<?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-6487199860469128626</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:19:50.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>| Moxie Danger's Squeedom |</title><subtitle type='html'>The secret's in the telling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-8573303671267270288</id><published>2010-05-01T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:21:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wokay.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know. "What the hell is she doing writing another post?"&lt;br /&gt;Despite my lacking posts in the recent months, I have been keeping this blog in my mind. Somewhere in the polluted backgrounds where people get slaughtered and have their guts eaten by diseased dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some, or prolly all of you know, I'm back in KL and have been for the past month. With recently lasered eyes, I am setting off on a grave new adventure with lense-less freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have painted my nails blue and am currently giggly over hidden object games. Calv thinks I'm trying to test out my eyes but alas, that is not true! I got this fetish from Ze. After introducing Love &amp;amp; Death: Bitten to me, I've entered this delicious frenzy in which I strain my eyes so uncleverly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, I doubt I'll be posting anything else after this (as much as I doubt anyone'll be reading this). If you ever want to reach me, look for my Facebook. Mhm, everyone's got one. Just look for Yeng Be or something. I don't think you'll find anyone else named that :)&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;br /&gt;xxBe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-8573303671267270288?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/8573303671267270288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2010/05/wokay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/8573303671267270288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/8573303671267270288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2010/05/wokay.html' title='Wokay.'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-4345212848265597218</id><published>2009-06-16T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:25:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow!</title><content type='html'>Hi, hello, hey, greetings, my pretties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT; for starters, I took that exam I signed up for and bloody hell it was hard as *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;The amount of kanji was enough to make me throw up. But anywaaaay, according to everyone, I did pretty nicely for a newcomer and someone who's "hilariously" blank on kanji. Yeah, laugh it up, schoolmates, rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's good news and well, I'm not quite sure how to classify it actually but still uh, apparently I can't take the official examination this Sunday in some university in Hiroshima 'cos all my classmates booked their places last year and the deadline was in March. Why did I think I could take it in the first place? Well, since you asked, funny story actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first my teacher was telling me how I should give my name if I wanted to take the exam and all so I submitted it. And theeeen, several weeks later, she requested 3500yen for the bus ticket to Hiroshima and explained the location and departure time and all the little details very...detailedly. Righto, in the meantime, all my classmates received envelopes containing their entrance card etc. so I asked my teacher for mine and she said mine won't be here so soon since I'm a technical last minute entrance since everyone's been settled last year. So, fine, dum de dum. Until last Friday, with one more week to the exam, I asked my teacher whether my form arrived yet and she said I'll be taking the next exam, not the one this coming week and I asked her why did she sell me the ticket then. And she went, "No way! You're kidding." And I took the ticket from my wallet and she freaked lol. She exclaimed that I accidently bought the ticket and I said that can't be true cos she's the one who wrote my name in the ticket very clearly. Then she returned my money and we started bowing to each other, apologising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed that I can't take the exam. Oh well lol. Kayson's disappointed that I won't be able to sit in the bus and gobble junk food with him on the way to Hiroshima, tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to dump somemore photos here but the USB thing went retarded on me so I shall be buying a new one later when I do the shopping. After the sun sets, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty-ho, here's some news, darlings; I'm returning home for the summer holidays :D *cough*For those of you that care about my ass, *cough* Hint: 25th July 2009. More details (if you want 'em), ask my faaaamily.&lt;br /&gt;Ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-4345212848265597218?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4345212848265597218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/06/yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/4345212848265597218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/4345212848265597218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/06/yellow.html' title='Yellow!'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-1785147965357006436</id><published>2009-05-27T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:08:47.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos, my good people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Righty-ho, people. As you darling citizens have insisted, here are some photos , well, technically a lot of pics of my in Japan. Here we go, (Warning: it's not exactly overwhelmingly fascinating but please, have a looksy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340383754436988722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzauud7zzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oRvk5Llrt2k/s320/DSCN0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt; First up's a pic of me and my school's principal, her husband (the chairman or something) and some guy who's apparently important and the both of them seriously had an English-speaking practice session with me. Was rather funny but that's cos they're very nice, old men and maybe they were trying to fit in with the hip group of the century. But anyway, the chairman guy gave me his business card after our conversation and asked me to spare some time and he'll bring me to his company's factory and...bread shop. Yeeah, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340383758891813138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzau_EDCRI/AAAAAAAAABE/lXtRXOdHVbY/s320/DSCN0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The funniest teacher with a brilliant tidak-apa attitude. And he believes himself very handsome (says it practically every day in class, lol). What do you say, friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340383767668202930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/ShzavfwgHbI/AAAAAAAAABU/3fsW_897iG0/s320/DSCN0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hello Kitty popcorn vending machine, yaydom! Too bad it's Hello Kitty though, I don't like it. And the cat won't shut up while you're waiting for the popcorn. But it's goood though so screw the cat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340383768304631010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/ShzaviIPPOI/AAAAAAAAABc/w3qXjwiJ-yY/s320/DSCN0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese popcorn at a grocery store. It's great that people here love cheese and popcorn as much as I do. Or at least, the restaurants and manufacturing companies do. Oh, yeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384888327959506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzbwuim89I/AAAAAAAAAB0/P658RR4iWOw/s320/DSCN0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a trinket store. Happy Birthday to whoever, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384888968031842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzbww7NrmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cOrbtQixy_E/s320/DSCN0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantyhead. Cheh, now you and Ci Ling know what to get Jason next time, HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384878463942866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/ShzbwJy2ANI/AAAAAAAAABk/PaeMWxaVSLU/s320/DSCN0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the little ice cream badge thing? Yep, the pin broke and it fell somewhere in the streets of Okayama so the guy who bought it for me, which would be Kayson, went and stole another badge from another cap from the shop that he got it from. Who's he, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384881127998498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/ShzbwTuARCI/AAAAAAAAABs/snbiq1tzCUU/s320/DSCN0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask no more (not like you were, but still), that would be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340384900893207234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/ShzbxdWZasI/AAAAAAAAACE/bnqJomPacU4/s320/DSCN0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some schoolmates and I at the park during our school field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340386213991841794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzc95BggAI/AAAAAAAAACM/NjalR7Pvs3Y/s320/DSCN0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu Yong and I, at some buffet. Brilliant place, seriously. Had amazing chocolate ice cream and a cotton candy machine! He cooked for me pretty often when I first got here. He makes great Chinese food, yessir. Neway, he "made" some cotton candy for me but there seriously wasn't enough time so I had to leave it all sad on a plate. Well, at least I got to have a teeny piece before we had to dash for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzc-bmo9aI/AAAAAAAAACU/MOzuxjHNG0E/s1600-h/DSCN0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340386223274390946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzc-bmo9aI/AAAAAAAAACU/MOzuxjHNG0E/s320/DSCN0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryan/Han Yu and I in Kurashiki (during the field trip as well). And yes, he's actually rather tall. And he possesses a seriously funky laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're more photos but they're not here now for two reasons. 1: I haven't uploaded them yet. 2: It's a retarded attempt in trying to let you guys feel *some* suspense lol. Don't tell me if it's not working, it'll depress me, mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little tidbit about the new students of my school; 102 new students and 85 are from China. Last year's intake was filled with Russians or so they say. And what's more, apparently there practically wasn't any and there's never been so many China Chinese in the school before. I mean, it's not a bad thing but I wanted to meet hot, Russian guys like Hashimoto-sensei and Joewen told me about :(  Oh well, I have met some on the streets and they say "hi", whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, more photos soon? Lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-1785147965357006436?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/1785147965357006436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/05/photos-my-good-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/1785147965357006436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/1785147965357006436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/05/photos-my-good-people.html' title='Photos, my good people!'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Shzauud7zzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oRvk5Llrt2k/s72-c/DSCN0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-5019624432822069255</id><published>2009-05-17T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:52:37.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop de doo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Greetings, people. We-ell, had a Kanji and grammar test on Wednesday. Got a 100 for the kanji and 95 for the latter. Rather pleased, for sure lol. Righty-ho, then I had this counselling thing with a teacher for an hour and a half. Nope, I'm not depressed or screwing anyone up in school; it was some "How are you as a new student and what are your future plans?" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though I got to find out loads bout Japanese universities, I had to very honestly tell the teacher I haven't decided on my future course or even which country I'm going to be in. Then, the expected speech on how I'm supposed to have decided by now. I brought to her attention that everyone in the school is 20 to 30 years old, and me being 17; fresh our of high school kind of gives me a teensy leway, no? Lol, then she gave me this bizarre stare and was like, "Oh, yeah! You're 17, I completely forgot, ha-ha! I understand then, please think it through properly. (Now, about the red thong that I can see you're wearing, where'd you buy that?)" ...Joke. Not a very funny one, I know. Everyone never laughs when I actually try to make a joke. Lol, at least they find me amusing when I don't try. Natural born humour or summat, yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, there's a Japanese University entrance exam thing next month. The trial's on the 6th and the real thing's on the 21st. Most of the student in the school's taking the Japanese language exam. Don't ask why, but I signed up for the Japanese, Math, Chem, and Bio exam. Wtf, right? My classmates were all, "Why the hell are you doing a stupid thing like that? You just got here barely 2 months ago." Speaking of which, my classmates enrolled in the school 6 months to a year ago. Righto, so anyway, I'm getting my parents to send me my old Chem and Bio textbooks to Okayama, Japan. The books I thought I'd never have to give a damn about again and happily gave to my brother while laughing my ass off. &lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt;, I uh... don't really remember much of them anymore. So... &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol, why do I do this to myself, alas! Good news though, there's no such thing as failing this exam; you just check out how much you got. That was a major relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, I'm prolly coming back to Malaysia after I graduate in March. &lt;em&gt;Prolly&lt;/em&gt; enrolling in a university back home. What do you lovely people think? By the way, there's no "6 month express course" like I was led to believe lol. The teacher re-explained, saying that even the top class'll graduate in March. About the 6 month thing, she said she meant I *could* study for 6 months and leave cos they have a 6 month course but it doesn't mean you learn faster. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, I prolly wouldn't go back after 6 months even if I graduated within that time. I'm liking it lots here, so yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I went for karaoke with some classmates last night. Brilliant place, 1500yen per person from 11pm to 6am, free flow drinks and ice-cream. So yeash, people, we stayed up all night being stupid and murdering our throats. Well, I was pigging out on "diet vanilla" ice-cream. The only choice there was. But anyway, there were loads of syrups and stuff so it was great :D And they had a hot milk cocoa drink vending machine so I was content, mhm, yessir. When the clock struck 5:50am, the front desk called us and we had to pay and take our leave. Cycled home in the coolness of morning; noting thatevery karaoke bar we passed had people pouring out, dressed in the craziest cosplay outfits. Lol, looks like our gang wasn't crazy enough. I'm not a karaoke person but last night was f.u.n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh, look at the time! I've got homework to get a-doing! Lol, those who read Explosm comics'll prolly get how wrong that sounded. Good day, people! Night, whatever, byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-5019624432822069255?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/5019624432822069255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/5019624432822069255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/5019624432822069255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings-people.html' title='Whoop de doo~'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-3028621789745956752</id><published>2009-04-30T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:31:54.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La de da~</title><content type='html'>Yeash, people, I can seriously *feel* myself settling in here. Awesomesauce. (Yes, Alex, I took that from you) It's great, really. But still lol, the sun and the lack of shade everywhere bums me out. People don't even like curtains here, only those silly thin ones that obscure vision but not the blinding sunlight. I"M USING A FRIENDS LAPTOP AND EVERYTHING"S IN MANDIRIN AND I DON"T KNOW WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED&gt; SCREW&lt;&gt; NOT LIKE I HAD A TOPIC TO BEGIN WITH ANYWAY&gt; WHEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-3028621789745956752?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/3028621789745956752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-de-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/3028621789745956752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/3028621789745956752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-de-da.html' title='La de da~'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-1206769559613951238</id><published>2009-04-21T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:54:34.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooosh!</title><content type='html'>Don't ask bout the title, I have no clue. Yeash! So, my class timetable is utterly simple; Be in class at 9am, leave at 1pm. 10minute break at the end of every hour. Nice eh? Better than you sorry people in school with the sole sanctuary being lunch lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rather like the idea of being able to wear my own clothes to school. 'Cept, once you run out of combinations... Not ideal lol. I'm doing fine so far though, yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeash, my mum's bday was yesterday. Love you, mumsy, Happy Belated Bday :D She is setengah abad dah, people. Lol, respect. If I'm going to grow old, it better be something like that or I shall be very displeased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, consider Josh's (Wilkins) option of taking so much weed with the intent of suicide when he's 40ish lol. Why, you ask? And I quote, "Cos i dont wanna be old duh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go; cleverness lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywaaaaaaay, I am currently addicted to the Macha Oreo McFlurry here. It's great. I'm not really one for green tea stuff but this is addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Se1dUBlibSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BQBkbbRWlY0/s1600-h/mcflurry=nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327016532853812514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Se1dUBlibSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BQBkbbRWlY0/s320/mcflurry%3Dnice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't look like that though. Honestly, it looks like green shit but it's awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I shall go get one later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Righty-ho. I am hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw this, I'm going to go get one now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I wasn't kidding when I said I wasn't very good with blogs, yay. I think I'll look for one of those survey things to fill it up. Hm, yeash. SOMEONE, tag me! Forget that, Alex, I'ma tag myself :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-1206769559613951238?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/1206769559613951238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/whooosh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/1206769559613951238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/1206769559613951238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/whooosh.html' title='Whooosh!'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/Se1dUBlibSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BQBkbbRWlY0/s72-c/mcflurry%3Dnice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-8042141024995114657</id><published>2009-04-08T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:46:35.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeash, a Japanese cell phone!</title><content type='html'>Got a cell phone :D Now you guys can call me when you like. Though I think it's a rather limited "you guys" since I doubt NELSON advertised my blog like he so nicely promised, rawr. Anywaaaaay, I'll give my number to one of you (Prolly Alex, cos he's so well connected lol) and he can wave it around. The not smart thing to do would be to put it on the net. Or maybe it's the smart thing. Whichever lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though cellphone calling is prolly really expensive too. I'm not sure about a landline but anywaaaay, I have that phone wire socket thing in my room so I'm not quite sure lol.&lt;br /&gt;Righto. Gots to go, byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-8042141024995114657?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/8042141024995114657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeash-japanese-cell-phone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/8042141024995114657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/8042141024995114657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeash-japanese-cell-phone.html' title='Yeash, a Japanese cell phone!'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-5950994288513532605</id><published>2009-04-07T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:18:54.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, helloooooo from Japan!</title><content type='html'>Salutations from Okayama, Japan. Class is starting in 20 mins but here's a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have heard, yes, I have a bike and I cycle to school, whee. It's still spring here so it's about 0 degrees in the morning and 18 degrees in the afternoon. I had my placement test yesterday and I'm getting my results in a bit. It hasn't even been a week and I seriously miss you guys, my family, home. It's definitely harder than I thought. Course I'm making friends here (not being a lonely emo bitch or anything) but it's not the same as hanging out with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I hope Nelson remembered to advertise this blog lol. Anywaaay, I'm honestly considering pushing myself for the 6 month express course so I can return home to you lovely lot of darling people half a year early. What d'you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I love the weather here but it's so sunny lol. And everyone loves walking in the sun so I'm the freaky girl darting from shade to shade. Ah, some things don't change. And the bad thing about cold weather is dry-ass skin, rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, got to be going now. Take caaaare :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-5950994288513532605?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/5950994288513532605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-helloooooo-from-japan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/5950994288513532605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/5950994288513532605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-helloooooo-from-japan.html' title='Like, helloooooo from Japan!'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-493372879139460058</id><published>2009-03-11T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:32:27.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol 8, whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wheee, did all you people &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; Adam Lambert tonight? Isn't he just the shizz in the whole AI business? Heeeeere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/SbfnFBjUOhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2YBKWpRxBPc/s1600-h/l_b133467061d9417fb79a93c749c56854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311968359008713234" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/SbfnFBjUOhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2YBKWpRxBPc/s320/l_b133467061d9417fb79a93c749c56854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam Lambert, yaaay. Alex L., you know that's true, yeah?! His whole Black or White performance easily blew everyone off their backsides. We-ell, to be fair... Danny Gokey and that oil rig guy was brilliant too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I've never been this squealy over AI for a long time. Season 7 and 8 are definitely the highlights in the AI world. Anywaaaay, ignore the spastic Be for now. Just thought I should put up a post about &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; on this pitiful page. Oh, joy.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and Ze came back from NS today. Not like she came upstairs to see me (watching old reruns of Heroes). &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; went down to see her and tadaa, she was enjoying KFC after the long 3 months of non-KFCness. We had a sweet little reunion in the kitchen in which she cried and I grinned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-493372879139460058?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/493372879139460058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol-8-whee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/493372879139460058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/493372879139460058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol-8-whee.html' title='American Idol 8, whee!'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj72l8IHrOI/SbfnFBjUOhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2YBKWpRxBPc/s72-c/l_b133467061d9417fb79a93c749c56854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6487199860469128626.post-4499958011084243681</id><published>2009-03-09T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:34:07.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post, yaaaay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Riiight. A blog created on a spur of the moment thing. Sooo, hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darling friends, looks like this'll be our way of "hanging out" while I'm in Japan, yeah? Pardon the lack of fancy page-design things, the thought of them hardly excites me at the moment lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is an embarrassingly lame first post. Oh well, we have our moments. The next one should be something. Try sticking with this blog. Unknown wonders and whatnot could be hiding in the shadows, whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6487199860469128626-4499958011084243681?l=themoxiedanger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/feeds/4499958011084243681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-post-yaaaay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/4499958011084243681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6487199860469128626/posts/default/4499958011084243681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoxiedanger.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-post-yaaaay.html' title='First post, yaaaay.'/><author><name>Moxie Danger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08787741616615222236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
