhhh!!!!! I am not starting again. Have do get started on work. Ugh, double CES on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when grown up guys call their little brothers/little sisters little brothers/little sisters, especially if they're really little. It's so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-3632089889565947210?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/3632089889565947210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=3632089889565947210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3632089889565947210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3632089889565947210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-my-fangirling-is-betterly.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2327932580260129151</id><published>2009-08-05T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:23:50.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ughhhh, i'm so nervous for chinese exam. Like, it's the only thing i'm for real nervous about. Like, i'm gonna cry, i think, nervous. OH NO! I CAN'T START LISTENING TO FTSK! NO! I TOLD MYSELF I WOULD ONLY STICK TO THE CORE BANDS AND NOT ADD ANY MORE TO IT! Grahhh. I didn't like ftsk before, though. So they stay off. It's like Friday Night Boys + Maine + whoever their singer is. But i DO need someone for reserves. I'll wait a couple more records (: If i get bored, then it's bye bye. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now, it's like the normal. Oh no, i was gonna say basically the whole fangirl list minus... then i listen a lot of names. Ooops. Very fine line. Love them all. I am not adding more pop punk to my library. Unless it is given to me. Like explicitly. Like a present. Or a sign from the heavens. Or free downloads. Whichever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings; font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Webdings; font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;¦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Wingdings 2', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; HOLD (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Wingdings 2', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2327932580260129151?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2327932580260129151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2327932580260129151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2327932580260129151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2327932580260129151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/ughhhh-im-so-nervous-for-chinese-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-514728913880749623</id><published>2009-08-05T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:10:37.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahjohnohhh.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/VyMdn9qaNqqsz9yixY5O8hfGo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, and now i am officially apologizing for that Johnohhh Halvo stint. They have weird noses. And Johnohhh has Nick Santino hair. Whatever. I still loooove them. Just they aren't as cute as my half-asleep fangirl + delusional defensive self thought they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-514728913880749623?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/514728913880749623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=514728913880749623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/514728913880749623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/514728913880749623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahahaha-and-now-i-am-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4625678677466636201</id><published>2009-08-04T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:29:34.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food locker</title><content type='html'>I want a new blogskin. I saw this before, and found it again, what do you think? http://www.blogskins.com/info/272609 Just submitted my subject combi! And i'm the new welfare head for guitar! My speech was awesome (i care for your welfare!). Ok i changed my mind, http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=131134&amp;amp;action=Preview or http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=154610&amp;amp;action=Preview ? The first one's so emo and yellow, i HAVE to have it. Oh, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?????? I'm gonna go back and capitalize all those sentences. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What homework do we have? I haven't done D: We have PE again tomorrow! Today was ACES day + sitting out. You know why i absolutely hate bb now? Every time i give it a chance, it comes back and attacks me. Every time i let my guard down the ball comes flying toward me. I'm a freaking magnet. My &lt;i&gt;head&lt;/i&gt; is a magnet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my badge dropped into the drain. It didn't even fall off. I yanked it out of my pinafore. Now i waste a dollar. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4625678677466636201?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4625678677466636201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4625678677466636201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4625678677466636201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4625678677466636201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-new-blogskin.html' title='food locker'/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8330064590000086250</id><published>2009-08-03T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:28:15.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THEY SAID, "HEY THERE, GIRL, TELL ME WHAT DO YOU DO."/SHE SAID, "NOTHING, BUT I'M DAMN SURE IT'S MORE THAN YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's watching don't forget the lyrics CHINESE right now. I want a new skin, one with subject heads, ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8330064590000086250?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8330064590000086250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8330064590000086250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8330064590000086250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8330064590000086250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-said-hey-there-girl-tell-me-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8111591826269460807</id><published>2009-08-02T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:47:05.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halvo has a funny nose. I looooove Halvo. I still love Michael Cera, don't i? I looooove MFH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="197"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZP2vOkmgHrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZP2vOkmgHrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="197"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched the whole thing but they look sooo cute. I bet they spent forever in hair and makeup but they still look sooo cute. I really should stop myself, but i can't help it, i'm a teenager, hormones are raging, and they look sooo cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8111591826269460807?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8111591826269460807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8111591826269460807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8111591826269460807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8111591826269460807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/halvo-has-funny-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7412627575255240358</id><published>2009-08-02T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:40:47.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. He does look a little bit like a horse. Whatever. Suarez looks creepy in the snapshot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7412627575255240358?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7412627575255240358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7412627575255240358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7412627575255240358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7412627575255240358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8546922062531828865</id><published>2009-08-02T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:39:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooops, sorry about last night. I do not regret. I looooove Halvo. I looooove Johnohhh. Johnohhh has 3 h's, by the way. If not it's just Johno which isn't as cute. I don't care! Maybe horses turn me on. Whatever. I haven't made that list, by the way. I will, someday, when the fangirl in me calls for it. Halvooooo. Johnohhh. Charmaine is slow. Everything is FBR, man. I don't like Versaemerge because there aren't any drool-worthy guys in it. Who is Powerspace? Yesterday before the fangirl i love fbr + fearless so much now stage, i made a playlist and called it ashley likes this better and i like it better except i forgot to put lots of stuff on it, like this providence, which is sad. yes capitalizing is tiring, ok. Ok. Mm. Better now. Aghhh. Bon Jovi is as boring as Daughtry. Why are these people so freaking famous? I need to get this retro shit outta my head. I love Maggie May, though. That goes in ashley likes this better. I think i have horrible taste in music. Way too easily influenced. I looooove Halvooooo. I love Johnohhh. Haha, i just realized Halvo plays bass. I'm the most crappy fangirl ever. Oh by the way charmaine, hush sound isn't a fbr label. it's on the label. haah i just realized the hush sound = THS = true hollywood story!!!! exciting news :D ok i will make my list :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is quite embarrassing my brother is here. Whatever. He's gotta find out sometime. ok, so it's tai, cobra, afs, maine, arttm, cab, phantom planet, fob, hey monday, hush sound, mraz, mayer, nsn, bryce avary, tpc, mfh (almost forgot), etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;William Eugene Beckett; TAI vocals; Feb 11 1985--Holy Fuck, are you serious? that was FOB concert day! WTH WTH WTH!!!! um, semicolon; 6'2" which is 1.88 which is JOHNOHHH'S HEIGHT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mike Carden; TAI rhythm guit; dec 8 1984; i think he's short, um, he's... 5'11" which is 1.79. Not short, everyone else tall. Freaking ang mohs; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;"Mike Carden's a jock." - Gabe Saporta&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam Taylor? Siska/Sisky; TAI bass; 5'9" which is shorter than mike, but mike always looks shorter. How can a quiet guy with such short legs be a jock, gabe? I love him anyway. Does he have short legs? I don't remember, actually. Mikeeee. umm; BIRTHDAY! um, jan 8 '88&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chizzy; HE'S AN AUSSIE, OOOH!; Full name Michael Guy Chislett; TAI lead guit; apr 6 1982; he toured with hillsong! never knew; oh no, nat, how tall is chizzy???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahhalvo.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/BBoD5UosVqmjr7j41u7cDdGbo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;butcher; ANDREW MROTEK; tai drums; Ooh, Andrew &lt;i&gt;Bishop &lt;/i&gt;Mrotek. What, like in oh damn i can't even remember Myrika fic titles anymore. Fuckkkkk; jul 4th 1983 which is the day before amelias birthday, NAT I NEED YOU, FUSE SUCKS;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jack; Jack Edinger; tai camera guy; this isn't good, i've got no info;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SAPORTAAA!; Gabe!; Gabriel Eduardo Saporta; Oh, he IS Jewish. The jewfro is for real, man; tallll, 6'4" which is 1.92; oct 11 1979; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to write Suavez's full name :( It is very long and Spanish. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fECrSdnJNBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fECrSdnJNBY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeahhh. he is also very tall and old. more tomorrow, i havent done any homework and its almost ten, oh no, no good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8546922062531828865?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8546922062531828865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8546922062531828865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8546922062531828865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8546922062531828865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooops-sorry-about-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8236092656899129677</id><published>2009-08-01T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:39:16.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, for tomorrow!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;billvy, butcher, mike carden, chizzy, sisky, jack, saporta, suavez, ryland, nate, vicky t (even though this would be creepy), ben, pj, pete, joe, patrick, andy, JOHNOHHH IS CRUCIAL, halvo (i have new love for halvo; i kept seeing him in arttm pics last time, and i was like who &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;this guy??? mmm.), nick, alex alex alex (cab), the last two from cab cant be bothered to remember their names, alex greenwald, umm, i will list bands instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tai, cobra, afs, maine, arttm, cab, phantom planet, fob, hey monday, hush sound, mraz, mayer, nsn, bryce avary, tpc, mfh (almost forgot), etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthdays, heights, ummm, instrument (hah), blog (go or no?), mmmness (e.g. johnohhh = mmm), are they as sweet as johnohhh????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HALVOOOOOO! http://fuckyeahhalvo.tumblr.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/BBoD5UosVqjxj9uyqGluRUHNo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8236092656899129677?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8236092656899129677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8236092656899129677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8236092656899129677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8236092656899129677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-for-tomorrow-billvy-butcher-mike.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1977127577310935878</id><published>2009-08-01T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:16:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, i love you, char. &lt;a href="http://fuckyeahgabesaporta.tumblr.com/"&gt;I love saporta&lt;/a&gt;. I want Hot Mess. I think my favourite might still be the world has its shine, or one day robots will cry, maybe the soft soft jersey one on while the city sleeps. The lyrics for hot mess (song) are: you're a hot mess, hot damn, let me make you my boo, you're a hot mess and im falling for you, or something. wtf? wake up, saporta, you're not writing rap. but i am kind-of-very loyal to the cobras. oh, by the way, today i realized i know the lyrics to SOS, as in jonai sos. ooh/this is an sos/dont wanna second guess/this is the bottom line//it's true/&lt;i&gt;i gave (something something) you/now my heart's in two/and i can't find the other half&lt;/i&gt;//it's like im walking on broken glass/lalalala. did nick and miley share notes?&lt;i&gt;  "my heart is in two... and its all because of you." a song i am starting to write :)&lt;/i&gt; i stop here. back to hot mess. i love saporta, even if he looks like a hairy potato and not a hot ripped stud in the first potato on his fyeah page. his voice is super sort of distinctive to me, like patrick or brendon urie (however you spell brendon brendan brenbren) or haley williams or um, whatever other pop punk heroes i've obsessed over at one point or another. maybe johnohhh, but i've never had to test that. i love it when i hear a song and i go, hey, that sounds like paramore, and it is paramore (when decode first came out) and i am happy later (: i love daisy. &lt;i&gt;sunlight, sunshine/all for you, my daisy.&lt;/i&gt; so sweet. i fucking love johnohhh. i just realized that pete was really short legs. &lt;i&gt;really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahpetewentz.tumblr.com/post/153234837/whatson-via-skylinedreamsx"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/3ZapOepGTqk68faom08lpQC3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who made the image really has too much free time and too many fangirl pictures. she has, however, reignited my love for joe the fro, and all others who wield the jewfro, namely, saporta. who is hispanic, but has a jewfro anyway. don't question the jewfro. oof, shoot shag (or shack or whatever) marry pat, garret and john. i'd do what the person answered the question said, which was shoot pat, shag garret and marry john. i would've shot garret, actually, but pat has an annoying face and i found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://icons.iconator.com/162/ICONATOR_52697148fc3985dfee536e55cddcf774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i shoot john's brother????? i love john ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;omg. reading that story about john made my life. i’ve met him several times and he is the sweetest person in the world. why can’t every guy be so adorable inside and out? does he realize what he does to us? oh my god. anyways, when i saw them at warped he talked to my friend on the phone and was like “hi..it’s john…from the maine” and then i got to meet him after the signing and i was like can i meet you after the show? and he was like sure do you want a picture now? and i melted and it was so nice because they literally had to go on that minute. after the show he was consoling this girl who passed out and he was giving her hugs and being so nice to her i wanted to die. ok bye :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've read that last bit before! the part from going right after the show! where???? but i love johnohhh. he is the bestestestest. did i unfollow him? i will check. i think i would recognize his voice. ohhh, john ohhh. into your arms video. def lepard cover. mm. well, i can't recognize johnohhh like this. not in the least. &lt;i&gt;can't stop, won't stop, i must be dreaming.&lt;/i&gt; i love the maine. i don't want to stop love the maine. fucking perfectest boy band ever because they have johnohhh! john ohhh! who only posts trying-to-be-artistic-and-actually-kind-of-succeeding scenic photos holy shit thats a lot of ants. um, real life, not john ohhh. grossss. oh only scenic pictures and a picture of a really cute shar pei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnohh.tumblr.com/post/124208527"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/5bgpdzH1morbsawdlf1IoRB1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, johnohhh! HAHAHAHAHA JOHNOHHH HAS DREADS FOR ARMPIT HAIR. or was that a joke? whatever, i still think it's funny. haha i love kennedy too. i think. rumours = garret + pat = assholes, john + kennedy +  jared = really sweet. honestly, i have no clue, but johnohhh has to be sweet, or at least have the guts to write sweet songs. oh no, so sad, i forgot all their names! i mean, i remember what they look like, and i remember john and pat and if you told me their names, i would tell you if they were in the band, and then oh no D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=5917901&amp;amp;albumID=52174&amp;amp;imageID=8083745"&gt;&lt;img width="320 px" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_c02cc73fc32e83d0c72e843eb899a381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KID JOHN! sad there aren't that many pics on fyeahjohnohhh.i just realized johnohh sounds a little like nick santino. i feel so well educated in this scene. i don't wanna move to indie/obscure bands! nooo! i want to love you! even though that was actually akon, but i remember johnohhh, NOT akon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 14px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;if john wasn’t in the band what do you think he would be doing? cause he seems really smart so it makes me wonder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 14px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I think he’d just be in college like a normal twenty year old :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNOHHH'S ONLY 20??? 21 this year. oooh. haha im loving this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;So I went to warped with my 11 year old sister and when she met Johno he stared at her and went “I feel really tall compared to you” then he laughed and they took a picture and everyone went “Aww!” It was so adorable. Then I talked to Johno for like a minute because there was so many girls. We took a picture and I asked for a hug. Then my sister was about to go and he just gave her a hug too! I love Johno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. he's 6'2"!!!! That's 1.88, according to imdb (i think i looked at the imdb link, at least) wth!! he towers over me. i know saporta and suaves and guy ripley and ryland are super tall. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;a little story about when I first met the Maine :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;So it was at my favorite venue (the Chameleon Club in Lancaster Pennsylvania, if you were wondering…ha), when they were on the Secret Valentine tour. I always go to the venue early in the day just so I can go to my favorite restaurant (this ahhhhh-mazing Mexican place called Senorita Burrita) and it just happens that it’s literally right across the street from the Chameleon. So every now and then when you get there early, a band will come in and you get to meet them. I was there with my friend Kara and we had just ordered our burritos when Kara goes, “Holy balls.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I turned around and just gave her a funny look and she was like, “The Maine just came in…” She was all calm and said it like it was the most normal thing you could ever see, haha. It was funny because we really didn’t know what to do at first, we were just standing there waiting for our food so we could go and sit down (Senorita Burrita is like Panera Bread where you order, they make it, than you have to pick it up at the counter.) We just kept looking over the guys every now and then as they ordered and sat down. I could tell that they were wondering if we were gonna go all fan girl on them, ahaha. We didn’t :) So we were just standing there and for some reason their food came up before ours (grrrr) and John and Jared walked over to the counter (which we were standing right next to) and by this time Kara and I were actually in a very thrilling conversation about our love for Swedish Fish. And out of no where, Jared just turned to us and said, “Hi guys, I’m Jared,” and smiled. We said hello and introduced ourselves and John did the same. We were talking for a little bit and than Jared asked us if we wanted to eat with them and of course we said no. Ha, justttttt kidding :) So we got our food and sat down with them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;It’s kind of funny now that I think back on it because I was so comfortable with them. It was like I’d known them forever :) But I really didn’t say that much I just calmly ate my burrito and listened to everyone’s conversations around me. We had just gotten done eating when John, who was sitting next to me, turned to me. He said, “Why are you being so quiet, we don’t bite,” and he smiled that ahhh-mazing crooked smile. Which made me laugh a little and I told him that I was usually a really talkative and bubbly person, but I was going through a rough time and I was a bit down. And he asked me what was wrong so I told him that my aunt and uncle were getting divorced and that my grandfather had just passed away 2 weeks before. And like the ridiculously emotional person that I am, I got all teary eyed and John just gave me this huge hug. And I said, “What was that for?” and he smiled and said, “You seem like you’re really hurting right now and whenever I’m really hurting I always need a big hug. So I thought I’d give you one.” And it was just soooo sweet and amzing. So after that I loosened and we spent the next hour just talking to them and hanging out. Plus we saw them after the show again when we were signing and John saw me and went, “Emmaaaaaa!” really loud and gave me another big hug. I got many death glares, haha. So I thought that I would share the sweetest moment in my whole life with you :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I’m sorry if that was really long haha :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this girl, it's like she's writing a fictionpress story. johnohhh has to be fictional. is his middle name cornelious, like for real? tomorrow i will compile a list of all fangirl worthy guys birthdays. nick santino and his uncle jesse hair count. i just spent an hour fangirling. i swear i have a fever, im totally sick. how do people take such clear pictures in the pit? insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use, you’re useless.--Johnohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im alternating between think tank (blur) and the maine's myspace (john o'callaghan is sexaaaay). this feels so good. i really need to pee now, so good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1977127577310935878?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1977127577310935878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1977127577310935878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1977127577310935878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1977127577310935878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-i-love-you-char.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-3379534331655086776</id><published>2009-07-31T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:51:45.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;8) I have printed out every e-mail you ever sent me. And that horrible year, when Mom would disappear and Dad would fume and cry and yell, all I could do when you weren't home was to go to my room and take out the box and read something stupid about the velour pantsuit that Mrs. Keller wore to school that day, and how your thought it made her look like Barney's bastard love child, and I would find myself smiling, because even though the (world) was falling apart and our parents had turned our lives into a (storm), I honestly believed that you were the only family I needed. My future family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that i read so freaking slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-3379534331655086776?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/3379534331655086776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=3379534331655086776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3379534331655086776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3379534331655086776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-i-have-printed-out-every-e-mail-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5737917585361159002</id><published>2009-07-31T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:29:02.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great opening line for this post, but i've forgotten it. My feet are tired, and my shoulders are achey, but i'm too caffeinated to be sleepy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I wasn't sleepy enough to sleep and wasn't awake enough to process anything so i just walked around a lot. This resulted in me losing every single game of bridge i played. (Or, really, i suck at bridge. I still play, just like i still bake.) But i &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; shoot the moon when we played hearts. But i could have shot it twice, but i didn't. Amelia lost anyway, so whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i went out &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt; which makes that three times this week. And i forgot that my drums were started 45 minutes later than usual. So with that much free time, i was able to go to HMV! They were playing Zee Avi (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the last day of week 5. Are you scared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GI Joe is out a week from now. Exams are out a week and a half from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i got annoyed on the bus because 3 annoying tall people were being annoying. I get if they wanna hum or dum dum dum to a beat, but attempting to sing row row row your boat in canon when you can't reach the first &lt;i&gt;Merrily&lt;/i&gt; is plain sad. And the prettiest one started pole dancing on the freaking bus. V. annoying. Freaking Charmaine and Shimei with their V. V. V. v. good! v. good! v. v. good! I will say v. and other old-people short forms, like bc and w/ for the rest of this post. aghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now we rewind a bit because i need to ramble and blogging is therapeutic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy, kor, mei and i walk to Far East and Amanda and i share fried mars balls for lunch (making that one proper meal today and lots of sugar) before rushing off to school because Chippy was v. slow today. I have no idea what went on during the talk, in all honesty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the talk, i don't bother looking for Atti bc she told me not to. Project or something. But i do meet Elaine (and i realized Shimei calls Elaine Elainer, which is weird) and she tells me to look for Shimei, so i go to 209 and tell Shimei Elaine asked me to look for Shimei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! I have just learnt that my nice nice maple candies (which are quite ex, but very worth it) have only 20 calories each! For like... 6g of candy. Which should be quite a lot, but they're super long lasting, so whatever! A crunchie bar is 1000+, i think. Which is disgusting, so i am practicing self-control. I don't calorie count, by the way. I just calorie watch and try to have self-control, or at least guilt, even though Charmaine says John Mayer says THERE IS NO GUILT IN PLEASURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some discussion in the hot, hot sun at the junction, Alethea, Charmaine, Elaine, Shimei and i decide we're going to ion, instead of Coro. This dictionary recognizes Elaine as a word, but not Alethea, Charmaine and Shimei. Shi Mei? No, that doesn't work either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is some mindless wandering and seat-searching and a guy wearing a thong and pretty Kiehl's balloons (mine fell off the stick but i stuck it back on. Super fussy on the MRT, but it was worth it, because now i have a pretty balloon in my room which reads &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kiehl's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SINCE 1851&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it is pretty and white.) and Starbucks (&lt;i&gt;my first&lt;/i&gt; in a long long while. I've been avoiding them because every time i get a Starbucks, i have to get something sweet and iced that makes me thirsty and that costs $7, min $6.) and bitch sessions (and i realized i bitch a lot more without people around because my friends all can't stop bitching about people. Quite amusing.) and gossip (Elaine is totally our mill now, right?) and nothing much else, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelley is dressing her kid sim. He is cute, but also very girly because he has v. long eyelashes. Total dork, lah kell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My right leg is tired because of the bass drum stuff we did today. I'm done. Going to read N&amp;amp;E now. I feel so cheated. It just occurred to me yesterday that it was N&amp;amp;N's ____ abd N&amp;amp;E's ____. I feel so cheated. Oops, i said that twice. Never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5737917585361159002?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5737917585361159002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5737917585361159002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5737917585361159002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5737917585361159002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-great-opening-line-for-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8378394924966266018</id><published>2009-07-29T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:00:19.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! Every time i go home, i'm so tempted to walk into starbucks and get a muffin, but i say no! Fie, fie! What has become of me? I'm making academic references D: Oh, the other day i wanted to say something like, "The Magic Numbers still sounded gorgeous through the crackling, tinny noise of my apple earphones," and then i caught myself, like WHAT THE HECK? Since when did i start talking like such a snob? I don't have great linguistic skills, really, so i shouldn't be trying to make up shit like that. It's pretty easy to switch between snobby and this. All i need to do is switch the voice in my head. I think the snob voice needs to be more nasaly, but i can't imagine it :\&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should stop deleting songs on Lucas. Bad, bad. Freaking keyboard keeps zapping me, ewww. I have to go through all the songs i took from my dad, now. Right now i'm listening to some compilation called Simply Nice Songs, but i don't quite believe them because The Fray is on it. But now i know what the So Sally Can Wait song is :D I knew it was by Oasis, but i kept forgetting the title. Ok so the tracks are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oasis, Don't Look Back In Anger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Howie Day, Collide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fray, Over My Head (Cable Car)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vertical Horizon, Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Augustana, Boston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Meyer (with an e?), Daughters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Five For Fighting, Superman (It's Not Easy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stereophonics, Handbags &amp;amp; Gladrags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Primal Scream, (I'm Gonna) Cry Myself Blind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live, Get Ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evan and Jaron, The Distance &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Switchfoot, Dare You To Move&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Train, Drops Of Jupiter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pete Murray, Opportunity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travis, Why Does It Always Rain On Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Looks lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, i can't decide! TRS or Cobra wallpaper? Right now it's Cobras because Nate's wearing a shirt which says The Academy Is... and i've used the TRS one before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THINGS TO REMEMBER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;MATH AA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BRING RULER FOR MATH AA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PRINT 4 SETS FOR MATH AA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RS SCRIPT TRANSCRIBE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PRACTICE SOME INSTRUMENT BC YOU HAVE BEEN SLACKING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i feel so stressed out! D: I don't even have any commitments. Tuition now :( writing a yaoqinghan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8378394924966266018?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8378394924966266018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8378394924966266018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8378394924966266018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8378394924966266018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-every-time-i-go-home-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2623944507447361233</id><published>2009-07-28T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:47:18.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone help me out! I've had this bit of a song stuck in my head for the longest time, but i can't figure out what song that is :( Right now i'm between Bishop Allen and Magic Numbers. The lyrics are: &lt;i&gt;Bababababababababa/ Babababababa/ Babababababababa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While listening to Bishop Allen, i will list out things i need to bring/do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;History SEQ FA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese PT reading - cross ref eng and chi versions! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paint and brushes for art! will call kimberly now. kimberly because she just called me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2623944507447361233?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2623944507447361233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2623944507447361233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2623944507447361233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2623944507447361233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-help-me-out-ive-had-this-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-3269572412742879688</id><published>2009-07-27T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:39:10.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/Sm7jT7JEZjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S6tnvY-lsFk/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/Sm7jT7JEZjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S6tnvY-lsFk/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474137677588018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are too embarrassing. And i wanted to show off the heart (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-3269572412742879688?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/3269572412742879688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=3269572412742879688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3269572412742879688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3269572412742879688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-are-too-embarrassing.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/Sm7jT7JEZjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S6tnvY-lsFk/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-3825055120203835606</id><published>2009-07-25T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:52:18.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL5kZLwXPSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DL5kZLwXPSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this. Sounds pretty Bright Eyes. Which would make sense, because the oconner brian whatever guy and them ARE related. Wait, i'll check. Oh it's Conor Oberst. I was thinking Conan, i think. What the heck is wrong with the internet? Anyway, Conor was in some band with some of the guys and girls in Tilly. Oh, i read this before, i think. Umm, they were in the band and played instruments they weren't supposed to play, which is cool, but also quite confusing. The back up singers look stupid. They're like those on idol except less, uh, perky. The ones on idol have these fake smiles which scream look at me. And the dancing is good entertainment. I think the person in tights dancing around is Jamie, the tap dancer :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colours in this vid. So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KirTaMHAUG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KirTaMHAUG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-3825055120203835606?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/3825055120203835606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=3825055120203835606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3825055120203835606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3825055120203835606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8508847289329299775</id><published>2009-07-24T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:32:18.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a list of all the artists/soundtracks (the 4 non-bands made me say artists) i want to get for free. Of course i'd be willing to pay for them, but how bout if i wanna taste? I'd be willing to buy 10 of the 28 i have listed. The rest i'm not so willing to spend. Oh no, this is bad. Ok now i'm willing to get 9 or the 27. But my list has still expanded from Grizzly, Bishop Allen, Vampire Wkend, juno and n&amp;amp;n soundtrack to Grizzly, VW, BA, Tapes n Tapes, Ra Ra Riot, Of Montreal, AAR, Nick &amp;amp; Norah's, Juno, Across the Universe. Oh, that's 10. out of 26 now. 25. The one's i'm pretty certain i will like are: WAScientists, Blind Pilot, Anni Rossi, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Mother Hips (i like the song i put on my dad's tap tap :D), JET, Bright Like Japan, Anya Marina. Anyone know where to get a stream of Hot Mess? I'm not so sure about it :( AFS now (: After this will be a couple random songs then Barenaked Ladies. Every time i look down at my list, i think, oh, i really want grizzly, oh, and we are scientists, oh and vampire weekend, oh and bishop allen, and i just go down the list :'( I will cross off those i already have. 2 down. I will prioritize and make two lists: a list ranking the urgency of purchase, and a list of CDs i allow myself to buy, if it meets the budget. Logistics, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8508847289329299775?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8508847289329299775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8508847289329299775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8508847289329299775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8508847289329299775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-made-list-of-all-artistssoundtracks-4.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-487329888324811049</id><published>2009-07-24T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:55:23.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We will be giving away promo CDs on that day so do drop by and see what's in store!"&lt;br /&gt;From the LDM site. I missed that. I am only Singaporean. Give aways are a must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-487329888324811049?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/487329888324811049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=487329888324811049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/487329888324811049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/487329888324811049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-will-be-giving-away-promo-cds-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7452087740287690124</id><published>2009-07-24T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:43:39.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SmmoSFnLAwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WW97GffiCAc/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SmmoSFnLAwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WW97GffiCAc/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362001860058874626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i gave myself half a sleeve during history because i was bored. Looks so real, right? :D I would have fake-inked the whole arm if i didn't run out of ideas and if i could reach it right. I would have done both arms. I quoted a We Are Scientists song, but i quoted it wrongly :( I wrote, "Tell yourself that every thing's okay, every thing's okay, well fuck that." But there's no such line in the song. The tune i was singing it to in my head was The Great Escape, which, yes, is a WAS song. And the well fuck that bit isn't made up either, but it's actually supposed to be, "And telling me to take it like a man, and take it like a man, well, fuck that." Oh well. It is now forever temporarily inked onto my arm. So sad it'll all be gone by tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone keeps staring and commenting :D I think it's cool. I made a girl in the bathroom gasp. Like literally huu! GASP! HUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning about how fertile Rod Stewart is subliminally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a good day, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English, history and lit were boring. But i did give myself a sleeve. We had 3rd block recess, and Amelia and i sat next to the PSBoard board. Q2 and 4 of your quiz is gone, PSB! Well the first four hours of today was boring, but after was fun, promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had science after recess, and Mr Goh wasn't there, so we had a teacher-free block. We spent the whole time doing the CSI assignment because CSI is fun and the worksheets are badly prepared, but still very cool. We have accepted that science teachers have limited linguistic skills. This is so sad. Someone prove us wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had to do some contact tracing thing and a diagnosis and something. We koped the whiteboard at the back and drew our maps there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLE was spacing out and reflections... nothing much, either. Time passed really fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why this is a good day, really. Oh jeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this part was good, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, instead of going home with Attiya, i bus over to Far East and buy myself a Full House milk tea (i ordered very awkwardly in chinese, ewww) while listening to We Are Scientists (i was trying to find the line, "Tell yourself that every thing's okay, every thing's okay, well, fuck that.") and i meet my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have loot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love ion :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then i went for drums, which had been moved 15 minutes, but no one told me. They had some mix up or something. So i had fifteen minutes to myself, in an empty studio with three drum sets. The one i used had a cool bass drum but a too-low seat i couldn't be bothered to adjust and a cruddy hi-hat, which was actually pretty cool because it sounded like crap. I say So too much, i know. I had a good lesson later because i was awake and i can finally play properly (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping in uniform is weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7452087740287690124?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7452087740287690124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7452087740287690124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7452087740287690124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7452087740287690124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-gave-myself-half-sleeve-during.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SmmoSFnLAwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WW97GffiCAc/s72-c/DSC00922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7659946012124313501</id><published>2009-07-23T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:58:35.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Michael Cera. Even though he still has a funny nose. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paperheart-movie.com/"&gt;http://www.paperheart-movie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrested Development (which i've never watched, but have always wanted to), then Superbad, then Juno, then Nick &amp;amp; Norah's. Fucking genius, man. Sad, i don't think i'll be able to watch Paper Heart. Selected theaters only :( Meaning chances of opening here = zilch. Chances of being online = zilch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7659946012124313501?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7659946012124313501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7659946012124313501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7659946012124313501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7659946012124313501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-michael-cera.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4531656030652450722</id><published>2009-07-23T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:57:11.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a lover with soul power</title><content type='html'>Daytime. Of the &lt;i&gt;night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's sweet, man (: Ok, um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, i finished watching TSLOAAT ep 5. GEORGE'S STILL WEARING HIS WEDDING RING? Was this mentioned in some other ep? I don't know. BUT HE'S STILL WEARING IT. It's so weird how they keep on going, "I really don't want to leave you. I wish we still loved each other." I don't get it. Oh and it's so tragic! Joy's dad is dead, Jack's dad is dead, Madison's mom is dead, Ben's mom is dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, i also watched Interview With A Vampire. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Kirsten Dunst. I was quite confused :\ And i didn't really get the ending. And i missed the start. But it was still pretty cool, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's been borrowing my borrowed Nick &amp;amp; Norah's. Amandaddy, then Kimberly (who hasn't finished it yet) and now Amelia. Apparently, Anne and Nai want it, too. I hope they realize it's not my book. I love Nick, still :D But i think Kim only wants to read it because there are lots of Fuck's and Norah calls Nick a poor schmuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, because Char dumped me, i went home and made cupcakes/muffins :D They are quite gross. I must stop baking. It's a horrible waste of food. I mean, the first batch was good, if not a bit crusty, and the second was HORRIBLE. It tastes all burnt :( It doesn't make sense. I put it in at least 5 minutes shorter. Maybe it's because i ran out of baking powder and used baking soda instead. Does it make that much of a difference? Shit. Anyway, it was meant to be an experiment, to tell if my dad could tell apart the slightly more expensive butter from the cheap butter. But the cheap one tastes like crap. So sad :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the baking thing, i was bored, so read the Present Perfect magazine thing (so FOC, i only subscribed 'cause i thought Ms Lee was gonna use it in class) and 2 things caught my attention. One of the stories ended with, "I touched my face, and realised that, for the first time in my life, I was crying." AWWWW. That's, like, the most disgusting ending ever. The second thing: 252 is the number of 1997 Irish robberies using a gun. 590 is the number using a syringe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Art yesterday was pretty fun, actually. I expected a boring 3 hours and inadequate drawing skills. We weren't THAT bad. Right? I can't get my cupmuffins out of my head, so fucking fail! I'm supposed to be doing my SIP now, because if i don't, i don't get colour pictures. I DON'T WANT TO DO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4531656030652450722?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4531656030652450722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4531656030652450722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4531656030652450722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4531656030652450722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-lover-with-soul-power.html' title='i need a lover with soul power'/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1534181971005124470</id><published>2009-07-21T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:52:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>22.31 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid amy and her stupid hair is annoying me. poor bens her lapdog. i wish theyd show everything but their, cough, relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1534181971005124470?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1534181971005124470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1534181971005124470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1534181971005124470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1534181971005124470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/22.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2585231742318595114</id><published>2009-07-21T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:33:37.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im watching tsloaat now. love it. catching up. second ep. 35 more mins. i hate amy and ben. well, i hate amy, and i pity ben. poor guys such a pushover. amys just a spoilt selfish brat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2585231742318595114?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2585231742318595114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2585231742318595114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2585231742318595114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2585231742318595114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-watching-tsloaat-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8338648548524647329</id><published>2009-07-18T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:02:35.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything shall have a name. Well, many things. &lt;div&gt;We already have: Liam the Laptop and Shelly the Guitar and Barry the Kiko's Rag. Now i make a list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liam the Laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelly the Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barry the Kiko's Rag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucas the Big iPod (official name Ashley's big baby, Lucas. Formerly Pong))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mimi the Small iPod (official name iPood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Lucas the Big iPod and Mimi the Small iPod had a baby and named it Jamie the Kelley's Shuffle, borne by Mimi the Small iPod to Lucas the Big iPod. I don't know if Kell approves.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon the Calculator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan the School Bag Shirt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rory the Bass Drum (I was tempted to name him Cyril or Sanjaya, too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell Kimberly on Monday, if she's willing to listen to me :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(There is also Jeannie the Bolster, Toffee the Short Giraffe, Zozy the Bean-Filled Dog, Tofu the Pink Tofu Thing and Piggy the Pig Thing. They live on my bed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want angkukueh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8338648548524647329?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8338648548524647329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8338648548524647329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8338648548524647329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8338648548524647329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-shall-have-name.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4738530244943624349</id><published>2009-07-18T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:12:01.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm syncing my dad's old iPod, which is now my iPod, with my iTunes now. I'm deleting all 9.48 gigs of his stuff and replacing it with around 7.74 gigs of my own, much of which consists of stuff stolen from his account. I'm saying hi to Hey Monday, Christina Aguilera, Colbie Caillat and McPhee, but Fergie, Daughtry, Good Charlotte and Linkin Park aren't forgiven. I'm so sorry, Nat, i took out Hey Monday + Fast Times because i wanted to listen to DT stuff :'( If anyone wants some of my old cds (ashlee simpson, lp, gc, fergie) i'll sell it to you cheap (: Maybe even for free. Didn't buy them all, in case you're wondering. Ummmm. Oh, i put lots of jazz on the new iPod. I like jazz in general, but i have a feeling this is gonna tip me even more towards indie (indie and alternative are the same thing right? Indie=UK, alternative=US? Except US alternative is, like, pop punk and screamo, ugh. Sooo misclassified.) because all jazz songs sound the same to me. But i looove the vibratos and runs and brass and keys and mmm. Haha Mraz now, love him. I will make a couple playlists later. I shall have Bus (nothing acoustic or DT, can't hear shit), Pop Punk (from FOB to Every Avenue), DT/DT Worthy (seshs, albums of people in seshs, Old (stuff i took from my dad, the old stuff. duh.) and, uhh, Stuff I'm Confident I Will Love For The Rest Of My Life (Almost everything that i'm familiar with and will love for the rest of my life. Hey Monday and Fast Times not included. I don't love them, just like, you know? And i love Elliot. Did you see him on Cass' twitter? Put on some clothes, man.). Now you know the contents of my iPod in the future. My dad's such an idiot, he has an artist called Scorpions Bon Jovi Chicago Metallica and now i don't know which is by who. I loaded my dad's tap tap with cool songs :D I love Hey Emily by The Mother Hips. Or something like that. I have a feeling all their songs are the same. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Fleet Foxes Fucking Suck. I'm sorry. I take back my word. So freaking boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4738530244943624349?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4738530244943624349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4738530244943624349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4738530244943624349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4738530244943624349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-syncing-my-dads-old-ipod-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7665665518449902175</id><published>2009-07-17T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:27:17.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that girl's a genius</title><content type='html'>Yes, i'm totally in love with JET now. Today, i found out they're Aussie, too. I love Aussies. They invented kangaroos, man. Kell's sim just earned 1000+ simoleons in one day. I'm gonna transfer my dad's music stuff onto my account and sync akk the stuff i approve of with all the stuff i have. i &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; approve of Lim Kim Pong's Album. umm what else? Yesterday i made more muffin/cupcakes. A bit better and a lot less dry, but i swear, the only reason they're good is 'cause of the ingredients. I use good ingredients, yes. But they are all expiring soon, so if i have time, i may make them again, say Monday, because we have no guitar. But i will make them properly and not just dump everything inside like the recipe says. This is how i will roll. Soften butter, then mix with sugar. Whisk until it's just right and then some more. Eggs, bit at a time. Flour + cocoa powder, sifted in. Mix until just smooth. The chips all sink to the bottom if i mix them in all at once, but it tastes pretty good like that, so mix in a couple handfuls of chocolate chips then some more just to be safe. I was very generous. I like mixing the batter and having lumpy chocolate bits inside. So fun. And semi-sweet chocolate chips are wonderful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was nothing really interesting about today, except there was a funny english assignment and we played bridge during ict and they played hearts and i played are you gonna be my girl and manda sang to it and it was ms lee's birthday and we used kim's (buckle v capt nom, not kimkim kimtart fat russian mafia kim) brownie cake as a birthday cake. I hope ms lee knows it wasnt us that made it, cause i would feel very guilty if she thought that we spent hours slaving over her cake brownie. i love the dance they did at the back though. the S's were priceless. KIMBERLY, HELLO! after that i went home, read a bit of n&amp;amp;n and went off for drums and wasted a little under 3 hours going there and coming back because i forgot lessons were fucking cancelled and i got quite pissed because some stupid small black shiny car fucking honked at me when i was crossing the road and fucking scared the fuck out of me. who do you fucking think you are, woman? this is MY neighbourhood. damn right, nobody actually knows that, but don't honk. fucking bitch. at home i finished reading n&amp;amp;n (btw, char, wtf is a ip book version? the one i borrowed from the library wasn't sad what) and it's so damn sweet. im so in love with nick and norah and someone get me a nick, i want a nick. and the freaking movie is ruining this for me, because of the character picture stuff and stuff, and i canNOT imagine michael cera with a tuft of chest hair. NOT a tuft. i hate the word tuft. its like. penguin man. oh nick and norah are very vulgar. theres an entire chap of nick just cursing, i think. but whatever. totally love them. norah's dads so cool. btw, hmv, why the fuck would i buy a teddy bear for $199. it may be in hongkong cash though because for some reason i get hong kong hmv newsletters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so the next time i go into a cd shop i will not buy anything unless it costs $5 or less or it costs $15 or less and is one of the following: favourite worst nightmare (arctic monkeys), veckatimest (grizzly bear. i don't know how to spell, am i right?), grrr.. (bishop allen), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way the suckers suck. they were some dt thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7665665518449902175?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7665665518449902175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7665665518449902175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7665665518449902175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7665665518449902175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-girls-genius.html' title='that girl&apos;s a genius'/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2741216090316780544</id><published>2009-07-15T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:04:28.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look what i found on moodle! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to fossilize your hampster&lt;br /&gt;What eats wasps?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't penguins feet get cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was i on moodle? I'm finding some shit for my SIP. My experiment is so crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2741216090316780544?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2741216090316780544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2741216090316780544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2741216090316780544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2741216090316780544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-what-i-found-on-moodle-hah-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5871029740618178011</id><published>2009-07-15T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:37:26.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey babies. That sounds quite pervy. I'll stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day, as usual (: Math was a free block. After a while we got bored, so Kimkim and i take a short walk in the rain and Daddy and Mei  go to the library. By the time we get up to the library, we're dry. It's cold though, which is good. They keep the aircon on in the library. I ran up with Kimberly (she wouldn't have waited for me, anyway) so it was hot, so cold = good. We find Amelia and Amanda in a corner with Nai. By the time we lug our giant beanie mushrooms to them, Nai is gone, probably to find Milk. Bossboss no clean for Nai. (Those were lame jokes from yesterday and before that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Nick and Norah's, because i found it. It's a lot of Fuck's for a school library book, but i guess it's expected. They totally censcored the movie luh. But i think The Jerk-Offs singing, "Screw the man! Screw the man! I wanna screw that man!" is better than The Fuck Offs singing, "Fuck the man! Fuck the man! I wanna fuck that man!" Amelia and Kimberly left sometime to go eat. I only got to read 5 chapters (that's like 40 pages in 30 mins, which is okay, i guess) before the bell rang and i had to wake up manda to go for cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made pineapple rice, tom yum soup and mango salad (: Waaaay better than last week. The tom yum was good, but manda thought it was really, really spicy. We couldn't finish our soup, so we distracted Anne (who was eating with us) and it was really quite easy ("Hey Anne, look there! Oh, you know it's very cold outside? Go outside and feel! Look there!") and emptied the rest of ours into Anne's. I figure she had to drink all that soup again, and she used our ladle. I helped! I drank two ladels worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went out with Shimei and Charmaine. Sat around for a bit and ate unhealthy food. We watched Duplicity (our original intention was to watch The Proposal, but it STILL isn't out. What's the deal, man????) in a very cold theatre. We were all dead broke after that, which is sad, and we scraped together whatever remaining cash we had to buy the unhealthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was pretty cool, but really confusing. Well, to us. Third obnoxious movie experience. I think we're officially teenagers. This is fun (: We spent most of the movie discussing the companies and CLIVE OWEN. If you intend to discuss the plot in the movie, i'll help you out a bit: the guy's name is Ray, not "that main guy again!" and the girl's Claire. As in Clive Owen and Julia Roberts. Shimei kept calling her Julia and it was quite confusing. Or you could do what Char did and just pay attention to the non-spy bits, which is hardly anything. At least they're not wearing hardly anything. It was a suprisingly non-graphic movie for something that looked that hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5871029740618178011?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5871029740618178011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5871029740618178011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5871029740618178011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5871029740618178011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4517995927202991647</id><published>2009-07-15T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:58:01.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marge: You're my rock, Homie.&lt;div&gt;Homer: And I promise you this rock will weigh you down for the rest of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4517995927202991647?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4517995927202991647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4517995927202991647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4517995927202991647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4517995927202991647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/marge-youre-my-rock-homie.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5528673481387124492</id><published>2009-07-13T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:16:48.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SlsJdM0S65I/AAAAAAAAAgU/d3pPWwzHGvs/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SlsJdM0S65I/AAAAAAAAAgU/d3pPWwzHGvs/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357886578948762514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made cupcakes (: Well, more of muffins. Or whatever. They look like crap (excusable, they're chocolate!), feel like crap, and they're a little crusty. Still, they're good warm (: I think they'll be rocky when they cool. And no one told me chocolate chips don't melt! &gt;: ( This is like the third batch i haven't put pictures up, so here goes (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5528673481387124492?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5528673481387124492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5528673481387124492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5528673481387124492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5528673481387124492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-like-third-batch-i-havent-put.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SlsJdM0S65I/AAAAAAAAAgU/d3pPWwzHGvs/s72-c/DSC00920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-12228419483829717</id><published>2009-07-11T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:13:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBqzTF9zutY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iBqzTF9zutY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-12228419483829717?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/12228419483829717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=12228419483829717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/12228419483829717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/12228419483829717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4931490908547567016</id><published>2009-07-11T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:28:28.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw a picture of us in p6 when we went to east coast :) By us, i mean the sec2 church batch. We were so... weird. Well i was. I just worked out for over an hour, cardio and all. I'm so proud :D But after that i ate very oily + sugary prata and then tapioca (which i didn't finish. I'm so full now) and yesterday i ate 3 big carby meals (nasi padang bee hoon + tofu , soba, hokkien mee). I don't know why i'm suddenly so conscious about all this. People are rubbing off on me and it's annoying. At least it's healthy :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cardio was super cheaty. 10 minutes on the exercise bike (which was spoilt when we got it. Aunty sum's friend gave us), which has no resistance whatsoever, then 10 minutes of stairs (i swear, i climbed 45 times, up and down, so that's like 20 stories), then 10 minutes on bike again. The bike was super easy. It was basically warm up and cool down, which is sad. The stairs is ridiculous. After that i did some random leg-butt-abs-arms stuff which i don't think will help much, but they were tough, so maybe they will. I don't know why i'm telling you this. I am going to be productive today! And go through my routine at least once a week :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4931490908547567016?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4931490908547567016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4931490908547567016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4931490908547567016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4931490908547567016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-saw-picture-of-us-in-p6-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4742079046089448852</id><published>2009-07-09T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:45:34.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, i forgot, my top five urgent to-buy list is now:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampire Weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bishop Allen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grizzly Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick &amp;amp; Norah's soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juno soundtrack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ps i love michael cera even though he has a funny nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4742079046089448852?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4742079046089448852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4742079046089448852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4742079046089448852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4742079046089448852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yeah-i-forgot-my-top-five-urgent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2828298249023273594</id><published>2009-07-09T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:32:15.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokyopoliceclub.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2895459982_8a3a05c86d.jpg" width="320 px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo is almost done with recording! (i think) Aren't you stoked for the new record? Well, it doesn't matter, i am. Also, i just tweeted 4 times in a row and one more time (not in a row) before that. I will summarize, criticize, and then be a good girl and tell you about my day. So i've spent a lot of today doing not much. I read TPC blogs, decided i wasn't going to listen to just them (be patient), and all that. Found &lt;a href="http://idolator.com/5243982/see-there-is-a-way-to-make-people-care-about-rock-criticism-again"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on one of their blogs. I thought he was pretty cool until he excitedly declared, "Fleet Foxes fucking suck!" and the crowd cheered. Maybe i have bad taste, then. I think i've got a bigger ego than that, i can pull through. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i went on to read his twitter (i just took the FF thing a little lighter, and winced a little at all the things he bashed that i liked, or the things i was guilty of, and cheered when i recognized something he liked) right from the start. So painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he did give some (to me, at least) accurate shit, like Grizzly Bear + Vampire Weekend are both awesome bands, and that the last Bishop Allen album was good. That's why (i think he gave it an 8) i'm listening to Bishop Allen now. It's probably only my second time on their Myspace. Myspace makes things so much easier. Heard them first in Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist (which is what started my whole indie fascination, or whatever the fuck the genres i listen to now are) and then when i was going through DT archives in June (i downloaded anything i recognized) i downloaded them and they were... quiet? The first song was Butterfly Nets and a girl was singing. I thought maybe they got the sessions mixed up or something, and have half-believed it until now, except i just saw one of the song on their myspace. Don't know about the other three, but the singer and stuff sound same. Click click click click camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yesterday (i think it was yesterday) i found Project RANT! on Rainn Wilson's twitter, found &lt;a href="http://www.projectrant.com/649/teenagers-who-still-listen-to-70s-rock/"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's a sign. Get over yesterday's music, listen to new shit. Sure they're cool and they're the foundations and all that, but what's the point of having foundations if you don't build more shit on top?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The timestamp's gonna be super off. But never mind. I will change it to the average of completed post time and uncompleted post time. It'll probably wind up at dinner time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i tell you of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you of my day because it's what a blog is for, it's about writing about yourself, what you've done, what you think, and so it's very egocentric. But i like talking about me. I just can't seem to shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a slack day, again (: I don't know why i hate school so much (probably one of those innate pretend-rebel things) because other than HCL, Math, projects, bitchiness and lame people, it's really quite okay. I need a C6. I want Ms Yong/Ms Ting back. They were so nice :( I'm just hoping we warm up to Ms Syah soon. Very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ICT is so fun :D I hope Ms Tami doesn't not save my animations. I think they were the best ever. The first was a blinking face, just 20 frames, 20 ms each, with the 10th and 20th frames eyeless. The second was a smiley face turning purple then orange then green then blue then red. I think they were cute (daddy did too), but i'm sure Kimberly and Amelia would just say it's ugly, and Shimei and Charmaine would say it's retarded. Everyone would just give me one of their looks, which they may think is a Patented ___name of person___ Look, but it isn't. Everyone has that look. I have that look. Amelia gave me that look at the bus stop (scroll down, i'm not writing this in order) and Kimberly uses it to try to be intimidating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we warmed up to Mr Goh pretty fast. Science is the best block EVER. If we need to consult him, we do. When he's not consulting people, he just tells us cool stories and what he thinks and generally, it's awesome :D I really need to be quicker on my SIP, though. Kimmy says i have 18 days left. 18 days to think of an experiment, do up a proposal, do the experiment, write a report while simultaneously keeping a log of everything i'm doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, Amelia tried to drag me onto the bus and go to the daycare or whatever with her and Lidi. Instead, i went home with Attiya, hungry. I was home for around 10 minutes when my grandma calls and i go over for a late lunch: porridge, bahu (pork floss) and ngo hiang (it wasn't fried and burnt though :'( still good). I love my family. And food. My grandma is currently offering pomelo. I don't know why they bought it, but i guess we &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; randomly bought pomelo too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel so cheated when song lyrics go, "And they're singing, la la la la!" No matter how nice the melody/instrumentation for that bit is, or how nice the rest of the song is, it's just so... cheating? Listen to The Monitor (still on BA), the recorded one and the Daytrotter one. I love DT. It's one of those la la la la la la songs, but i'm still digging it. I guess it makes sense, sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister's watching some Korean reality TV show (i think) about two celebs and... i don't know, but it looks cute. I'm not gonna start, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to shower then be hardworking! Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2828298249023273594?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2828298249023273594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2828298249023273594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2828298249023273594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2828298249023273594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/tokyo-is-almost-done-with-recording-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2895459982_8a3a05c86d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5179607500298861218</id><published>2009-07-09T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:56:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="194"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIexG8179K8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIexG8179K8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="194"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5179607500298861218?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5179607500298861218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5179607500298861218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5179607500298861218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5179607500298861218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7770909296375515727</id><published>2009-07-08T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:24:55.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our curry is disgusting. I had so much just now, with the roti jallah thing, and it tasted good like that, then i ate it without the roti and now i feel like puking. I want my Daytrotter stickers :( Sadly, my attention span is dwindling. I can't even seem to listen to one non-TPC song without getting bored. Sucks. Cooking today was very sweaty and stressful and the food gets worse and worse every week. What is WRONG with the curriculum??? (I swear it isn't us!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7770909296375515727?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7770909296375515727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7770909296375515727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7770909296375515727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7770909296375515727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-curry-is-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7833769133376125486</id><published>2009-07-07T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:46:00.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone find me a picture of Matthew Gray Gulber! He's Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds (: Love him! Last week Emu told me he's a model :O Didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.models.com/oftheminute/images/2007/12/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://i.models.com/oftheminute/images/2007/12/matt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, he's mustachioed. Whatever, he's not famous enough to have glam photos. Skinny, too. Internet died on me for a while didnt post everything and im typing in chinese no punctuation okay bye。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the one i couldnt post&lt;br /&gt;http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5300000/Matthew-Gray-Gubler-criminal-minds-5361820-272-375.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7833769133376125486?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7833769133376125486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7833769133376125486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7833769133376125486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7833769133376125486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone-find-me-picture-of-matthew-gray.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-6195483021666974981</id><published>2009-07-07T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:04:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello (: I will shower and start work at 8. My dad sucks at half life 2. I will tell you stories, now (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went out. We watched Transformers 2. We went home. Today it rained a lot. It was cold. We met our new English teacher. We now need a C6 to be exempted from Chinese. I camped in coro. Tomorrow i bring cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transformers wasn't as bad as i expected. The graphics were super cool, except the only &lt;s&gt;robots&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;Transformers&lt;/i&gt; i could recognize were Bumblebee, the twins and the mini baby cute robot. And i didn't know Josh Duhamel was in it! I only realized when alch told me, and even then i didn't remember his name. Manda and me just fawned over him. So embarrassed, i only realized he was Fergie's dude when alch told me, THEN i recognized him. I said that already. Never mind. Are they still together? Did they get married? Sooo out of the loop. I keep missing my E! News. Anyway. Megan Fox was useless in this movie. There were a lot of useless bits in the movie, awkward bits, lame jokes, but the few jokes made the cash worthwhile, i suppose (: But still, i didn't really get the movie. Maybe it's just me, i didn't get the first one either (forgive me on that one, i was shit sleepy but forcing myself to watch movies on the plane), but it plain didn't make sense to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, the movie was crap. Better than some, but crap. Originally, overrated, then underrated. The supercute robots and army dudes makes it plenty good enough. More man-candy than... woman-candy? Ewww. Serious! There was Megan Fox (what was her name in the movie? Macala? Macaela? However you spell it) was hardly there (only there to say, "I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU! WAKE UP, YOU MAN-BITCH." Seriously. She had no lines at all. She was there to show her bod and she didn't even do it right.) and the other girl was too creepy to be hot. Well, i'm not a guy, so i guess i don't really know. But seriously. Why would you want a diesel flavoured kiss? Yeugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought Think Tank (Blur) for a little under $10. I must stop making impulsive buys :( Spending my cash away. Not what i expected, but pretty cool, i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i fell in the shower and i got an abrasion through a towel on a smooth surface. I seriously thought i broke my hip, okay! Every time i tell someone about this they just laugh. It hurt! :( Now i've got a freaking blue black there. Doesn't hurt as much as it looks like it does. Looks soooo cool (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know there was PE today! So i got my first warning and it's the second PE lesson of the sem. Wonderful. I should really participate in more physical activity. I walked two rounds, then watched kimkim and nai play badminton and tried (and was probably successful) being annoying and kept going, "GOOD HIT!" Or whatever i said. Later played with crash mats (: It's already 8. The only interesting thing now it my stay at coro (: will tell you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-6195483021666974981?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/6195483021666974981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=6195483021666974981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6195483021666974981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6195483021666974981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-i-will-shower-and-start-work-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2540531660898493703</id><published>2009-07-06T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:38:50.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad to say reading fashion blogs is killing my taste. Today went out for a movie with amandaddy, alch (who i keep calling manda, too, now, and i'm confusing myself), nai and kitty. Watched transformers. More on that later. I've got so much work that i don't want to do. Will start at 9 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2540531660898493703?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2540531660898493703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2540531660898493703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2540531660898493703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2540531660898493703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sad-to-say-reading-fashion-blogs-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2683885999983250074</id><published>2009-07-04T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:05:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, love Cobras (: So on Ashley Tisdales' album - it's called Guilty Pleasure and there's a track on it called Hot Mess - Ryland said, "Yeah, i mean the double rip-off was too much. I mean, we didn't give Coldplay a hard time with Viva La Vida, okay, we're still bros, but you stepped over the line." From the &lt;a href="http://buzzworthy.mtv.com/2009/06/30/cobra-starships-mtv-buzzworthy-blog-fan-qa-part-1/"&gt;MTV Buzzworthy interview&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2683885999983250074?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2683885999983250074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2683885999983250074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2683885999983250074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2683885999983250074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha-love-cobras-so-on-ashley-tisdales.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1652964271991452149</id><published>2009-07-04T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:39:48.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actors are like models, but tend to be smarter, prettier and less creative with poses. Aren't i spot on? Today i realized i can't shop in the morning. Too irritable. Going to the gym doesn't seem worth it when you can sleep an extra 5 hours instead, which is why i chose the 5 hours. But if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; wake up and follow my mom to the gym (where i would have spent around an hour awkwardly. I love the rowing machine, though, so fun!) we probably would have a very productive session after. + showers and all, is suppose. I'm going to get water and get myself hydrated. Excuse me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1652964271991452149?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1652964271991452149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1652964271991452149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1652964271991452149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1652964271991452149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/actors-are-like-models-but-tend-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7238412274900792562</id><published>2009-07-03T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:37:34.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/related/x9r3tg/video/x4fk2d_josiahellen_shortfilms?hmz=746162"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/related/x9r3tg/video/x4fk2d_josiahellen_shortfilms?hmz=746162&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this kid. But where's he gonna keep all that stuff? Doesn't he live in his car? I loved him when he sang Mika (: Couple years back, i think. Song sounds super familiar. Maybe he's already famous. His accent sounds confused, though. What is it? He was born in Tennessee. HAHA: " After a brief appearence on the TV reality karaoke show American Idol..." Quite like him (: The whole dramatic piano thing, i don't really get, but he has a pretty pretty voice and i love his Mika on AI to death. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/josiahleming"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/josiahleming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was listening to Regina Spektor, too (: Listening to this stuff doesn't count as breaking my 2 mos of TPC only. Never heard any of this before. Daytrotter doesn't count either (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after school, elaine dumped us, so mei and i went shaw. Lunch + sat around. She played taptap and i just sat there and, yes, it was boring. This was a very strange going-out day. After that we went to Borders and browsed fashion mags for a bit then movie + soundtrack shit. After shimei left i went to the music mag bit for 10 mins before i had to go. I don't know why i'm writing like this, but i can't be bothered to go back and change all that. Anyway, i love the mags! And so i read Q and it was talking about the Glastonbury thing and other stuff. I feel so happy when i recognize names (: Even if i don't know what they sound like. So awesome. And there was AP (which has faded from my interest, almost) for $11.90, i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, also, Nai and i had a very sad discussion. Our classmates are very sad people. I mean, i don't listen to all this (i'd be very willing to start, rest assured), but they haven't ever even HEARD of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KISS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AC DC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep Purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queen (actually nadia knew Queen because she watched ai -.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh, that's all i remember we asked, but i'm sure if you could think, they wouldn't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least they know the Beatles. WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, get this! Possible S-L project! Or RS or whatever, too confused to clarify. EDUCATE THE ____ COMMUNITY (i am now bound by signed agreement not to defame our school in any way and have the HONOUR and INTEGRITY not to break that bond just a few mere hours after it was signed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf i dont know whats come over me. i also want to chatspeak. stupid shimei. bb! bb! but srsly they dun RECOGNIZE at all luh. so annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7238412274900792562?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7238412274900792562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7238412274900792562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7238412274900792562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7238412274900792562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-393015777081947683</id><published>2009-07-02T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:28:46.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also, today was a happy day because we had SO much free time. &lt;div&gt;Lit- stoned around the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math- stoned around my table. I got called on at the start of the lesson for nothing, ugh. Not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE- I GOT AN E, REMEMBER? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess- Amanda and Kimkim stuffed Papayas into their mouths :D Yesterday was some melon thing or something. Melon thing: Kim 3 bites, Manda 4 bites, Chan Champion. Papaya: Kim 3 bites, Manda 2 bites, Amanda Awins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sci- Short lesson, very loud free block after. Basically we (daddy, kor, mei, nai, nadia, saman, etc) crammed ourselves in the back and talked loudly and stupid stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chi- Chenlaoshi didn't come! Slacked off for around half the lesson, then some teacher drops off some close-ended worksheet which i understood but didn't know the answers at all, so i guessed half of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hist- Got back papers. Did so-so, whatever. Super sleepy, though. She went through super fast and dismissed us at 2.30! Slacked around class with a couple others. They started googling names, which was lame. Atti had some lesson thing or something, so i left a charming note on the whiteboard and hoped she saw it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-393015777081947683?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/393015777081947683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=393015777081947683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/393015777081947683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/393015777081947683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/also-today-was-happy-day-because-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7857551672566926923</id><published>2009-07-02T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:12:46.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come now, i will update you, because that's what blogs are for!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, instead of cooking, we had ACP prep. We did a lot of work, and if it goes according to what we've planned in our heads (to each her own, probably all over budget), it'll be fab. I'm keeping mum (yes, i just wanted to say that) for now, though, go extort someone else for information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a boring, normal day. I did get an Excellent for rock-climbing, though :D Be proud. When i told kim kim, she just gave me this look - the same one she gave me when i told her i got an A for shuttle run - like it was no big deal. It IS a very big deal, okay? You know why? Because i suck at things like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only going to listen to Elephant Shell (TPC) for around 2 months. See, yesterday (i felt so awesome doing this) i was reading interviews and listening to new tunes and all that. I looove Grizzly Bear. They look horribly gay in this picture though. Anyway, i was on Pitchfork, which i never knew existed till yesterday and i found a &lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/features/interviews/7670-grizzly-bear/"&gt;Grizzly Bear article&lt;/a&gt; along with some other shit. So just TPC. Maybe a little NSN, too, 'cause it keeps popping into my head. I'm gonna get Grizzly Bear EOY, hopefully (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7857551672566926923?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7857551672566926923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7857551672566926923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7857551672566926923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7857551672566926923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-now-i-will-update-you-because.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4183906067737872229</id><published>2009-07-01T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:08:53.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love bryce avary (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VenFKj8oTn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VenFKj8oTn4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4183906067737872229?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4183906067737872229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4183906067737872229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4183906067737872229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4183906067737872229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-bryce-avary.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7672981979868044164</id><published>2009-06-30T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:46:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VOMIT BLOOD.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy spelling bad and talking bad even though i wish i could be  linguistic genius (or any sort of genius, really) but i'm not, so i might as well enjoy it. I don't know why i'm posting this. Haha, i have the soundtrack of some kiddy movie, i think, which i took from my dad, which i took because it was Jack Johnson, and every time it comes on and i don't recognize it, i go &lt;i&gt;What&lt;/i&gt; the fuck am i listening to? Digital sarcasm is scary, by the way. When you can't pick it up. Maybe i have dementia. RD says i may have dementia. AHHH I LOVE FLACK! I didn't know it was with a C. Now i do. See, i'm eligible to be a linguistic genius because i am picky with spelling. Pshhh, of course i'm not! I had a lot of bitch energy ready to be released here, but i forgot what i wanted to say because of Jack Johnson. Yay! Bitchiness isn't fun this way anyway. Stupid anonymous bitch wars and love letters and apologies. Just come right out and say it. This advice applies to myself too i guess. And who am i to give advice? I must stop blogging so much, i'm embarrassing myself.... at the cost of fun! WHEEeeeeeee!!!!!! Actually this is getting quite tiring. The whole making fun of the twits thing. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the first ever math block yesterday, we were doing intros. So we'd go around saying, "Hi, my name is _____," and the response would be a nice, enthu, "HI, _____!!!" When it came my turn, i had half a mind to say, "And i'm an alcoholic," but knowing my class, there was a very high risk they wouldn't have gotten it. They're unbearably dull sometimes. And they're &lt;i&gt;not funny&lt;/i&gt;. Steals the laughter. This isn't much fun now for you, i suppose, i should stop writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIGIBITCHWILLRULETHEWORLD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Me≠digibitch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7672981979868044164?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7672981979868044164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7672981979868044164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7672981979868044164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7672981979868044164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/vomit-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7928878942138102814</id><published>2009-06-30T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:58:11.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skipped school today! But i didn't even get to sleep in. My mom woke me up at 8.30 for breakfast, and i wasn't even hungry. It was appreciated, though. Who turns away food? Not like that anyway. Anyway, i'm not quarantined or swine-flu-ed, even though my throat is a little scratchy. If i knew AYG was yesterday (or at least made the connection: torch = AYG) and i had tickets, i would still go. So embarrassing! I was watching the opening ceremony or something (the thing where everyone walks in) and there was no one in the audience. I sound like such a good, law abiding citizen (: Be proud! I'm also using too many !!s, but i am happy, appreciate! The thing was pretty boring so i stopped watching at the speeches. Who do we think we are, really? Speeches are boring. Sunday, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents came over. Later cousin was suspected case, so my whole family stayed home! Results only just came back negative. Yay (: Oh, when we start working, we HAVE to go for long lunches. It sounds so glamourous. Hey, aren't you working? I'm on lunch break, silly! Monica and Chandler getting married now! And not any more. Parents watching CSI now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7928878942138102814?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7928878942138102814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7928878942138102814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7928878942138102814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7928878942138102814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/skipped-school-today-but-i-didnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-502409489118916035</id><published>2009-06-30T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:14:35.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://sachahilton.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/1843/ribon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's gorgeoussssssss! Channelling is harder than you think! I spent forever trying to figure out which Rachel you were. Your identity has been revealed (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-502409489118916035?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/502409489118916035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=502409489118916035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/502409489118916035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/502409489118916035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-hes-gorgeoussssssss-channelling-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4398575694119008432</id><published>2009-06-29T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:01:54.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Posting from Liam now (: Also, watching MTV I Love Live on, well, duh, MTV. Maroon 5! I still remember the Songs About Jane songs from the short year it was on my iPod. Also, i just realized why i got bored. The instrumentation is so freaking boring. I swear, all the songs are the same rhythm and chords and everything. Don't they get bored? I love the melodies, though. Damn, i love Adam Levine. M5 with Rihanna now. I've decided i must stop mindlessly hating pop stars. She's not half bad, i guess. It's just Umbrella really pissed me off. This song is so not Maroon 5. And it's really, really boring. But i guess it's the kind of song you dance to on the radio. Commercial, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i was watching E!. Watched Farrah Fawcett THS and something about the death of MJ and Farrah. (I know, i know, boo on me.) Yeah The City is SO not scripted. Anyway. I love Farrah. Shit! I missed Streets Of Hollywood! On again at 10.35. I'll have to choose, then. MJ VS Streets of Hollywood. Wait, wait i'm not done yet. Blogging in front of the TV isn't a very good idea. I should stop blogging so much, ughhhh. Oh, it's so sweet. It's like, they really had people who really really loved them. So they both died loved. I love that. MJ now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4398575694119008432?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4398575694119008432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4398575694119008432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4398575694119008432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4398575694119008432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-posting-from-liam-now-also.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-238791301657795388</id><published>2009-06-29T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:11:28.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school! How's it been? I'm shit tired, mostly because i'm not used to being up so freaking early. Who's brilliant idea was it anyway? What sane person can absorb at... fine, 8 isn't that early. But still! I swear woke up at 5.30 today. It's just i went back to sleep until 6. I took 40 minutes to get ready! That's, like, a record! Must be quicker. I really love my mom's conditioner. Ahh, i finally found him! &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/167597-Nast-Magazine"&gt;lookbook link!&lt;/a&gt; He posted again and i recognized him. Parisians are so pretty. But his name's Sacha! Whatever, he's French. I suppose it's excusable. And &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/177217-Fruit-salad"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is hideous. I feel like such a loser posting this but i do it anyway. I have no idea what motivates me. Darn, new DT sesh isn't up yet. I'm going off to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;be responsible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; now. Pshhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. i need a plan! help me plan for a surefire way to get rich so all my material needs and desires will be satisfied! besides marrying for money. and when you do come up with a plan, i've got dibs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-238791301657795388?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/238791301657795388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=238791301657795388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/238791301657795388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/238791301657795388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-school-hows-it-been-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-3668529496568369625</id><published>2009-06-28T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:28:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love thingpart. Now i know there's a new comic every Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jsayers.com/thingpart/thingpart.html"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3591/3486349058_b82b6d11e4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-3668529496568369625?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/3668529496568369625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=3668529496568369625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3668529496568369625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3668529496568369625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-thingpart.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-6847177175907570171</id><published>2009-06-28T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:07:05.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbf91D-Z6HA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cbf91D-Z6HA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty repetitive, but i so sweet. I love Bryce (: I don't like the Hot Mess cover. Nat doesn't, either. I'm not even crazy over the two songs. I think they're &lt;i&gt;ok&lt;/i&gt;. Nothing extraordinary. Deadly catchy, though. School starts tomorrow! Oh no. I need to do that chinese book review or TWL will throw a pissy fit. I hope teachers don't read blogs. I'm actually quite scared, but whatever. Bad press is still press. Or whatever. I want to make a June playlist, but i guess i'm a bit late for that, eh? I will go play my dad's uke. He bought it for like $30, super cheap. Won't say it's a super good buy, though. It goes out of tune every few minutes. but whatever. I bet i'd be an awesome uke player - so small! Ok bye bye! Damn, i have to say this: CIAO!~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-6847177175907570171?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/6847177175907570171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=6847177175907570171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6847177175907570171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6847177175907570171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/pretty-repetitive-but-i-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8127543323021560157</id><published>2009-06-27T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:00:57.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so in love with baby me right now. I was the cutest baby, i swear! My mom just gave me this journal thingy she kept when i was a wee little little little kid (before i was even born, too). This is when i'm around 2.5 yrs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is Kelley cute? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is Ashley cute? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is Mommy cute? &lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Next day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is Kelley cute? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is Mommy cute? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is Ashley cute?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notebook she wrote all this in is super pretty! And it only costs $4.50! Which was probably worth more back then, but whatever. Damn, i'm slow, i only just got all of Char's roseboy shit. Sooo under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to We Are Scientists now. Quite like it, good buy (: I think i've got 3 more songs on this CD. Uh, i'm in my room blogging from Liam (darn, i always want to say, "i'm on Liam, blogging," but that sounds dirrrty, no? i've decided i love the name Liam, by the way) listening to With Love And Squalor on the stereo. It's already 12, oh no. I will do my night time rituals (which have recently grown to include playing a quick game of Ghostpix) and then sleep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Ashley on Liam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8127543323021560157?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8127543323021560157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8127543323021560157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8127543323021560157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8127543323021560157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-in-love-with-baby-me-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-665251223559519376</id><published>2009-06-27T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:22:04.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to do another quiz because i feel like revealing pointless information about myself. Whoopee. From Cheryl Sim's FB :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;This was from FB = no profile pic. My MSN one was taken in sembawang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Black shorts and my zebra shirt. Haven't changed yet, ooops. I also have this fugly blue clip 'cause my hair was pissing me off pissing all over my face. Does that even make sense? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;fuck you RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy person in general, many things make me happy. That is a lame answer, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Promises by The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any celeb you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Plenty so delicious. It'd totally be superficial, though. Tsh, how unromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name someone with the same birthday as you:&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;Technically. OC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;No, but apparently i look like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddie movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;Not really ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any languages?&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm utterly illiterate. Dick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close to passed away?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;When i'm very, very bored. I'm such a poser emo, right? Nah, i don't really detest MTV. I just think it should stand for Media TV or something instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh i did this quiz mainly because  wanted to bitch about this. You know when parents drag their annoying, noisy, bratty, spoilt kids onto the bus? That annoys me to no end. Don't get me wrong, i love kids. I just hate it when parents REALLY spoil their kids - until they think they can really do whatever they want - until i fear for their future. If they're rich enough to spoil the brat like that, take the fucking car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;___ is my middle name (that is such a terrible answer, i'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come, brainstorm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location:&lt;br /&gt;Parents' room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;Black. Maybe Dark Hazel With Flecks Of Light Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get along with your parent(s):&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are your parents married/separated/divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. The other night i dreamed of cake and ice-cream and the majority of the dream is of me not being able to choose and my dad making his frustrated noises. And there were only four choices: Cedele carrot cake (which i've been craving ever since), glass cake (i know, wtf? Probably sugar or some crap. Really pretty, but looked really inedible), vanilla ice-cream, and some other brown ice-cream. I chose the vanilla in the end, but it turned out to be 7-up, and then i had to choose again and then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Season:&lt;br /&gt;Fall, most probably (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one. If i had the cash, i'd probably have a lot better hair. It's not that my shampoo/conditioner's bad, it's that my hair's really, really crappy and stubborn. I like my mom's butter treatment thing though. Some redken thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favourite Thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a bit vague. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do I, dot, dot, dot. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;If my mood calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back?&lt;br /&gt;Depending what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Yup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human, aren't i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any mental health issues:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i'm sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have I, dot, dot, dot. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sprained stuff:&lt;br /&gt;My ankle. Very fun. I got to fake limp for a bit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had physical therapy:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken painkillers:&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I get killer headaches sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling:&lt;br /&gt;Eh, sort of. In P4, we went to Phuket and they gave us crappy snorkly mask things which we didn't use and i got very sunburnt and the water and fish were very very pretty. Oh, just realized Cherl wrote, "In Phuket the year after the Tsunami" which is the same as me, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrown up at the dentist:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sworn in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly, i don't know. What do you count as swearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Had detention?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who or What was the last, dot, dot, dot. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie(s):&lt;br /&gt;Umm, i don't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three people to text you:&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, Lidi, Amanda. I think. RS group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you called:&lt;br /&gt;Amelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you hugged:&lt;br /&gt;My dog? says Cheryl. Yes, we are lonely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you tackled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a lady, ladies are gentle creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you talked to on IM?&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Nat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Curry Wok (: Well, technically i ate &lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt; Curry Wok, but that's only a technicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you drank:&lt;br /&gt;Water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thing you said:&lt;br /&gt;Out loud? "Ooh, ooh." I was singing along to Happy by NSN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Person you talked to:&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Nat now. If not, to my brother, technically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan: I'll go down to get water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Can you help me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Place you went:&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen, for my water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-665251223559519376?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/665251223559519376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=665251223559519376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/665251223559519376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/665251223559519376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-do-another-quiz-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1452771027842314994</id><published>2009-06-27T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:27:33.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Shimei's FB. It's cute, okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an innocent cutie with a sexy smile who shot a stripper because i love marijuana. Shit, i'm boring. I wanted to be a hot scene kid that likes to have fun who needed a lesbian because imma sexy beast. I pity whatever poor soul that was born 13 november. And also, every couple years, that person's birthday would be on friday the thirteenth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color/kind of socks are you wearing?(were)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Red = loud&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Green = stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fuzzy = gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;[x] Yellow = innocent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Purple = a little too happy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black = emo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stripes = funny&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gray = skanky&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink = preppy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Light blue = sweaty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Other = hot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] White = sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of pants are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;[x]Shorts = cutie&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Skirt/skort = skank&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Corduroy = faggot homosexual&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Tight jeans = scene kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Ripped jeans = emo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cammo = cage fighter&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Jeans = prep&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pajamas = pimp&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cargo = clown&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Sweats = athlete&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Boxers = brat&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Booty shorts = female&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Capris = Gangster&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Nothing = hoe&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Dickies = weirdo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bikini bottoms = tiki girl&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other = sex addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Auburn = that every one wants to make out with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blonde = with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;[x]Black = with a sexy smile&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Dark brown = with a hot boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red = that likes to have fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown = who loves to be different&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Dirty blonde= with a nice ass&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bald = with herpes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;[ ]1 = who ate&lt;br /&gt;[ ]2 = who needed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]3 = who killed&lt;br /&gt;[x]4 = who shot&lt;br /&gt;[ ]5 = who killed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]6 = who smoked with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]7 = who banged&lt;br /&gt;[ ]8 = who ran shirtless with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]9 = who got stabbed horribly by&lt;br /&gt;[ ]10 = who cuddled with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]11 = who slept with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]12 = who ran naked with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;[ ]01 = the kool-aid man&lt;br /&gt;[ ]02 = a dog&lt;br /&gt;[ ]03 = a shoe&lt;br /&gt;[ ]04 = a toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;[ ]05 = Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;[ ]06 = The Trojan man&lt;br /&gt;[ ]07 = Barney the dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;[ ]08 = a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;[ ]09 = a porn star&lt;br /&gt;[ ]10 = a bag of weed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]11 = my lover&lt;br /&gt;[ ]12 = a glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;[ ]13 = a horse&lt;br /&gt;[ ]14 = a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;[x]15 = a stripper&lt;br /&gt;[ ]16 = a pickle&lt;br /&gt;[ ]17 = a jew&lt;br /&gt;[ ]18 = a homo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]19 = an orange&lt;br /&gt;[ ]20 = my mom&lt;br /&gt;[ ]21 = a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;[ ]22 = a whore&lt;br /&gt;[ ]23 = my crush&lt;br /&gt;[ ]24 = an easter egg&lt;br /&gt;[ ]25 = a jar of honey&lt;br /&gt;[ ]26 = a condom&lt;br /&gt;[ ]27 = a bowl of cereal&lt;br /&gt;[ ]28 = a french fry&lt;br /&gt;[ ]29 = your dealer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] 30 = Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;[ ]31 = your grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of the shirt you are wearing&lt;br /&gt;[x]White = because I love marijuana&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Black = because im sexy as hell&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pink = Because the lil people told me to&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blue = because I have AMAZING boobs&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red = because I'm a pimp and your jealous&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Polka Dots = because I hate my life&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Purple = because I'm gay&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gray = because I got dared&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other = because that's how I roll&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Green = because I'm good in bed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Orange = because I smoke crack&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Turquoise = because I have a noodle in my nose&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown = because I had to&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Shirtless = because I've got abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1452771027842314994?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-5010896604405201709.post-6457571899328918657</id><published>2009-06-27T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:03:08.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="194"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXOrbZ0QTkM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXOrbZ0QTkM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="194"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Beth Cooper. Hayden (who i have just learned is quite short) always chooses such trashy movies. And she's always the jock, ha. A very short jock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-6457571899328918657?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/6457571899328918657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=6457571899328918657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6457571899328918657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6457571899328918657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you-beth-cooper.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5611158958692163159</id><published>2009-06-26T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:03:28.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowadays i'm only posting images. Don't know why. And i write in fragments. Whoopee. I love thingpart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://daytrotter.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daytrotter.com/content/images/ThingPart/thingpart-09-06-17.jpg" width="320px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5611158958692163159?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5611158958692163159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5611158958692163159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5611158958692163159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5611158958692163159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/nowadays-im-only-posting-images.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2659250380249547542</id><published>2009-06-26T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:44:56.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really need a shower. Been gross sweaty for 4 hours. Mom's in the shower now, i'll go later. Look! So cute, right? (: Cred: Sartorialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-streettrench-tie-milano.html"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/62509TrenchBlue325web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2659250380249547542?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2659250380249547542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2659250380249547542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2659250380249547542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2659250380249547542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-need-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7666789738036730326</id><published>2009-06-26T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:44:33.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The shoes look like mutant ballet flats. Love them! &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/176082-StockholmStreetStyle"&gt;http://lookbook.nu/look/176082-StockholmStreetStyle&lt;/a&gt; And isn't he just adorable? &lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/175996-"&gt;http://lookbook.nu/look/175996-&lt;/a&gt; I feel fat :( Drums now, bye! RIP MJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7666789738036730326?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7666789738036730326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7666789738036730326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7666789738036730326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7666789738036730326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoes-look-like-mutant-ballet-flats.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1992861027279055128</id><published>2009-06-26T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:07:45.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really tired, sort of. I don't know, it comes and goes. I should probably go to sleep, like Amelia told me to. But i am a teenager. I should = delude yourself into believing you shouldn't waste your youth away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;. No, of course not, instead, you blog and bitch. That's actually quite a cute term. Blog 'n' Bitch. Like Fish 'n' Chips. Tapes 'n' Tapes. Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy. Or whatever. Now i've forgotten what i came here to say. Oh right. How pathetic is this - i'm just gonna post on last post, check DT + SMBC + Bloglovin' + lookbook. Sesh is cool. &lt;a href="http://www.daytrotter.com/dt/love-is-all-simple-annoyances-should-still-make-for-a-dance-concert/20030515-3737795.html"&gt;Love Is All.&lt;/a&gt; Peace, chicks, dicks. Go read your MOV. Or summary. Or sparknotes. Must remember to dl this sesh tomorrow. Maybe it's 'cause i'm sleepy, but it sounds really good. You know, i'm constantly craving Grizzly Bear even though i don't know what it sounds like because the name's just so cute. I think my DN was dedicated to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAR BEWARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1992861027279055128?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1992861027279055128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1992861027279055128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1992861027279055128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1992861027279055128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-tired-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2825208361412907924</id><published>2009-06-25T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:12:07.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay (: I'm home, seated, under a fan and mm, does it feel good. I really need to get used to waking up. Three times i couldn't wake up, three times! My parents are home. I should have gotten them to fetch me. Braddell Westlake is okay. I can walk to Shimei's! April/Magdalene were saying they should go to Shijin's house, haha. I just realized that there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a time that i was taller than Shimei. I don't want to tweet anymore. I just had to explain one of mine to my dad D: But i will nevertheless. The self-control i have has increased significantly, but not yet in that aspect. Oh, Atti and me got a lift from Cheryl's dad - like, 100m. Wow. But the bus came straight after, so we would have missed it if we walked the way we walked. Now my dad's trying to show me how to queue songs on iTunes. Simple, YOU CAN'T. And even if you can, you'd have to jump through hoops to. I've gone quite anti-apple, i think. But they're so pretty and white and awww! I want a classic iPod! Mine's out of space! I want a nice, big, heavy iPod. I'm gonna play Sims, now. My sis bought 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2825208361412907924?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2825208361412907924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2825208361412907924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2825208361412907924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2825208361412907924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-im-home-seated-under-fan-and-mm.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1630273970281777730</id><published>2009-06-24T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:53:10.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/?id=491#comic"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20060531.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1630273970281777730?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1630273970281777730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1630273970281777730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1630273970281777730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1630273970281777730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7804598540272555480</id><published>2009-06-24T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:01:33.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tuition teacher just said buddy looked like Gollum (how am i supposed to know it's Gollum not Golem? I watched pokemon, not freaking LOTR). Similarities? She's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/ADVGN/436N~Gollum-LOTR-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SkHq3yNEnfI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Yw1Z-9RuVlc/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SkHq3yNEnfI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Yw1Z-9RuVlc/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350816076383165938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i would post a picture of bald, excited buddy, but i don't have one - not worthy of my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7804598540272555480?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7804598540272555480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7804598540272555480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7804598540272555480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7804598540272555480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-tuition-teacher-just-said-buddy.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SkHq3yNEnfI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Yw1Z-9RuVlc/s72-c/DSC00756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-6147583824869318585</id><published>2009-06-24T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:36:57.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/?id=1217#comic"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20080623.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Lies sesh is pretty sweet (: I love my mom's conditioner. It totally makes my hair manageable. Used it yesterday, my hair feels great (: Hopefully this isn't a one time thing. The only down sides are that i feel guilty using it and that i have to wait super long. I mean, i have permission to use it, but it looks so... expensive. Tuition in a bit. My schedule so far is this: Slack off until chenlaoshi gets here, shower, do work, slack off until after tuition, read the last two acts of MOV, do SIP, slack off for the rest of the day. But i MUST finish MOV. I read three whole acts yesterday! Yay! And i think the first three acts, individually, are longer than the last two, individually. I have nothing to do now. I shall make a list of things to do during future holidays. And i will add a hashtag so i won't forget. Pshh. #iambored&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read FP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check blogs on bloglovin + lookbook + daytrotter + smbc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surf DT/smbc archives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies on greatstufftv (Limited)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build a home for my CDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up my iTunes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jog, lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make more lists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very unproductive now, i think. My brother's friend is over again. Well, not &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;, per se. Yesterday a couple of his friends came over and now one of his classmates is here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love night time. When kell and me stay up, we go to my brothers' room until they get forceful and then we leave. Last night we played Munchkin, which is very, very cute (: I want to play again. I'm a big dork for games like that. I used to have my pokemon and everything :D We wanted to play Risk for a while, but dan and ken said it'd take too long. I love it when my brothers get all excited, so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-6147583824869318585?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/6147583824869318585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=6147583824869318585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6147583824869318585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6147583824869318585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/white-lies-sesh-is-pretty-sweet-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4008402055626935893</id><published>2009-06-23T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:27:18.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying to understand the Merchant of Venice. I've only read the summary. So confusing :( Okay, kids, if you're lazy to even read the summary, here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bassanio wants to woo Portia, but he got no $$, so asks his friend Antonio to lend him $$. Antonio =  no $$, so he borrows from Shylock. Shylock: "Give me a pound of your flesh!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With his new $$, Bass goes to woo Portia with Gratiano. Gratty marries P's gentlewoman, Nerissa. Bass passes Potty's casket test, and i figure, they marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonio's business = XXX. He can't pay back Shylock's loan. Shylock: "GIVE ME YOUR MEAT, I AM A NEEDY CANNIBAL." Bass and Gratty hear their friend's got trouble: "WE MUST SAVE TONY!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portia and Nerry decide they want to be power lawyers - they end up defending Tony. Portia to Shylock: "You spill blood = XXX."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUKE says: Shylock will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live (why was he going to die in the first place?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep half of his fortune (does tony get the other half or something? For not paying back a loan?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave that half for Larry (Lorenzo = ran away with Jessica. Jessica = Shylock's kid. Why wouldn't he leave it to Larry? Technically if he leaves it to Larry, then Jess would get it too?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becomes a Christian (He's a Jew)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's all i've got. I have a very confusing - but slightly clearer than the summary - flowchart. Yay me (: So now i have a vague idea of the plot, so if i don't get through the book, i won't be completely lost. I remember in P5, i only read AWIT when i had to do the summary for each chap, which is almost at the end. Minee was very pissed, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will now take a nice shower and wash my hair good good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4008402055626935893?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4008402055626935893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4008402055626935893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4008402055626935893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4008402055626935893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-trying-to-understand-merchant-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1707079069545419966</id><published>2009-06-23T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:38:18.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must tweet less. I swear, if i wasn't so tuned in to all this stuff, i'd be a clingy, twitter/blogger reliant, twit-talking ah lian aunty rebel. Jeez. My MOV was leering at me :( It's really quite creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/4729/mov1.png"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/4729/mov1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lookbook. Somehow i looked twice at two from Singapore. Actually quite lian. I mean, the clothes are great, but not the face, and they're way too pale. With the sun, they could at least make an effort, right? I don't, but still. I guess because we have so much of the sun, we don't quite enjoy it. Annnnd, it's too hot to wear tights. Lots of the lookbook stuff's filled with girls in very short shorts and skirts - but it doesn't matter. You know why? Most of them have hot legs. &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt;, they're just pictures, so even if their legs aren't toned, you can't tell. No wobbly there. WTF is wrong with imageshack? I don't think blogger does tiffs. I hate scanning in stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up today, i was achey all over :( I want a massage. Oh, and now, for the first time in my life, i will listen to Achey Breaky Heart. But it's country, so what good could really come out of it, huh? I woke up today wanting to listen to it, too. And felt very kind to miley, so i unfollowed her. From now on, i will stop spreading malicious word of her. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1707079069545419966?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1707079069545419966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1707079069545419966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1707079069545419966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1707079069545419966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-tweet-less.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-3522908242161296514</id><published>2009-06-22T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:53:47.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, i'm listening to jazz/blues now. Stolen from my dad, of course. Hey, does anyone know what the title of the gay Colbie fic is? I don't know. The gay cynical bastard Colbie, who i had imagined looked like Christofer Drew Ingle with less hair. The one who's in love with James, extremely hot hockey (is it hockey?) player, who &lt;i&gt;may &lt;/i&gt;be gay, too. And Rachel, next-door-neighbour, who may or may not become his BEST FRIEND. Slash disturbs me, but Colbie was entertaining, so whatever. And the only thing graphic was his boners, ew. Ahh, i'm sleepy. I wrote, just now, "And the only thing graphic was her boners," and i don't even know if that's accurate grammar. Headdddddd. Back to the story. It's kind of weird, because you can't really relate - you don't get to be Hot James' or Hot Colbie's fantasy girl, because they just don't &lt;i&gt;go &lt;/i&gt;that way. Oh but my favourite bit was when Colbie went to James' and he had, like, 3 really little sisters or something - "I was the accident."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need something sappy to read. No popular kids, unless it's two popular kids. So sick of that story line. He is unattainable. Oh, he looked at me! I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; becoming one of those girls. Ooooops, i just made out with him, oh, i can't stop thinking about him, this must be love! Now we are madly in love and we are making out on a beach. He says something completely normal, and because all characters like me over think things, i'm REALLY REALLY SAD. What if he only "loves" me because... I'm a novelty? It's not really love? He's &lt;i&gt;gay&lt;/i&gt;? He actually wants a smart girl? Oh, because i'm actually &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt;? Oh, i'm always ugly, don't you know? It's just that now ever since i started narrating this story, everyone started saying i was really pretty! I think i should stop. Anyway, can't deal with that sort of story. No Ryan-Raleigh stories, either. Devon and Reese are actually the same situation, right? Except, of course, AAO's a lot better written. I like Jared. The R's are a tad annoying. I mean, Raleigh is so &lt;i&gt;clingy&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the baby mammoth is cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-3522908242161296514?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/3522908242161296514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=3522908242161296514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3522908242161296514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3522908242161296514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-im-listening-to-jazzblues-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-3484005148837423407</id><published>2009-06-22T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:30:31.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabesaporta.com"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://crushmm.net/gaby/cobra/gabe/detox.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Saporta's blog pic. Balloon says, "Happy birthday, princess!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-3484005148837423407?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/3484005148837423407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=3484005148837423407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3484005148837423407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/3484005148837423407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-saportas-blog-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-9138889487048668274</id><published>2009-06-21T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:03:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleplastichorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/natasha-poly.html"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2zgu6n9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the shoes! Natasha Poly. Three photos, but they're gorgeous, so it doesn't matter. Linked (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-9138889487048668274?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/9138889487048668274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=9138889487048668274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/9138889487048668274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/9138889487048668274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-shoes-natasha-poly.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2zgu6n9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-9131095903922112745</id><published>2009-06-21T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:55:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grizzly Bear now. Only their myspace, though. Anyway, here to post a photo. Tsk, this is what Sembawang did to the Sigur Ros cover (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sembawang's version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/9264/dsc00909i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/9264/dsc00909i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Real version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikechristie.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sigurrosnew.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://mikechristie.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sigurrosnew.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love was lost, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-9131095903922112745?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/9131095903922112745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=9131095903922112745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/9131095903922112745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/9131095903922112745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/grizzly-bear-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2295124778753520205</id><published>2009-06-21T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:01:12.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy :( Haven't had any caffeine the whole day, and i got up at 7.30. I was supposed to get up at 7, but i didn't wake up :\ Uh, the alarm wasn't loud enough? Ended up 15 minutes late. Practice, worship, sermon, standing around. Oh, we had the duty of holding up the wall! After sermon, all the sec 2s (+ mentors) went outside and leaned against the wall in one, long line. For lunch, we went to Funan, which is pretty boring. Spent almost the whole time at Sembawang. Kell and Dan and Ken went to buy some shit. Sembawang's having 50% on everything except nett priced items! I got a few good buys (: Hah, i was actually willing to pay double, so i bought another cd after that. I told myself i would only buy things on my list, so i got Magic Numbers and We Are Scientists, then i went back and bought Cranberries, which wasn't on the list. Darn, i should have gotten Orson, too. The only thing stopping me was the fact it wasn't on the list. I forgot with Cranberries. Oops. Well, and it looked pirated, and the last time i bought something like that (ehehe, Ashlee Simpson) the CD quality was crap - couldn't get it on the comp. Anyway, super cheap. 3 CDs for just over $20. Cranberries was most ex, but it was $10 for 20 songs! Yay! Everyone go Sembawang and waste all your cash! Agonized over the CDs i couldn't get. There was a whole stack of johncmayer :( That is why it's bittersweet. But just now i stole all of my dad's John Mayer songs, as well as Jack Johnson, so i forgot about it. So since i got home, i've listened to Jack Johnson (Sleep Through The Static and Sing-A-Longs &amp;amp; Lullabies For The Film Curious George), John Mayer (Inside Wants Out EP - darn, only 8 songs. Long for an EP, though.), Joss Stone (Fell In Love With A Boy - i only have one song, but it played over after Inside Wants Out. Quite like it anyway.) and now, Magic Numbers (: It's their debut. Pretty sweet. I bought the older album, oops. After this, We Are Scientists, then Cranberries (: ZOMBIE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. i want in-ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s. invite me, char!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2295124778753520205?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2295124778753520205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2295124778753520205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2295124778753520205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2295124778753520205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sleepy-havent-had-any-caffeine-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7742330233495048891</id><published>2009-06-20T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:04:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i'm hungry later, i will have durians. I don't know why, but we have durians again. My grandpa bought, i think (: I am keeping warm with liam. My leg's tired. I think i may fall asleep before i get hungry for durians. I love my iPod. Very few twitter updates today. I don't think today was a good blog day for me, either. Haven't heard today and yesterday's daytrotter sessions in full yet :\ What shall i do to pass time? Pass out? I should stop blogging so much. It makes me feel like a loser. I should put ads on my blog and make some cents. I mean, it's per click, how much do you think i can get? Actually, there's probably some base startup fee. And they probably check IPs too. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7742330233495048891?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7742330233495048891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7742330233495048891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7742330233495048891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7742330233495048891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-im-hungry-later-i-will-have-durians.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7637243634943495306</id><published>2009-06-19T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:44:14.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just one more week :( I really should get started on work. I will. Like, on monday. Monday after guitar, i will do work. Tuesday and Wednesday, too. Thursday, no. Thursday is practice then pizza (: Friday, Saturday, Sunday'll be all the work i still have left (almost everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiko has a new friend! His name is Barry, and he is a pushover. He comes from the rag rack outside my parents' room. He's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RS meeting today (: I SWEAR WE WERE TOTALLY PRODUCTIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7637243634943495306?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7637243634943495306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7637243634943495306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7637243634943495306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7637243634943495306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-one-more-week-i-really-should-get.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4910688286077653753</id><published>2009-06-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:43:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oufaenjrlgifbuaoeknbzdm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://oufaenjrlgifbuaoeknbzdm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my new skin's pretty promising (: Haven't coded it yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4910688286077653753?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4910688286077653753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4910688286077653753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4910688286077653753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4910688286077653753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpoufaenjrlgifbuaoeknbzdm.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7977150757058119387</id><published>2009-06-18T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:22:44.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedieline.com/blog/images/2008/04/21/banana_juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://www.thedieline.com/blog/images/2008/04/21/banana_juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it the cutest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7977150757058119387?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7977150757058119387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7977150757058119387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7977150757058119387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7977150757058119387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/isnt-it-cutest.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5037801989132110470</id><published>2009-06-18T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:40:22.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided i'll never do anything officially until i'm actually good at it. Well, from now on, that is. It will just piss off people like me who have to swim through pages and pages of mediocrity just to find the few gems. Except maybe on blogskins, because it's already screwed. How are we ever gonna be rockstars if we keep believing the music scene here's crap? And really, you don't want to fill the world with your shit unless it's good. And the &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt; scene here'll be crap if you fill it with your shit. And if your shit's good, then fill the world with it, then the whatever scene won't be (as) crap. Right now, i'm quite lost, and i don't know what the heck i'm saying. Very bored. Gonna doodle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5037801989132110470?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5037801989132110470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5037801989132110470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5037801989132110470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5037801989132110470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-decided-ill-never-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2386761455652024548</id><published>2009-06-18T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:12:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/5719/yslblackshinyplatformsl.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YSL web took forever for me to get that pic. Love it, except the shiny. You know what, i dig the shiny. They have such long complicated names. YSL Platform Slingback Pumps in Black Shiny Leather with 4.5 inch heel. I would die before i could balance in them, but mmwhee, i'nit pretty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2386761455652024548?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2386761455652024548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2386761455652024548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2386761455652024548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2386761455652024548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/ysl-web-took-forever-for-me-to-get-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-1709033887205302413</id><published>2009-06-18T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:48:37.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/admin/uploads/WTW-CFDA-awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img width="320px" src="http://www.whowhatwear.com/website/admin/uploads/WTW-CFDA-awards.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw this on E! and then again on whowhatwear.com which i am now following on my new bloglovin account (: I don't know why i have to sign up to EVERYTHING, it gives me a lot of spam :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-1709033887205302413?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/1709033887205302413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=1709033887205302413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1709033887205302413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/1709033887205302413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-saw-this-on-e-and-then-again-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5219309283555051772</id><published>2009-06-18T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:56:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wrote and rewrote and rewrote again a post about something that i do not wish to post anymore and i should really stop wasting my time like this. Oh, also, i'm making my list. Things i want to do before i die. My dad says (i told him and kell about this during lunch) that i shouldn't say "before i die", because it makes it seem as if you've got plenty of time to do all those things, and it should just be "Things i want to do". I don't follow his reasoning. Anyone care to explain? I know i could die tomorrow, or right now (sour gummy poisoning, perhaps?). For all i know, i could be dead, but i think that's highly unlikely. Ooh, i want to watch &lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/500daysofsummer/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! 500 Days Of Summer. Looks sweet (: Anyway. I'm making my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5219309283555051772?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5219309283555051772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5219309283555051772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5219309283555051772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5219309283555051772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-wrote-and-rewrote-and-rewrote.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-6503465124958289388</id><published>2009-06-18T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:39:53.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to the Anya Marina session on daytrotter now (: Sounds promising. Ooh, 5 songs. I haven't had a very productive day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up - a little before 11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to my dad's room, feeling like eating, but settling for E!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched E! THS (Matt and Ben! How could i not?) then some more (something about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely talented&lt;/span&gt; disney starlets)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch with dad and kell (: Good coffee and bread. My dad's home because he's sick, and he's sleeping now, but supposedly a good coffee is worth it. Wait, why is he sleeping? He just had coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Came home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Checked blogs, daytrotter, smbc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(You are looking into the future now) Check more blogs/webbies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download Anya Marina session.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figure out Bitter Heart chords! Started last night (: But just because i figure them out doesn't mean i can play them :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Desert/coffee with my dad while my mom has her check-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Matt and Ben are so cute (: E! THSs are always so halfway. They didn't even include the death of Jen and Ben! Cheaters. And also, critics are stupid. School Ties is supposed to have bombed, but i thought it was pretty good what. Mm, i like Anya Marina. &lt;a href="http://www.daytrotter.com/dt/anya-marina-oh-yeah-it-s-a-seduction-alright-concert/20030706-3738056.html"&gt;Link here.&lt;/a&gt; These headphones are killing me. And my garlic sprouts aren't freaking sprouting. Those bitches better hurry. Anya Marina sounds like the sort of music they play in That CD Shop. And they play cool music. I still want that lounge compilation. It was cool. I don't even know what lounge sounds like. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-6503465124958289388?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/6503465124958289388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=6503465124958289388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6503465124958289388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6503465124958289388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-anya-marina-session-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8479039283554641386</id><published>2009-06-18T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:21:17.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2.5 men isn't as funny as how i met your mother. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a choice here: you can dig down and confront your feelings so they won't be controlling your behaviour, or you can keep eating pudding and cookies until you have more chins than a chinese phone book."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8479039283554641386?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8479039283554641386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8479039283554641386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8479039283554641386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8479039283554641386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-6518299328840877064</id><published>2009-06-17T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:44:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I'm back with exciting news! I've just passed the 300 mark on downloads on blogskins! Which isn't a lot! But never mind (: At least 3 of my skins are nice and the sucky one has the second most downloads! People on blogskins have bad taste. Tilly and the wall have a tap dancer for percussion :D Hmm, you know actually, the most DLs are those that have been there longer. Which makes sense, i guess. Cobras rock! Like, 3 of them are tall and skinny and... mmm. Oh yeah, and i love marshall - "I'm only 6' 4"!" What ep is that? Ok i'm gonna hit publish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-6518299328840877064?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/6518299328840877064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=6518299328840877064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6518299328840877064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6518299328840877064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-everyone-im-back-with-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-7858667330797880522</id><published>2009-06-17T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:29:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since when was xiaxue blond? WTH! I'm so confused right now :( Also, i'm never highlighting my hair, like, ever. Well, i won't be one of them who get them during december 2011. And i can't get hot pink because everyone's done it, i can't get baby pink (which is what i wanted) because xiaxue has it, and i can't get some other colours because my friends have reserved them (like shimei tentatively wants electric blue). So that leaves me with what? Light/dark/neon purple, orange, dark/light/neon/bright green, neon yellow, white, brown, blond... and whatever else. Tell me, why on earth would i like any shade of purple, orange or green in my hair? And i don't plan on natural colours either. Ew. Which leaves me with neon yellow and white (which doesn't count as a natural colour). I seem to be having a yellow phase, so by the time i can dye my hair, i wouldn't want yellow. And white? Please, everyone would think i'm some sad goth. And you know how annoying it would be to have people have one look at you and go, "Ooohhhhhh! Emooooooohhh!" Little bitches need to get a life, though. And i should stop focusing on ways to make my hair worse. I think if my hair's manageable, i'm more than happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the love, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SjjvsMbz9_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/8yIcZB_5He8/s1600-h/heart"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SjjvsMbz9_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/8yIcZB_5He8/s320/heart" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348288100033624050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-7858667330797880522?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/7858667330797880522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=7858667330797880522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7858667330797880522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/7858667330797880522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-when-was-xiaxue-blond-wth-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWK5i38fPbg/SjjvsMbz9_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/8yIcZB_5He8/s72-c/heart' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-203367458603152612</id><published>2009-06-17T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:49:36.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/seaofshoez/DRE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/seaofshoez/DRE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so in love with this pair. Probably wouldn't wear it for real, though. I mean, &lt;i&gt;orange!&lt;/i&gt; But right now i'm wearing the oc camp shirt, which happens to be bright orange. What's with the fragments? Must be the bad fics. Someone save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-203367458603152612?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/203367458603152612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=203367458603152612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/203367458603152612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/203367458603152612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-so-in-love-with-this-pair.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8462002723342307901</id><published>2009-06-17T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:55:07.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>800th post (: Woo? Just watched as much of how i met your mother as i could. Barney and robin are so cute on their own it's almost disgusting to see them together. I love barney. I'm so happy neil patrick harris is gay because if he wasn't, all the non-lesbians of the world would never sleep. Even though barney &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; an ass. And he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; fictional. But damn, girl, neil patrick harris! Which is actually quite a stupid name, but does it matter? No. Because he's neil patrick harris and neil patrick harris is, quite luckily for the sake of his own safety, gay. I want more how i met your mother. I bet it's gonna have a crappy ending. One of the students? &lt;i&gt;Teachers?&lt;/i&gt; Oh, ted. Why do shows like this not have a happy ending? I love lily and marshall as much as i love monica and chandler, though. And barney marshall and ted are such a cute bromance (: Goodbye, love, off to read more fp and i haven't done the work i said i've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8462002723342307901?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8462002723342307901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8462002723342307901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8462002723342307901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8462002723342307901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/800th-post-woo-just-watched-as-much-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8424922413303067781</id><published>2009-06-16T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:58:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, barney. I just watched hours of how i met your mother season 4. I love neil patrick harris. Poor barney! I love barney :( He hasn't said suit up in the longest time :( And he's so hung up over robin :( Barney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8424922413303067781?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8424922413303067781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8424922413303067781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8424922413303067781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8424922413303067781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-barney.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-8972471892235919817</id><published>2009-06-16T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:42:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can someone tell me why a kids' game is so tough? I was gonna boast of my super cute, fun, nostalgic lego game, but i couldn't get past the first freaking level. Screw legos. &lt;a href="http://creator.lego.com/worldbuilder/default.asp?x=x"&gt;We used to play these games (:&lt;/a&gt; The stupid freaking lion keeps on killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-8972471892235919817?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/8972471892235919817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=8972471892235919817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8972471892235919817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/8972471892235919817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-someone-tell-me-why-kids-game-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-5663579953106349471</id><published>2009-06-16T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:49:15.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading through all my archives (unhealthy habit, i know) and i realized that almost all the photos/videos i posted up until the end of last year were fangirlish stuff, except in july. And i didn't recognize some people. Ooops. But mainly, it included: tai, cobra, fob, trs, phantom planet. Beckett and friends (including gabe and alex and guy and ryry) got the top spots, and pete wentz and friends got the least. I will work today. Where is that list i made of all my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;science&lt;/b&gt; SIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;elang&lt;/b&gt; nothing? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lit&lt;/b&gt; read MOV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;geog&lt;/b&gt; nothing? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hist&lt;/b&gt; read notes + TB chapters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;math&lt;/b&gt; the worksheets ms ting gave out last day only, i think (: &lt;b&gt;Oh no! I forgot. Must ask amelia about the summary for trigo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt; book review (must go find), PT (must go buy. $9.10 for that pathetic book!). more, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is quite a sad list. +RS, which we are super behind in :( ok so today i need to:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;measure, water plants for SIP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go find book review paper thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go find pt paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese tuition homework (i don't know what i have to do, i forgot again D:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;settle RS :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I will read the hist stuff and MOV and do the math stuff some other time. I tried starting on MOV yesterday, but didn't work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-5663579953106349471?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/5663579953106349471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=5663579953106349471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5663579953106349471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/5663579953106349471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-reading-through-all-my-archives.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4592015948690814960</id><published>2009-06-16T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:47:45.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want macaroons now. Citron, caramel and... pistachio? Someone buy me macaroons :( Or macarons. I don't know, there are multiple spellings. my spellcheck says macaroons. Updating links again, now. Something useful now, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4592015948690814960?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4592015948690814960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4592015948690814960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4592015948690814960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4592015948690814960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-macaroons-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-6156662938860262430</id><published>2009-06-15T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:38:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really should be going soon. Reading links from char's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/seaofshoez/abc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her shoes (: I was watching rachel getting married (it's far more angsty than i expected, i thought it was some light easy breezy chick flick, and anne hathaway was in it too, jeez!) but i only got to watch till 1h plus because it died after then :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle night does have horrible taste in names. But they were meant to be old fashioned, eh? Grandma grandpa names and all that. That's it now, love. I think i like calling people "love", it sounds so sweet and british (and british people have cool accents and music, remember, love!) and lovely! But i don't think i can pull this off in real life, because then i'd be too mrs kavanaugh. Or whatever her name is. Just this post then. Maybe with charlene, hah! Bye, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-6156662938860262430?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/6156662938860262430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=6156662938860262430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6156662938860262430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/6156662938860262430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-should-be-going-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-4450444309822068578</id><published>2009-06-15T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:03:14.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it really that bad to have brown hair and brown eyes? Is it really that good to have blond hair and blue eyes? Writers are strange, strange creatures. I need to do SIP. Shit, what if the garlic doesn't sprout? I haven't checked on it yet. Someone put my Great Apple Thing in the fridge, so now it's all hard :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-4450444309822068578?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/4450444309822068578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=4450444309822068578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4450444309822068578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/4450444309822068578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-really-that-bad-to-have-brown.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010896604405201709.post-2895201404126713149</id><published>2009-06-15T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:52:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back on liam, reading danielle night. I'm really quite in love with this woman. Every single story so far has ended with i-love-yous. And really, so i stayed up to 2.40 in the morning reading fics, but my sister's on &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; bed watching (presumably) boys over flowers videos. Tsk. It's getting warm again, not a pleasant feeling. Lorraine's story's quite confusing. The characterization's all screwy at the end. And so i was reading the last chap (or second last?) wondering why glen's eyes turned from brown to blue. Haha, unrelated tidbit here: i think it's hilarious when authors have favourite eye colours and least favourite eye colours, and if said authors are not impartial to their own fancies, all their male leads end up, say, blue-eyed, and all their female leads dirt-brown-eyed. Must the girl really be ugly? It's unfair. I mean, as if there are actually that many hot guys. Face it, girls, we're doomed. Anyway, lorraine's story. At the start, i loved both glen and lorraine, individually and together. Could they get any cuter? Lorraine became this precious quiet oversensitive un-uncaring thing, and glen switched from hazelnut/black eyes (hazelnut, that's a good one, eh? No more dirt brown!) to blue eyes and switched from sweet, laid-back, gentlemanly, country &lt;i&gt;savage&lt;/i&gt; to pissy, possessive, potentially abusive husband, then back to sweet, laid-back, gentlemanly, country &lt;i&gt;savage&lt;/i&gt;. Oh, when i grow up, if i ever get a dog, i'd name him/her pat. You know like in friends? Pat the dog? Yay :D Okay, so summary on lorraine's story (i don't think this post was entirely coherent) is i love glen and lorraine but the story was weird in the middle - plot, character, everything. Now i must sleep before i get hungry again. Ugh, i think i'm sick or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010896604405201709-2895201404126713149?l=steamedbeetle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/feeds/2895201404126713149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5010896604405201709&amp;postID=2895201404126713149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2895201404126713149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010896604405201709/posts/default/2895201404126713149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamedbeetle.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-on-liam-reading-danielle-night.html' title=''/><author><name>ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
