<?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-5660332888423183627</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:28:38.198+08:00</updated><category term='Yana rocks my socks'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='gaylung merepek'/><category term='teletubbies'/><category term='silly-billyness and whatnot'/><category term='gayness'/><title type='text'>murder machine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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>583</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-4229859131974855774</id><published>2010-07-02T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:54:02.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/50025233@N08/4754221745/sizes/l/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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Thought I'd do a bit of a blog while I'm here, so when I get back to Singapore I can read this and be all nostalgic and maybe cry a bit and whatnot. Y'know? Yes. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm lying in my cousin's bed right now, all bundled up in layers and layers of clothing and a super thick zebra-print blanket. It's 10:51AM. My throat is dry. I remember waking up in the middle of the night feeling extremely hot and cursing the heater above the bed. It was emitting hot air. So I moved my legs towards the glass window next to the bed. Yay, instant coldness! I also remember wanting to get up and grab a glass of water from the kitchen, but then I imagined something crawling on the floor grabbing my legs and pulling me into the Underworld, so I stayed put on the bed and suffered from extreme thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Um. Oh yeah. Just because it's cold here doesn't mean I skip out on showers! Well okay, I do sometimes. But that's only because I had fever. I did shower once at midnight here. Back in Singapore, I like to have baths before I sleep. So old habits die hard, I guess. Back to my midnight showering extravaganza. It was hella cold, dude. But I love being cold. Coldness is awesome! I wish Singapore's cold. My face stays completely matte and fresh here, even after climbing sand mountains and running around being crazy with the camera. In Singapore I would've developed attractive armpit stains and a rather dazzling facial shine. No oily faces here in Perth! Nope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay then enough babbling. Bye bye chipmunks. I need to pee. Desperately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-2260960908820070322?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2260960908820070322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=2260960908820070322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2260960908820070322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2260960908820070322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/06/greetings-from-mars_09.html' title='greetings from mars!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-2918720354011043292</id><published>2010-06-01T16:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:28:19.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 May 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img811.imageshack.us/img811/8302/99222596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/9280/88235414.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/8687/42931177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/8687/42931177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-2918720354011043292?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2918720354011043292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=2918720354011043292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2918720354011043292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2918720354011043292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/06/30-may-2010.html' title='30 May 2010'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-791616824580909726</id><published>2010-05-28T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:30:54.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oliver twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/7919/starsmk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/7919/starsmk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am much too freaking obsessed with black and white. I WISH LIFE WAS IN BLACK AND WHITE! zomg how awesome would that be!? pretty awesome, is the answer you are looking for. i can go around walking with mismatched clothes and no one would give a stuff because in black and white everything looks brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're wondering, no i did not edit the picture. i only just played around with contrast and stuff, to make it brighter. oh, and i sharpened it. the hexagons of awesomeness you see in the pic were created by me. yes. ME! if you look closely you will see what appears to be a sort of little curve thingy at the bottom center of the picture. what is that, you ask? that is the thing i used to make the pretty little hexagons of light. i figured this out on my own. *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/3434/lobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://img580.imageshack.us/img580/3434/lobe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; exciting news, my cousin Huda is getting married this Sunday and my mom keeps counting down her days of being a virgin. LOL. my mom is such a cheeky little bugger. so then today whilst i was slumping around the house like a lump of shite, my mom suddenly told me to make a card to go along with the wedding present she bought for Huda. and i was like "but i'm not a creative person! i suck at making cards!" ask Tina. she knows. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah then my mom looked at me like -___- and said "it doesn't necessarily need to be a CARD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then BAM i got off my arse and took this picture. quite proud of it actually. i had to take quite a few shots because i have parkinson's and my hand wouldn't stop wobbling and the pic was all blurry and i tried using flash but that made it look like shite and...i'll shut up now. from the look on your face i know i'm boring you to the depths of hell with my babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow i'm actually going to step outside of the house (CUE ORCHESTRA MUSIC) and go to the mall to print the pic. how much does it cost to print a picture? i hope not too much because i've only like two bucks in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sucks to be poor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-791616824580909726?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/791616824580909726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=791616824580909726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/791616824580909726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/791616824580909726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/oliver-twist.html' title='oliver twist'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4960468219087293098</id><published>2010-05-26T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:04:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a homosexual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/5492/starfighterpilot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/5492/starfighterpilot2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/1350/97904251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/1350/97904251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/4276/54198303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/4276/54198303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling a bit gay last night. excuse the overexcited happy faces. there's no point to this blog post, by the way. just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing artsy fartsy about these pictures either. i just wanted to share my gayness in all of it's unglam glory, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by gay i mean extremely happy to the maximum on the hills of Tibet. that made no sense whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay love y'all bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4960468219087293098?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4960468219087293098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4960468219087293098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4960468219087293098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4960468219087293098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-homosexual.html' title='not a homosexual'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5413358537369113687</id><published>2010-05-25T18:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:17:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plane ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imogene.deviantart.com/art/It-ll-be-like-coming-home-33696861"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/143/0/b/It_ll_be_like_coming_home_by_imogene.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to be honest, i don't really feel all that excited about my upcoming trip to Australia, land of the kangaroos. it's ridiculous how calm i am, actually. i'm trying to psych myself up by looking at pictures of Oz and bombarding my cousins with questions. i'm sure i'm annoying them somewhat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's excitement level, on the other hand, is phenomenal. ever since i told him about my idea to camp outside in the freezing cold to just look at stars/play guitar/talk about random shit, he's been going nuts looking for ideal camping spots around his house. ah, i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also just had the &lt;s&gt;brilliant&lt;/s&gt; idea of writing down ideas for photographs in a special little black notebook i scrounged up from the depths of my room. i'm going to explore Perth (and i'm going to drag my cousins along with me whether they like it or not) (hehe), even though i can barely walk. my foot is healing, yes, but it's healing terribly slowly. i thought of taking a super close-up picture of my foot, but since i love you very much i think i'll spare your eyes from the disgusting sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. what else? oh yeah. clothes. i've yet to pack. i hate packing. i always feel like throwing all the things i own into my luggage. asdjhasjkhrljagtrjleagrekthwejtbgwq.... what to wear what to wear what to wear? note to self: it'll be winter when you arrive, so pack warm stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. just received an email from my aunt. she says that stuff in Australia are ridiculously expensive, and since i'm broke...well, that means no souvenirs for you guys. hahahaha! kidding. i'll see what i can find (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to Kangarooland on the 5th of June, and i've already got plans set with Kimi on the 7th. eggciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. totally excited now, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:{D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5413358537369113687?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5413358537369113687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5413358537369113687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5413358537369113687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5413358537369113687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-particular-post-doesnt-have-title.html' title='plane ride'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-9033834545114348373</id><published>2010-05-22T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:26:30.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling a little bit better, but there are still some horrors at the back of my mind. there's a reason why they're there; i pushed them back there. but they won't reside there forever. when i'm ready i'll drag them back up to my mind's surface and look at them directly in the eye.  and then we'll have some confrontational conversations. it's not going to be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if none of this makes any sense to you =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i'm just going to drown my sorrows in these delicious tubes of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ti7zvnmS1qzmn1q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ti7zvnmS1qzmn1q.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;see y'all later, alligators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-9033834545114348373?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/9033834545114348373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=9033834545114348373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/9033834545114348373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/9033834545114348373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm.'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-579234471591107739</id><published>2010-05-22T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:11:04.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kite runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2tiyq9Z9x1qa3reko1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1274612947&amp;amp;Signature=zlbSEzgD1JcFHALqvPPbkZ6xF2I%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1zk84ukkf1qzrkrxo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4899136692948873356?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4899136692948873356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4899136692948873356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4899136692948873356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4899136692948873356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will.html' title='i will'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7214204345677166005</id><published>2010-05-21T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:29:44.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is probably the most honest i've ever been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i come up with the most brilliant advice. but since i fail miserably at life, i rarely ever listen to my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that even make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned something about myself the other day; i'm completely fucked up. pardon my french. i've been through some things that have made me the person i am today (no, i'm not talking about trivial things like heartbreak) and sometimes the things in the past come back to taunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what clinical depression is? it's the worst feeling in the world. i've been through it (yes i had to go see a "shrink" for it) and i survived it. i'd like to think that i'm much stronger now than i was then. maybe i'm wrong. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a clue about anything at all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, but i'll be fine. i'll get through it. i'd just like to take the time to say thank you to whoever's reading this. if you know me personally in real life, then i'd like to say thank you. thanks for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that great of a friend, i know. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to be a better friend and a better person. i'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7214204345677166005?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7214204345677166005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7214204345677166005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7214204345677166005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7214204345677166005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-probably-most-honest-ive-ever.html' title='this is probably the most honest i&apos;ve ever been...'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8668416295502867575</id><published>2010-05-18T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:10:27.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photobooth fun timez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S_KOmUokDXI/AAAAAAAABHA/PK9ZcSgKRok/s1600/fandango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S_KOmUokDXI/AAAAAAAABHA/PK9ZcSgKRok/s400/fandango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472593286233591154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just being a tad bit narcissistic. i've always wanted to take phootobooth-styled pictures. thank god for having a room which can double as a studio. haha.&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/5660332888423183627-8668416295502867575?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8668416295502867575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8668416295502867575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8668416295502867575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8668416295502867575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/photobooth-fun-timez.html' title='photobooth fun timez'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S_KOmUokDXI/AAAAAAAABHA/PK9ZcSgKRok/s72-c/fandango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-7032550681947246915</id><published>2010-05-13T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:49:22.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;last night i attended Canon's digital lab tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-vE4a8ThoI/AAAAAAAABG4/JflQBYcTs7o/s1600/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-vE4a8ThoI/AAAAAAAABG4/JflQBYcTs7o/s400/class.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470682645955577474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-vE3_xnFeI/AAAAAAAABGw/Cr124jYHYKk/s1600/class2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-vE3_xnFeI/AAAAAAAABGw/Cr124jYHYKk/s400/class2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470682638662964706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was alright, but there were no kids my age. i was the only teenager there, and the most hilarious part (well, to me) was when i walked into the room and everyone looked at me like i'd accidentally walk in on something that i wasn't a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't look down on teenagers. we're smarter than you give us credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it was a two hour class (7PM till 9PM). the first hour was a total waste of my time because the Canon person was basically telling us about the auto functions of our cameras. when the first hour was nearly up, he suddenly said directly to me (maybe coz i looked bored as hell) "if you're a simple person, and all you want in a camera is good quality images, then by all means use the auto functions. but if you're more of a creative person who likes to experiment, then please stay for the remaining hour of the class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like he read my mind coz i was trying to decide if i should walk out of the class. thank God i stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then explained about the P, M, TV, AV, C1 and C2 modes and i sat up straighter and looked less like i was going into a coma. then he said the magic words "this is not a photography class, by the way. so for those of you who have no idea what ISO, aperture and shutter speed is, then you might be a little bit confused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling a little smug inside as i glanced around the class and everyone looked lost. HA! who's the moron now, senior citizens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then FINALLY. effing finaaaaaaaaaally! he taught us what i've been dying to know.  Shutter sync curtains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert super excited face here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then class ended and i went home and immediately started playing around with my camera. VOILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2cantkImC1qa3reko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2cantkImC1qa3reko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ca8wafL71qa3reko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2ca8wafL71qa3reko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2cal7CANP1qa3reko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2cal7CANP1qa3reko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to try it out with my friends during sleepovers! so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effing&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7032550681947246915?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7032550681947246915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7032550681947246915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-4261923730381621942</id><published>2010-05-10T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:17:51.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not the boss of me now and you're not so big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2752o7HcI1qa3reko1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 579px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2752o7HcI1qa3reko1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when i'm bored i like to channel my boredom towards creating something spectaculacular. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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big'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-2377781195163621134</id><published>2010-05-09T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:14:04.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>froyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l25fs9kyY41qa3reko1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1273925575&amp;amp;Signature=7zSegmlTv6kb4rnPqkXcGEvvQho%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l25fs9kyY41qa3reko1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1273925575&amp;amp;Signature=7zSegmlTv6kb4rnPqkXcGEvvQho%3D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;chillin' out, eating frozen yoghurt with &lt;a href="http://thenameisfaten.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatin&lt;/a&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/5660332888423183627-2377781195163621134?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2377781195163621134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=2377781195163621134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>self-portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Zu0TJcI9I/AAAAAAAABGg/jyhhWcjNqEw/s1600/triiiiad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Zu0TJcI9I/AAAAAAAABGg/jyhhWcjNqEw/s400/triiiiad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469180642260165586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Zuz7JNfGI/AAAAAAAABGY/1k-RBHZW7CM/s1600/camerashy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Zuz7JNfGI/AAAAAAAABGY/1k-RBHZW7CM/s400/camerashy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469180635816754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7564115854694829790?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7564115854694829790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7564115854694829790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7564115854694829790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7564115854694829790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_09.html' title='self-portrait'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Zu0TJcI9I/AAAAAAAABGg/jyhhWcjNqEw/s72-c/triiiiad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-5464691919238938369</id><published>2010-05-07T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:42:57.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's my middle finger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. blogspot totally effs up the image quality. get with the times, dammit! my stuff looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; better on Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-QYhohD1vI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PPZDqPq_QWo/s1600/Flipping_The_Bird_by_Fytrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-QYhohD1vI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PPZDqPq_QWo/s400/Flipping_The_Bird_by_Fytrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468522813625456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5660332888423183627-5464691919238938369?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5464691919238938369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5464691919238938369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5464691919238938369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5464691919238938369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='here&apos;s my middle finger.'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-QYhohD1vI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PPZDqPq_QWo/s72-c/Flipping_The_Bird_by_Fytrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-1292480045422949288</id><published>2010-05-07T18:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:37:48.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn1_NYEOI/AAAAAAAABGI/9K-Y1_vkkdQ/s1600/hamzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn1_NYEOI/AAAAAAAABGI/9K-Y1_vkkdQ/s400/hamzie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468469287244533986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn1jFdDoI/AAAAAAAABGA/UHF7sgMRZVs/s1600/the_sky_is_the_limit_by_Fytrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn1jFdDoI/AAAAAAAABGA/UHF7sgMRZVs/s400/the_sky_is_the_limit_by_Fytrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468469279695113858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn1E4vELI/AAAAAAAABF4/nCcFfPlYLX0/s1600/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn1E4vELI/AAAAAAAABF4/nCcFfPlYLX0/s400/finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468469271588704434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn03tSR4I/AAAAAAAABFw/dcidTMlgNz4/s1600/fffg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn03tSR4I/AAAAAAAABFw/dcidTMlgNz4/s400/fffg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468469268051019650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn0rbdJwI/AAAAAAAABFo/i58qI5dV_Lw/s1600/badass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 431px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn0rbdJwI/AAAAAAAABFo/i58qI5dV_Lw/s400/badass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468469264755009282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1292480045422949288?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1292480045422949288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1292480045422949288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1292480045422949288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1292480045422949288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pn1_NYEOI/AAAAAAAABGI/9K-Y1_vkkdQ/s72-c/hamzie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-8644389835379667147</id><published>2010-05-07T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:57:36.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always had a fascination with lights and how pretty they are. here are some of my attempts at photographing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-PjeRma76I/AAAAAAAABFg/FrOdfJ94ogo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-PjeRma76I/AAAAAAAABFg/FrOdfJ94ogo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468464481818046370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pjd1JcPPI/AAAAAAAABFY/wU86cXQx8DQ/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pjd1JcPPI/AAAAAAAABFY/wU86cXQx8DQ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468464474180304114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pjdt9GhWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/dZqWOlJg500/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-Pjdt9GhWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/dZqWOlJg500/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468464472249501026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-PjdKRXDyI/AAAAAAAABFI/JzNu-bBb7YM/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-PjdKRXDyI/AAAAAAAABFI/JzNu-bBb7YM/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468464462670794530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-PjciGO8nI/AAAAAAAABFA/p2BgKjd96QU/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-PjciGO8nI/AAAAAAAABFA/p2BgKjd96QU/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468464451886707314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8644389835379667147?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8644389835379667147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8644389835379667147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8644389835379667147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8644389835379667147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/lights_07.html' title='lights'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S-PjeRma76I/AAAAAAAABFg/FrOdfJ94ogo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-7615871152620911974</id><published>2010-05-07T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:39:59.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2009/254/5/f/ain__t_no_sunshine_by_Fytrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2009/254/5/f/ain__t_no_sunshine_by_Fytrie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/123/c/6/biru_merah_hijau_by_Fytrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 597px; height: 644px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/123/c/6/biru_merah_hijau_by_Fytrie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs35/f/2008/308/d/e/OH__THE_HORROR_by_Fytrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 528px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs35/f/2008/308/d/e/OH__THE_HORROR_by_Fytrie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs18/f/2007/198/5/b/f_l_o_w_e_r_s_by_Fytrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 597px; height: 830px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs18/f/2007/198/5/b/f_l_o_w_e_r_s_by_Fytrie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7615871152620911974?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7615871152620911974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7615871152620911974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7615871152620911974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7615871152620911974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-photos.html' title='old photos'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-6446241965719847852</id><published>2010-05-04T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:10:14.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged here for a while. blogging used to be easier, but now it kinda feels like a chore. and i dunno, maybe i don't feel comfortable sharing personal stuff on here anymore. maybe not. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having a lot of dreams about the same person lately. i don't know the significance of these dreams, or if they mean anything, but i would like them to stop. not because i don't like them. they're nice dreams. but...i dunno. i'm scared they might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far the only dream that has ever came true in my life was the one i had before the school year started when i was nine. i dreamed that i was getting into class 3B, and the next day when i went to school i found out that i was in 3B.  it freaked me out quite a bit, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay. enough blogging for now. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-6446241965719847852?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6446241965719847852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=6446241965719847852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6446241965719847852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6446241965719847852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7182300717648204327</id><published>2010-04-23T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:28:47.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back my obsession and start thinking again in black and white. for some reason i find things to be more beautiful in b/w. i miss the days when i would stay up late thinking of ideas and feeling so excited that i couldn't sleep. then as soon as morning came i set out to work, using the only resources i had to make magic. i miss that. i want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking through the photographs i took a year ago. only a few stand out. a few that i'm really proud of. particularly the one i did of OneRepublic's song Mercy. it was my interpretation of it, and it was personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i'm gonna get it back. obsession, come to mama!&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/5660332888423183627-7182300717648204327?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7182300717648204327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7182300717648204327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7182300717648204327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7182300717648204327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-1575936680832541360</id><published>2010-04-16T12:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:07:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO'S A YEAR WISER? LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey heeeeey! Thought I'd blog today since it's such a spehshul occasion and all. If you don't know what occasion it is then SHAME ON YOU!! Shame on your smelly face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!! I'M FINALLY 17 YEARS OLD!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No I'm not but just go along with it, okay? Humour me!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the eve of my birthday, I met up with my hunnie bunnie Fateno at Lot 1 and we had a fun beanz time eating (well, she ate 'real food' while I stuffed my face with ICE KACANG DURIAN!) and giggling over the "TURBAN" thingy. Y'know, when Ryan Seacrest announced Tim Urban? HAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry if I find that so hilarious, alright? I'm easily amused, gimme a break! And she told me about Kurt Cobain's life history and suicide.... :( RIP Kurt. I hope to God smelly autistic Pattinson won't play you in a movie. Because that would be goddamn f**king insulting! I mean, come ON! Pattinson can't even sing for shizz! -__- Can he even play the guitar? Teeenet. At least Kirsten Stewart kinda looks like Joan Jett, and she plays guitar. So I guess she's more tolerable than her stupid ass gay sparkly vampire boyfriend. Am I right? I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sorry for rambling there. Um, so where was I? Right. And then we moved on to sit at the rooftop thingy. She gave me my presents (yes presents) (PLURAL!) (I know right! I was like D: OMG WHY SO MANY PREZZIES!) and I was squealing like a fool coz it was awesome and liony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8flnZwX1lI/AAAAAAAABDg/h6if_i_j0o4/s1600/86917835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8flnZwX1lI/AAAAAAAABDg/h6if_i_j0o4/s400/86917835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460585538301449810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lion soft toy, a National Geographic lion birthday card, a lion t-shirt, a lion cellphone keychain AND a kickass drawing of my favourite superhero Batman and band, Paramore! :D I'm a happy camper (: Here's what my birthday card looks like inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8foPI6KHfI/AAAAAAAABDo/PulG5npSb3Y/s1600/lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8foPI6KHfI/AAAAAAAABDo/PulG5npSb3Y/s400/lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460588419997113842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty, right? (: Thanks so much, b! LOVE YOU! xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my smelly best banana friend Fatin came skipping along. She's a perpetual LATECOMER! Dah la lambat, abe tk bawak chewing gum pulak tu! HAHAHAHA. And then we talked and LOLed and it rained and then we moved to the library to read books like the nerds that we are and then we walked around aimlessly and I ate some free samples of Royals cake coz I was hungry. So of course after eating three free samples we HAD to buy some cakes, right? Sorry, guys :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying some cakes (and candles) we all hopped home. Well, Banana hopped to my place for a sleepover extravaganza :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAAAAAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes before 12AM, I was channel surfing and Channel V was playing Train's Hey Soul Sister. Which is awesome, coz I love that song. So now I can fondly remember it as The Song I Sang Along To A Few Minutes Before Turning 19. Banana disappeared into my room and when she came out, she shoved a brown little bag into my face and a picture of her kittykat, and yelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8fptdSr48I/AAAAAAAABD4/wjQG_XcLP-Q/s1600/carrd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8fptdSr48I/AAAAAAAABD4/wjQG_XcLP-Q/s400/carrd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460590040376402882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creative! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the bag was a Body Shop box of goodies, which I tried to open but failed miserably. And then Banana spoiled the moment by saying "There's lip balm in it! It tastes really nice!" So of course I had to whack her. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Body Shop box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sydneyinbloom.com.au/catalog/images/strawberry%20sunshine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.sydneyinbloom.com.au/catalog/images/strawberry%20sunshine.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The loofah's red (and smells so rad) and substitute the body polish and butter for lip balm (which also smells super YUM). Thank you, Bananerz! (: I love youuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept at around 3:30AM coz we reminisced about our young glory days (and how evil we really were, despite looking so damn selenge) and ROFLMAO-ed about the Great Cowboy Underwear Twirling Incident. LOLOLOL! We also looked at pics of me and my brother when we were wee little kids. Even as a young toddler, I had perfected the stoned look -__- Seriously. There are a lot of pics of my wee little self looking STONED. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moonbattery.com/bo-stoned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.moonbattery.com/bo-stoned.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except my wee little self wasn't holding a bong, obviously. Naughty Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why my parents kept taking pics of me looking like I was about to pass out. LOL. They're eeeevil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then finaaaaaaaally, the moment I was waiting for. CAKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8fsrS8-D8I/AAAAAAAABEI/B6pU7zisBE4/s1600/87186411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8fsrS8-D8I/AAAAAAAABEI/B6pU7zisBE4/s400/87186411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460593301776109506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah of course I made a wish before blowing out the candles. NOT TELLIN' YA WHAT I WISHED FOR! Nannie nannie poo poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking forward to Saturday! Why? Coz I'll be spending quality time with my nigga, my soul mate, my....farter-in-crime, TINA!! :D Miss you like Bruce misses Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K byez y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1575936680832541360?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1575936680832541360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1575936680832541360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1575936680832541360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1575936680832541360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-whos-year-wiser-lol.html' title='GUESS WHO&apos;S A YEAR WISER? LOL'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S8flnZwX1lI/AAAAAAAABDg/h6if_i_j0o4/s72-c/86917835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-1906349327339080694</id><published>2010-03-27T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:31:28.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i grow up i wanna be a writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always loved writing ever since i could remember. and you know, sometimes i doubt if i'm any good at it. i have this thing where i don't like letting people who know me personally read the stuff i've written, coz....i dunno. it makes me uncomfortable. especially the non-fiction stuff based on my own life experiences. that's why i submit them somewhere for complete strangers to read and evaluate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently i submitted something that i wrote ages ago, and one guy commented on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"there are no words i can say that will be able to sum up, and coherently say, how real and powerful this piece is."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool (: it was hard for me to write that one (coz it's based on a true story) (hahaha). you know how some movies/songs make you wanna cry? i used to wish i had that kind of...."power." to create something that makes someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i finally let someone i know read my personal stories. i'm glad you like it, Kroeger. thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm never gonna forget this piece of advice my cousin gave me last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sometimes you just have to go to chase your dreams." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to grow up and be independent. Australia, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1906349327339080694?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1906349327339080694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1906349327339080694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1906349327339080694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1906349327339080694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be-writer.html' title='when i grow up i wanna be a writer'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-1297147982922933117</id><published>2010-03-25T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:31:35.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i cuss when i’m angry. does that make me a bad person? i don’t think so. at least i’m not going around pretending to be “innocent and holy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t kiss boys at staircase landings and photograph myself Frenching them. nor do i go out and get drunk. people have shoved alcohol in my face before in an attempt to tempt me. nope, not tempted. at all. and yes, i’m still a virgin. premarital sex is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i swear a little bit, now and then. i’m just expressing myself. i think swearing is therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you still insist on calling me a bad influence, then go ahead. i can’t stop stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i’ve got one thing to say, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Note.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This blog post is not directed at anyone in particular. I'm just saying what I feel to people who've called me a bad influence before. Kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1297147982922933117?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1297147982922933117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1297147982922933117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1297147982922933117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1297147982922933117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-listen.html' title='hey, listen.'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3651886093203749138</id><published>2010-03-21T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:22:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosh pit of doom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my blog entry about nearly crying during the Paramore concert when they first came out and people started going mad crazy and pushing and screaming and jostling and stuff? Well, I felt like a total sissy for NEARLY crying (but I didn't cry) but now I feel much better coz guess what? People have DIED in mosh pits before. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/thomas5711/Moshing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/thomas5711/Moshing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCAAAAAAAARY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 24, 2007, another fan died at a Smashing Pumpkins concert in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. The man, aged 20, was dragged out of the mosh pit, unconscious, to be pronounced dead at St. Pauls' Hospital after first-aid specialists attempted to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another incident, Jessica Michalik died of asphyxiation after being crushed in a mosh pit during the 2001 Australian Big Day Out music festival. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy sheeze, Batman! And nooooo, don't say things like "But Singapore is so tame and not wild at all! You can't die in a mosh pit in Singapore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, may I just point out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more than 10 people fainted and were brought backstage to be treated&lt;/span&gt; during the Paramore concert? Yes, more than 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I had reason to panic and start praying for my life and nearly bursting into tears coz DYING IN A MOSH PIT IS A POSSIBILITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I didn't die. Coz that would've sucked. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA k bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3651886093203749138?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3651886093203749138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3651886093203749138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3651886093203749138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3651886093203749138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/03/mosh-pit-of-doom.html' title='mosh pit of doom!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7391545231022985602</id><published>2010-03-15T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:56:28.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creep - radiohead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S50jI5T86CI/AAAAAAAABDY/Ixu-HP3CXAQ/s1600-h/edward-scissorhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S50jI5T86CI/AAAAAAAABDY/Ixu-HP3CXAQ/s320/edward-scissorhands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448549759918598178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Scissorhands is one of my favourite movie of all time (favouritiest movie is The Lion King coz that movie is epic and has lions in it but Edward S comes a close second) because it tells people that it's okay to be different and get called names by stupid boring generic people because being DIFFERENT IS BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're different and people make fun of you for being different, then FUCK THEM! Don't give a shit about them coz they're just boring arses who are gonna end up living boring normal predictable lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking good different here, btw, not bad different. Good different: creativity/quirkiness/eccentricity. Bad different: PSYCHO RAPIST TENDENCIES. See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go out there and be yourself! And if anyone gives you hell about being weird or whatever, flip them off and tell them to go swim with whales or something (it'll catch them off guard). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring Loser: You're weird!! I don't like you!&lt;br /&gt;You: Oh yeah? GO SWIM WITH WHALES!! _|_&lt;br /&gt;Boring Loser: ?????&lt;br /&gt;You: HA HA PWNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Totally catches em off guard.&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/5660332888423183627-7391545231022985602?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7391545231022985602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7391545231022985602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7391545231022985602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7391545231022985602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/03/creep-radiohead.html' title='creep - radiohead'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S50jI5T86CI/AAAAAAAABDY/Ixu-HP3CXAQ/s72-c/edward-scissorhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-8164294455912742053</id><published>2010-03-08T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:38:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the only exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm singing out loud to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-g9OAh2-ng"&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt; right now. my voice is almost gone, just the way i like it (:&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/5660332888423183627-8164294455912742053?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8164294455912742053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8164294455912742053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8164294455912742053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8164294455912742053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-are-only-exception.html' title='you are the only exception'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7440640893470672023</id><published>2010-03-08T03:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:27:31.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><title type='text'>paramore live singapore indoor stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5Q2SaCTa5I/AAAAAAAABDI/EWMIjeflOB0/s1600-h/kewl+kidz(216).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5Q2SaCTa5I/AAAAAAAABDI/EWMIjeflOB0/s320/kewl+kidz(216).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037539252300690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5Q2SKinxJI/AAAAAAAABDA/tiVBdAm9auk/s1600-h/kewl+kidz(220).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5Q2SKinxJI/AAAAAAAABDA/tiVBdAm9auk/s320/kewl+kidz(220).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037535092884626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5Q2RqcAkNI/AAAAAAAABC4/7gVkDm-am64/s1600-h/kewl+kidz(218).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5Q2RqcAkNI/AAAAAAAABC4/7gVkDm-am64/s320/kewl+kidz(218).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037526475215058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5QPTp1KjxI/AAAAAAAABCw/Iq1bOIt1wao/s1600-h/kewl+kidz(222).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5QPTp1KjxI/AAAAAAAABCw/Iq1bOIt1wao/s320/kewl+kidz(222).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445994679718547218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5QPTNWwOGI/AAAAAAAABCo/eUv5dMvULyU/s1600-h/kewl+kidz(224).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5QPTNWwOGI/AAAAAAAABCo/eUv5dMvULyU/s320/kewl+kidz(224).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445994672074799202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5QPSsthEbI/AAAAAAAABCg/7BOk-WQLEd8/s1600-h/kewl+kidz(232).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5QPSsthEbI/AAAAAAAABCg/7BOk-WQLEd8/s320/kewl+kidz(232).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445994663311905202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! i'm gonna have to blog about this RIGHT NOW or else i won't be able to sleep. i'm blogging using my phone btw, coz my desktop comp died :( so i'm sorry for any typos (it's 3:49AM anyways, so typos should be forgiven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so, seeing Paramore LIVE with my own two bulbous eyeballs was truly surreal. i still can't believe it actually happened. it kind of felt like i was there, but at the same time it didn't feel like it was real. like i was having a SUPER FRIGGIN' REALISTIC DREAM. i don't really know how to describe it, but i'll try. IT FELT LIKE I WAS HIGH ON CRACK AND I WAS HALLUCINATING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha okay that was a really stupid description. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few things happened that made me feel that the whole thing actually happened, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) when Paramore first came out after the terribly sucky and annoying opening act finished performing, and everyone started going crazy and pushing forward and screaming and stuff, i was SO FUCKING SCARED OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND because it was VIOLENT and I CAN'T BREATHE and OMGISTHISREALLYHAPPENING that the first thought that came to my mind was "I'M GOING TO DIE! I'M GONNA GET TRAMPLED ON AND DIE ON THE FLOOR AND PEOPLE ARE GONNA STEP ON MY CORPSE AND NO ONE WILL KNOW THAT I'VE DIED UNTIL AFTER THE CONCERT OMG I'M GONNA DIE!!!" i was so scared to death (no pun intended) that i was nearly in tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then Tina grabbed me and i felt safe. so Tina, thank you. you might not know this but you saved my life in that insane moshpit and i love you, niggz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i was pushed and prodded and people were screaming in my ears and stuff like that don't happen in dreams. well, not so realistically at least. okay that made entirely no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jeremy Davis was in front of my sweaty/oily face and he was sexing his bass. he looked so flawless, like i was watching him on TV. but when you're watching TV you can't feel the bass reverberating in your chest and seemingly beating in sync with your heart. THINGS LIKE THAT CAN ONLY HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i was sweating like i'd just run a bloody marathon and i smelt like a sewer. everyone around me smelt like a sewer. we were united in our sweat and body odor and we smelt like sewers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) both my feet started to cramp up because i was jumping up and down and stamping my feet and crazy people were stepping on my feet and let me tell you, THE PAIN WAS REAL! you don't feel pain when you're in a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) when Hayley Williams said "We don't say this every time but Singapore, you're the loudest crowd that we've ever performed for! This is our first time and you're all so great!" i was smiling so hard my face hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i was singing/yelling along enthusiastically that i lost my voice. (don't worry it came back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) after the concert my ears were ringing so loudly it felt like a million mosquitoes were having an orgy in my head and i had to yell to hear myself when i was talking. CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) intense thirst. it felt like i'd been hiking in the sahara desert for a month and my lungs were so dry and dehydrated. the feeling is worse than an asthma attack. trust me, i would know. asthma is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) jelly legs. standing/moshing/dancing/jumping for 2 hours makes your legs turn into jelly and you end up walking like you've just been circumsized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) stinkbomb feet. gross, yeah, but c'mon. i had socks and freaking Converses on and i was moshing for 2 hours. OF COURSE i was sweating like a hobo. i can swear on my life though that my feet have never smelt so disgustingly pungent before. oh well, there's always a first time for everything. and i'm pretty sure i've just eliminated all chances of ever getting a boyfriend after saying that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) before the concert, when i was queueing in line i was so nervous + excited that i felt an immense urge to take a shit. so i went to the toilet with Nini and took a shit. when i tried to flush, nothing happened. i panicked. a lot of people were queueing to use the toilet and there was no way in hell that i was leaving that toilet without getting rid of the evidence. i tried flushing again. it worked. OH THANK GOD!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yep, totally eliminated all chances of ever appearing attractive to boys now. BAHAHAHAHAHA! oh well. carpe diem and c'est la vie and all that shit. whatever it means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed now. i hope you enjoyed reading this post. i tried to make it amusing for you. k bye i'm going to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7440640893470672023?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7440640893470672023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7440640893470672023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7440640893470672023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7440640893470672023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/03/paramore-live-singapore-indoor-stadium.html' title='paramore live singapore indoor stadium'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/S5Q2SaCTa5I/AAAAAAAABDI/EWMIjeflOB0/s72-c/kewl+kidz(216).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-6014760598328060786</id><published>2010-03-05T19:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:06:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's evil in your heart and it wants out to play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just serenaded my brother and he didn't tell me to shut up. VICTORY! *fist pump* in fact, he sang along (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. HOLY SHEEEEEEEIT!! SUNDAY! 7 MARCH 2010!!! 8PM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.planet.com.mm/instant/photos/September08/paramore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 392px;" src="http://www.planet.com.mm/instant/photos/September08/paramore2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paramore-music.de/fotos/paramore-2009-offizielle-pressefotos/paramore-2009-pressefoto-06.jpg/image_preview"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.paramore-music.de/fotos/paramore-2009-offizielle-pressefotos/paramore-2009-pressefoto-06.jpg/image_preview" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've been waiting for this moment for FIVE MOTHAEFFING YEARS!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt; thank you thank you thank you &lt;a href="http://thenameisfaten.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nurul Fatin bte Omar&lt;/a&gt; for making this a reality. I LOVE YOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5660332888423183627-6014760598328060786?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6014760598328060786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=6014760598328060786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6014760598328060786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6014760598328060786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-evil-in-your-heart-and-it-wants.html' title='there&apos;s evil in your heart and it wants out to play'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-9030076294307233502</id><published>2010-02-21T00:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:45:47.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddup monsters! so i decided to come back to the blogosphere with a BANG! check out my new layout. it's awesome i know. *smug* pretty good for someone who hasn't been designing for like, a whole year. good LAWD i'm such a &lt;a href="http://fytrie-is-a-bad-ass-mother-fxcker.com/"&gt;BAMF&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so exams ended like two days ago. i went to celebrate by having a food fest with Fathin. yummerz. and then when i got home, i found my grandpops semi-conscious. i was like "um, why is he just sitting there looking stoned and not acknowledging me?" and then it HIT ME like a ton of bricks right smack in the gonads. hypoglycemia! (if you don't know what that is, Google it, doofus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like "oh shizz what do i do?" i'm proud to say that i handled the situation pretty calmly. i called my dad and he told me to give my grandpops some water mixed with lots and lots of honey. i only started freaking out when i couldn't find a straw. a hypoglycemic dude can't very well drink from a mug, you dipshite. (yes i knew you were thinking "WTF! STRAW?!") and then after i finally found a straw (after running around the kitchen flailing my arms like Madonna), i helped him drink the water and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; guess what sort of fiasco ensued after THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor grandpops started choking. i was yelling "NO!!! SIT UP! SIT UP!" and alternating between trying to get him into a sitting position so he wouldn't choke to death and when he didn't respond, i screamed "COUGH!! COUGH!!!!!!" i guess i must've looked like a deranged nutcase, coz he started coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it finally dawned on me. WTF ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING HERE LIKE AN IDIOT?! CALL THE AMBULANCE, FOR GOD'S SAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha anti-climax!&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/5660332888423183627-9030076294307233502?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/9030076294307233502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=9030076294307233502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/9030076294307233502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/9030076294307233502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/02/waddup-monsters-so-i-decided-to-came.html' title='shenanigans'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3290235278804561344</id><published>2010-02-19T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:10:20.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i decided to put the content warning thingy just 'cause i'm badass. accept it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cripes. i've just lost all motivation to blog. so goodbye. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....or not. we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3290235278804561344?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3290235278804561344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3290235278804561344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3290235278804561344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3290235278804561344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess who&apos;s back'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5294179770204068575</id><published>2010-02-17T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:10:51.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARLIEEEE, YOU BIT ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;note: please read this entire blog entry in a British accent. it's more amusing that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hello there, bob's barnacles!! i've abandoned you for God knows how long now and you're looking all skinny and malnourished, much like a starving baby antelope. you poor helpless ninny :( my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you jolly well know, i've been up to my armpits with revising and studying and whatnot, so yeah, cut me some slack you crazy git! geez louise. i have also been going around rejecting some lads (two lads) and (possibly) breaking their hearts and it's not even the end of february yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as someone kindly pointed out, i am a sadist. the very worst kind. i mean come ON now, margaret, i'm only 18. why in the name of george bush's bushy eyebrows would i wanna 'exclusively' go out with someone at this age? where's the sense in THAT? but ah, don't go confusing me with those nasty 'playas' out there. the difference between me and those arseholes? I don't lead people on. naw, i'm not completely heartless. gimme some credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you're a lad and you've successfully read this far, give yourself a pat on the back and don't get your knickers in a twist. what goes around comes around, right? yeah. so i got my just desserts in the form of a nasty eye infection. yep. all's fair in love and war. whatever the hell that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, have you ever sat and contemplated the true meaning of life? no? yeah me too. who has time for all that when news of Supernatural (only the BESTEST show of all time! OF ALL TIME!!) getting picked up for another season (yes, margaret, season SIX!!) just exploded all over the CW website? exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5294179770204068575?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5294179770204068575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5294179770204068575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5294179770204068575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5294179770204068575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/02/charlieeee-you-bit-me.html' title='CHARLIEEEE, YOU BIT ME!!!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-1161486175841040602</id><published>2010-01-26T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:10:55.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hey ya peepsies! yeah i know i haven't been bloggin lately (HAHAHA LIKE WHO GIVES A SHIT ANYWAY) so i'll blog right now. yay. applause applause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....okay i don't know what to blog about. maybe i'll start by what happened today? okay so, i almost died. lol kidding. i was in A LOT OF PAIN &lt;s&gt;and&lt;/s&gt; but i &lt;s&gt;almost cried&lt;/s&gt; bravely soldiered my way through thanks to my dunkin donuts who were such sweethearts. DIAN, DINAH, FATHIN &amp;amp; TINA, I LOVE YOU BABIES LIKE I LOVE MILK! xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all galloped to the national museum for a shindig with some very old mummies wrapped in brown gauze. except for Dian, coz she had a datey date ;) oh, and Natasha Shahril and Alishia Yusman joined our shindig-ing with the mummies. it was FAB! i made a few masterpieces worthy of Leo DaVinci's astounding artwork. BAHAHAHA! right. and then we went for shisha/sheesha/however you spell it at Arab Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a hot Arab guy there. oooer. so it's all goooood ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye i wanna go play some Fridge Raider. me as Angelina Jolie, obviously. check out my bee-stung lips, y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1161486175841040602?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1161486175841040602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1161486175841040602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1161486175841040602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1161486175841040602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/01/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3370654932493081733</id><published>2010-01-08T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:11:01.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>601th post, bitchesssss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i think i am slowly losing my mind. lol. my lecturer expects us to write a 3000 word essay based on this stupid question: "Do you think the media influences terrorists' acts or vice-versa?" I AM GOING BONKERS TRYING TO THINK OF WHAT TO WRITEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i swear? i feel like swearing. fuck! FUCCCCCCCCK! okay whew that feels good. hahahahaha! swearing is so therapeutic. why couldn't she have asked us to write a fictional story? that would've been chicken shite for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh so maybe THAT'S why we're not told to write fictional stuff. pffft -__- coz nothing comes easy in life and laa dee daa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you? i might become a published author soon. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! wtf. actually i don't even know if i want to get published. not this way, that's for sure. i want to write a whole bloody book and get THAT published, but sadly all i can manage right now is short depressing stories about lost love and shite. i guess people love that stuff? coz they can relate? eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like myself. lol. seeeee i told you i'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headdesks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3370654932493081733?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3370654932493081733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3370654932493081733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3370654932493081733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3370654932493081733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/01/601th-post-bitchesssss.html' title='601th post, bitchesssss!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3731854716495542724</id><published>2010-01-05T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:13:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a unicorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello all you sexy possums! and so as always i start off blogging with no idea what to blog about, because i am a winger. i believe in winging it. i think my 2010 motto is gonna be "When in doubt, wing it!" YAY CHEESEDALE CHEESE! *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so, since i can't think of anything else, imma put up a list of things that i want to do this year. obviously there are a lot of things that i wanna do lah, but these are all that i can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to go have Roti Mum's coffee buns for breakfast. (HINT HINT TO TINA! HAHAHA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uh, i wanna go restring my Fender? but i have no money! (HINT HINT TO MY DAD! LOL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and...i wanna...uh, suddenly stumble upon a million dollars while randomly walking on the sidewalk so i can finally get myself all four seasons of Supernatural on DVD. LOLZ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wanna hang out with the Hamz before he flies off back to Kangarooland in February. boo, that sucks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lastly, i wanna be DIRECTLY AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE for the Paramore concert :D then i can ask Hayley to spit on me or something, so y'know, her talent will magically rub off on me. i imagine her looking incredulously at me when i yell something moronic like "HAAAAAYLEY! SPIT ON ME! PLEASE!! SPIT AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE!" and then telling everyone in the band never to return to Singapore ever again because it is filled with mentally unstable cuckoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other terribly exciting news, i'm currently reading the last book in the Princess Diaries series. i'm already halfway through (yes i am a big nerd) (accept it and move on) and I WANT PRINCESS MIA TO GET BACK TOGETHER WITH MICHAEL! coz michael reminds me of someone and i'm biased. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....kay, i guess that's enough pointless rambling then. bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3731854716495542724?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3731854716495542724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3731854716495542724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3731854716495542724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3731854716495542724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-unicorn.html' title='i am a unicorn'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-2357968679990869614</id><published>2010-01-04T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:38:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>and just so you know, Jared Padalecki is one sexy pony! yeah, keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokie, goodbye fo realz now. byeeee! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-2357968679990869614?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2357968679990869614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=2357968679990869614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2357968679990869614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2357968679990869614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3344468029466003535</id><published>2010-01-04T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:32:04.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the horror!</title><content type='html'>i can't sleeeeeep, boooo! :( so imma blog! and tell all of youse about my exciting life full of fun and....er, excitement! okay not really. i'm a boring person who leads a boring life. and apparently someone thinks i've been slacking off when it comes to blogging. the nerve of him! just remember, tho, 2 - 1 ;) i'm still in the lead! *fist pump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, it's 2010 already and what have all of youse been up to? i dunno why i'm using the word "youse" coz i know it's not an actual word but eh, who cares. stop bein a grammar police! boo. all i know is, imma turn 19 in 2010. wtheck?! i don't wanna be 19! that's like, old and prunie! :( i don't wanna be old and prunie! can't i just stay 18 forever?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay it's really late and i need to stop worrying about getting old (OMG WRINKLES!! THE HORROR!!!) and get to sleep. i have school tomorrow =.= sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye smelly bellies. good night/morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3344468029466003535?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3344468029466003535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3344468029466003535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3344468029466003535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3344468029466003535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-horror.html' title='oh the horror!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8038943271181705091</id><published>2010-01-02T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:03:06.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;finally met up with Aaron yesterday, and our level of awesomeness just went up a million times :D we watched an episode of Supernatural in an electrical store. yep, a whole episode. standing up. without popcorn. HAHAHAHAHAHA! and i totally said the lines in sync with Dean and Sammy. i don't get called a geek for nothing, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sz9RFTcfgxI/AAAAAAAABCY/15Vr_CKKJn8/s1600-h/draft_lens4476072module32292192photo_1242152863JensenJaredCheeky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sz9RFTcfgxI/AAAAAAAABCY/15Vr_CKKJn8/s400/draft_lens4476072module32292192photo_1242152863JensenJaredCheeky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422141627938341650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron, dude, just remember that i'm TALLER than you. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! &lt;3 oh and, how's your shit? seaweedy? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding! love ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8038943271181705091?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8038943271181705091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8038943271181705091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8038943271181705091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8038943271181705091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-fight-this-feeling-reo-speedwagon.html' title='Can&apos;t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sz9RFTcfgxI/AAAAAAAABCY/15Vr_CKKJn8/s72-c/draft_lens4476072module32292192photo_1242152863JensenJaredCheeky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-3432447075511812966</id><published>2009-12-29T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:29:43.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo yo wassup? UP TOP! c'mon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holla bitchesssssssss! i know you've missed me, don't deny it ;) LOL. i haven't been blogging lately coz twitter is where it's at, baby! go and find me on there if you wanna know what i'm up to 24/7. but, y'know, don't. i'm boring :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byee&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.twitter.com/fyttie"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;eeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3432447075511812966?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3432447075511812966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3432447075511812966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3432447075511812966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3432447075511812966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-yo-wassup-up-top-cmon.html' title='yo yo wassup? UP TOP! c&apos;mon!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4331150571889932783</id><published>2009-12-24T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:43:51.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KTHXBYE!&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/5660332888423183627-4331150571889932783?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4331150571889932783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4331150571889932783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4331150571889932783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4331150571889932783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-6902671392286862544</id><published>2009-12-22T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:10:52.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one where i go rambling on like a lunatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching New Moon. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! yeah i'm a super slow noob, i know. shut up. JACOB IS SO FRIGGIN HOT OMG!! i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; when he was all "Don't get me upset!" so hot, please! *fans self* lol k fangirl moment over, i promiseeeeeee! the internet rocks coz i can watch movies for free. who cares if you're broke, right? internet = free movies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. i thought i died today in school coz it was hella boring. i was so desperate for entertainment that i listened to the ticking of my watch. and then i listened to the ticking of Fathin's watch, to compare the ticking sounds. apparently the ticking of her watch sounds nicer, coz of the bass. isn't that fascinating? i don't even know what i'm talking about. sometimes i spew absolute bollocks when i'm bored outta my mind. i'm sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......huh. i think i just had a fight with D. HAHAHAHA. this is retarded, coz i'm not even sure what happened. but it's just, y'know, it boggles my mind to think that a guy like him could actually like me despite my glaring insanity. and whenever i bring this up, he'll say something completely moronic, like "i can't believe YOU would like someone like ME!" and then we'd go back and forth dissing ourselves and then i'd tell him to shut up because he's annoying and normally he'd go "NO YOU SHUT UP! YOU'RE MORE ANNOYING!" but just now he was like "so what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; you waiting for?!" which, y'know, scared me a bit because he sounded pissed off. not pseudo-pissed off; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. WHAT? excuse me, but....WHAT?! argh! =.= yeah i know. we have an unhealthy relationship. so yeah, now i guess we're ignoring each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jayze what the hell is wrong with boys? this is precisely why i would rather stay single until i die of old age surrounded by a bunch of cats. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-6902671392286862544?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6902671392286862544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=6902671392286862544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6902671392286862544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6902671392286862544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-where-i-go-on-rambling-like-lunatic.html' title='the one where i go rambling on like a lunatic'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-827450506725424734</id><published>2009-12-21T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:35:14.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna go see paramore next year! Tina just bought the tickets at sistic. i can't believe i'm actually gonna see them live. i've been waiting for this for YEAAAARS! :D huge THANK YOU to Aaron for making this possible. I LOVE YOU, BABY!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-827450506725424734?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/827450506725424734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=827450506725424734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/827450506725424734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/827450506725424734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheeeeeee.html' title='wheeeeeee!!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8051095432751857190</id><published>2009-12-18T12:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:42:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one with the twilight song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i wrote a song. and i'll post it on here soon....when i can be arsed to sit down and record it lol. it's just a joke thing, don't take it seriously. especially if you're on Team Edward. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I really don't like Twilight&lt;br /&gt;coz the movie kind of sucks&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to watch New Moon&lt;br /&gt;but I heard that Jacob takes his shirt off in it&lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Mmm!&lt;br /&gt;A-woooo!&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest....&lt;br /&gt;Jacob kinda looks retarded&lt;br /&gt;with his stupid hippie long hair&lt;br /&gt;but after he got his haircut&lt;br /&gt;he looked so hot my eyes caught fire&lt;br /&gt;Edward should just die&lt;br /&gt;he's so damn emo it pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;Bella should've drowned&lt;br /&gt;but dammit Jacob rescued her&lt;br /&gt;Love or hate Twilight&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really matter you just can't escape it&lt;br /&gt;A word of advice&lt;br /&gt;if you're on Team Edward go kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;Nah I'm just kidding&lt;br /&gt;.....okay not really&lt;br /&gt;Woo Jacob! I'm on Team Jacob baby!&lt;br /&gt;Eww Edward&lt;br /&gt;only losers are on Team Edward&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom can sometimes be kinda productive. haaaaaahahahaha&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/5660332888423183627-8051095432751857190?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8051095432751857190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8051095432751857190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8051095432751857190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8051095432751857190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/so.html' title='the one with the twilight song'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4037485478342554866</id><published>2009-12-15T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:47:59.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GIDDY AUNT!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! OH SANTA'S BRIGHT RED TROUSERS!!!!!!!! I NEED TO BREATHE IN AND BREATHE OUT! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARAMORE IS COMING TO SINGAPORE! TO PERFORM! NEXT YEAR! I AM SO GOING TO STARVE MYSELF AND SAVE UP FOR THE CONCERT WHICH I WILL ATTEND NO MATTER WHAT GODDAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! I CAN FLING MY KNICKERS IN THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF ZAC FARRO AND HOPE IT LANDS RIGHT ON TOP OF HIS HEAD (JACKPOT!!!!) AND THEN WHEN HE LOOKS UP, ALL CUTE AND STARTLED, I WILL PROPOSE TO HIM WITH A SPECIALLY MADE BANNER THAT READS: "HEY ZAC! PLEASE MARRY ME, YOU SEXY BEAST, YOU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, HE CAN'T REFUSE NOW CAN HE? WHO THE HELL REFUSES A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL FROM A FAN?! A STUPID MOFO, THAT'S WHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'M GONNA RUN AROUND IN CIRCLES TO GET RID OF ALL THESE EXCITEDNESS, LEST I PEE IN MY PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4037485478342554866?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4037485478342554866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4037485478342554866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4037485478342554866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4037485478342554866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3987656753738335366</id><published>2009-12-11T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:24:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so contagious - acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shafik, you are going to DIE. Very soon. A slow and painful death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear D, thank you for the awesome not-date. Sorry I looked like a hobo, because SOMEONE (coughSHAFcough) tricked me and I didn't think to get all dolled up before heading out. I mean, psht, when have I ever tried making myself look semi-human when I'm meeting Shaf? HAHAHA. Well anyways. Thanks for not running away and screaming in horror when you saw me just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tina, I hope you've gotten better. I was a lonely soul in school just now. Thank God for Fathin and Dian, though. The after school chomping session at McHutan was fudging great. Thanks for the lolz, Chong! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(why am i blogging with proper capitals and stuff? weiiiird.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, HAPPY MEALS COME WITH SUCKY TOYS!!!! Fudge you, Avatar!! *throws tantrum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, final lastly! I'M BAKING COOKIES TOMORROW! Go me!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3987656753738335366?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3987656753738335366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3987656753738335366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3987656753738335366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3987656753738335366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-contagious-acceptance.html' title='so contagious - acceptance'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8760786970210925736</id><published>2009-12-10T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:52:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's coming home tomorrow :D to be honest i actually miss him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am awesome because i FINALLY figured out the WHOLE intro of Paramore's live Emergency RIOT! performance. i am so awesome i have talent pouring outta my musically inclined ears. LOL! naaaaaw, actually i don't even know if my version is 100% like how Hayley plays it. i had to improvise on some parts, coz i suck. Tina, teach me how to read music please! i downloaded you-know-what (no, not porn) for you already. YOU OWE ME, NIGGZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i officially shut up though, let me just thank Danish for putting up with my &lt;s&gt;lame assery&lt;/s&gt; pure hilarity almost every night. you said so yourself, D. "This is practice for marriage." HAHAHAHAHA! as if i wanna marry you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8760786970210925736?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8760786970210925736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8760786970210925736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8760786970210925736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8760786970210925736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3514862967744926176</id><published>2009-12-08T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:19:14.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah uh huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved today. TWAS BLOODEH AWESOME! coz i skipped schoolie moolie, tee hee. *farts with glee* thanks for the laughs, baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye salamanders me wantsta go play Fridge Raider! Hungry. Unghh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3514862967744926176?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3514862967744926176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3514862967744926176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3514862967744926176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3514862967744926176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-uh-huh.html' title='yeah uh huh'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-282686289499924963</id><published>2009-12-08T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:27:05.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me could write a bad romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;webcamming with D right now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;u look smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks. you look funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;no i look cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;PAHLEEEZ! everybody knows i'm cuterer.&lt;br /&gt;*smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;ape je&lt;br /&gt;muke celeng hardkore seh u&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;aper je! you ar seleng! hardcore pun tak tau spell.&lt;br /&gt;with a C ok, little girrrrrrl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;NGEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG DO THAT FACE AGAIN! SO CUTE SIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;ass lah u!&lt;br /&gt;da ar, i don't wanna webcam with u anymore&lt;br /&gt;samdol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAMN I SHOULDVE SCREENCAPPED IT! YOU PUNYER EPIC FACE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA CUTE SIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;what?? i said it was cute what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;gd nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;no gdnite kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;go fug urself&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;K AH BYE AH TK NK FRIEND AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;ok ok&lt;br /&gt;i want ur ugly i want ur disease&lt;br /&gt;rah rah ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D     /mulaaaaaan! says:&lt;br /&gt;you mrepek sia you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha retarD. that should be his nickname from now on. LOL. oooh look! it's Jared Padasexy! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sx04861_kdI/AAAAAAAABCQ/oViYxrAubk8/s1600-h/jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sx04861_kdI/AAAAAAAABCQ/oViYxrAubk8/s400/jared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412544946408231378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss Aaron! when can we meet again, my sexy? let's make stupid videos the next time we hang out, yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-282686289499924963?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/282686289499924963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=282686289499924963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/282686289499924963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/282686289499924963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-and-me-could-write-bad-romance.html' title='you and me could write a bad romance'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sx04861_kdI/AAAAAAAABCQ/oViYxrAubk8/s72-c/jared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-2945849864909746114</id><published>2009-12-03T01:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:22:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna fall in love but you make it hard for me not to. and i think i've just fallen so hard;  fallen face first into a pile of cheesy shizz called love that my Free Willy-sized ego is now bruised. and you know what? i'm ALLERGIC to cheese. no, really. if i eat cheese i'll have to get a few plastic bags ready coz imma fo sho puke my guts out. haha yeah okay too much info i know, sorrrrrrrry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is an icky word. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an awesome after school sexytime with my girls &lt;s&gt;today/&lt;/s&gt;yesterday, haha. we should make a band, man. Tina can play the trumpet, Thin can play the sax, Alishia can play the violin, Dinah'll be singing, Dian can play the guitar and I'll.....uh, play the triangle. Or the glockenspiel, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other (non) exciting news, i'm in the process of writing a song. which i might post on here. for your listening &lt;s&gt;pleasure&lt;/s&gt; torture. or maybe i'll post it up somewhere random on the internet so you guys won't ever find it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, be sure to check back ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i have decided that my Fender is a girl but i haven't yet found a name for her. i dunno. i might change my mind and decide that she's actually a boy after all. in which case, then she'll be called Gerard. hahahaha Mikey and Gerard. i'm so nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-2945849864909746114?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2945849864909746114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=2945849864909746114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2945849864909746114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2945849864909746114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-want-to-get-jiggy-with-you.html' title='sup?'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3170775223473115504</id><published>2009-11-30T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:54:23.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i will - teddy geiger</title><content type='html'>and therefore i have come to the conclusion that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) i am absolutely retarded when it comes to tuning my guitar or&lt;br /&gt;B) the thing's so old that i gotta go and restring it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......i think i'm gonna go with B. hahahahahaha! it wasn't so hard for me to tune Tina's guitar, so i'm gonna go with B and say that my Fender is old and needs new strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other unrelated news, i am kinda depressed. something awesome is happening on December 18 and i can't go coz THE THING IS HAPPENING IN SAN FRANCISCO!!! *wails* and to think that i can actually afford to go (if it's held in Singapore lah). LIFE SUCKS!!!!!! *kicks random senior citizen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah i'm talking about Gabe's One Night Only concert. ONE NIGHT ONLY OMFG THIS SUCKS EVEN MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxPOK6uHGOI/AAAAAAAABCI/eQHDDksVzos/s1600/GB-Flyer-Composite.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxPOK6uHGOI/AAAAAAAABCI/eQHDDksVzos/s400/GB-Flyer-Composite.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409894264358770914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe come to Singaporeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye i wanna go sit in a corner and &lt;s&gt;slit my wrists&lt;/s&gt; be all emo -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3170775223473115504?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3170775223473115504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3170775223473115504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3170775223473115504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3170775223473115504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-you-i-will-teddy-geiger.html' title='for you i will - teddy geiger'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxPOK6uHGOI/AAAAAAAABCI/eQHDDksVzos/s72-c/GB-Flyer-Composite.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-6405297102987876174</id><published>2009-11-30T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:22:20.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxM6FSFkxeI/AAAAAAAABB4/bjKIoyBiFGE/s1600/Snapshot+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxM6FSFkxeI/AAAAAAAABB4/bjKIoyBiFGE/s400/Snapshot+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409731439831074274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxM6E6wfrsI/AAAAAAAABBo/KCZ4VnKtbN0/s1600/Snapshot+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxM6E6wfrsI/AAAAAAAABBo/KCZ4VnKtbN0/s400/Snapshot+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409731433568644802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/5660332888423183627-6405297102987876174?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6405297102987876174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=6405297102987876174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6405297102987876174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6405297102987876174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SxM6FSFkxeI/AAAAAAAABB4/bjKIoyBiFGE/s72-c/Snapshot+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-6644394697692140902</id><published>2009-11-29T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:04:02.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO HAPPY I THINK I'M FLYING LOLOLOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was lying on my bed randomly playing some &lt;s&gt;sick&lt;/s&gt; tunes on Tina's guitar Ryan Sisky when I heard the front door open and the sound of my dad's voice. i was like "OMG HE'S HOME!" (he went to indonesia on thursday) and then my heart started beating like mad coz, y'know, i asked him to buy me a guitar (read my previous entry, you egghead) (lol) but then this voice in my head went, "yeah don't get your hopes up. he probably had no time to get you one." so then i tentatively went to the hall and OMG THERE WAS A BLUE YAMAHA GUITAR BAG AMONGST HIS LUGGAGE AND SHIZZ AND OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG *SPASMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i unzipped the bag and held the gorgeousest thing in my hands and i was barely breathing when i looked at it and OMG IT'S A FENDER!!!! an acoustic fender holy shizz i feel like it's christmas and Santa's just rewarded me big time even tho i don't celebrate xmas and duh Santa doesn't exist. LOL. i'm not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course momsy was all "YOU BOUGHT HER A NEW GUITAR WITHOUT TELLING ME FIRST?! SHE'S ALREADY GOT ONE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dadster was like, "psht! i didn't buy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN BETTER! a vintage acoustic fender! FREE SOMEMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must've been a really good girl this year to deserve this. seriously. oh man. life is good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-6644394697692140902?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6644394697692140902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=6644394697692140902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6644394697692140902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6644394697692140902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-happy-i-think-im-flying-lololol.html' title='I AM SO HAPPY I THINK I&apos;M FLYING LOLOLOL'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8863493185117191750</id><published>2009-11-26T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:30:17.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the wrong words seem to rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally stopped being a lazybum and learned Collide by Howie Day on the guitar. LOL. speaking of guitars, i want a new one. but if i just go and restring Mikey then i don't have to spend so much moolah on a new guitar. hmmmm. BUT I WANT A NEW ONE! i can't make up my mind omg *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!!! I KNOW!! the daddy-oh is in Jakarta now so maybe i can ask him to buy me a guitar from there? things over there are SO much cheaper. okay i think that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh wait. now have to pick what colour. get another black one? or a white one? OR BLACK AND RED?! omg sexy. pffft like he'll agree to it. he's probably gonna be all, "but you already HAVE a guitar, you mangkok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE I SHOULD ASK FOR AN UKULELE??? coz those things are hella cute and awesome shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i can't decide!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8863493185117191750?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8863493185117191750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8863493185117191750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8863493185117191750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8863493185117191750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-finally-stopped-being-lazybum-and.html' title='all the wrong words seem to rhyme'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4352667643698558809</id><published>2009-11-25T22:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:29:06.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit my arm hairs are standing on end after reading my brother's blog. WTF HE IS SO GAY, MAN! now i know why i'm not the romantic type: HE got all the romantic genes and left me with nothing. not that i care anyways. lovey-dovey stuff creeps me out. i mean it's okay to be retardedly romantic and mushy with your special someone but it's only okay if it's just the two of you and for  the love of pie&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PLEASE DO NOT DO IT IN PUBLIC! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; like professing your undying love on your blog for everyone to read. it's creepy and i'm easily creeped out. LOL if he reads this he's gonna kick my A to Mongolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay maybe i'm just bias coz he's my brother and i'm supposed to be a &lt;s&gt;dick&lt;/s&gt; jerk towards him. it is my responsibility as his younger sister to abuse and make fun of him on a regular basis. yep, just doing my job. you can thank me later, bro ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg have i ever committed the crime of publicly expressing my love for someone on my blog before?! *panics* if i have and you read it and it creeped you out, then i'm really sorry. I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID BACK THEN! i didn't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this brings me to a conversation i had a long time ago with one of my exes, who claimed that i'm not an affectionate person. BOLLOCKS! i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; affectionate, it's just that i do it in a really covert, underhanded sort of way that mere humans are unable to detect with their naked eyes. (yep i just typed a whole lotta crap lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k examples of me being affectionate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;poking your babat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stroking your arm hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing with your hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smacking your bum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinching your bum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;proclaming love for your bum (yes Dinah i love your bum it's fantastic!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to see what colour underwear you have on (hahahahaha poor Fathin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calling you smelly (Tina is always smelly to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;patting your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;punching you in the face&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;punching your arm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;randomly glomping you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?! i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; affectionate, dammit. i'm just mizunderst00d. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://othersidedmusic.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/mongolia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 345px;" src="http://othersidedmusic.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/mongolia1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet my friend Bat-Amgalan and his pet bird. they are Mongolians. no seriously, Bat-Amgalan is a Mongolian name. i googled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4352667643698558809?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4352667643698558809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4352667643698558809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4352667643698558809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4352667643698558809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5061856476643721049</id><published>2009-11-24T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:11:08.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning: extremely random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what the hell to blog about, so imma just type anything that comes to mind. alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAAAAAWTY'S LIKE A MELODY IN MY HEAD THAT I CAN'T KEEP OUT GOT ME SINGIN LIKE NA NA NA NA EVERYDAAAAAAAY IT'S LIKE MY IPOD'S STUCK ON REPLAY, REPLAY! i've been singin Replay in my sexy man voice in school but the girls all think i sound like a bapok kedi =( especially TINA. setan kau! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm wooooooo i just watched Paramore's Brick By Boring Brick video. Hayley is gawjus as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was a starving ravenous lunatic coz i skipped breakfast and only had Pocky to curb the tummy growls. (lol Pocky reminds me of my infamous phrase "It's like sex on a stick!")  so after school me and the niggz went to Lot 1 for some finger lickin good fried chicken mmmmm yummeh :D something hilarious happened, tho. we were both dying for some two piece chicken meal but were short of 20 cents (we are shitassed broke btw) and i was panicking like the fool that i am, but Tina handled it quite well methinks. we were both digging around in our jeans for extra change when suddenly i dug out a fifty cent coin from the depths of my wallet. i've never been so happy to see a fifty cent coin before in all my life. seriously. and then we glomped some chicken like hungry wildebeests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i watched Supernatural season 5 ep 10 and i NEARLY cried coz it was goddamn sad and heartbreaking and uh, i didn't cry. really. coz i'm macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell a mosquito just bit me -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__|__ take that, you stupid little piece of shit!! useless bloodsucker! EFF YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratches arm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yeah! D wanted to pick me up from school since he's got "no life" (his words, not mine) but i was like "Naaaaaaaaaw i don't want you to see me after school all retarded and oily." but he was all "excuses!!!" so i think imma need some better lines to distract him from picking me up, coz i'm so not looking forward to deal with people making embarrassing couple jokes. i will punch you in the nose if you do. just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my little brother's all grown up now. he's now WAAAAAAAAAY taller than me, it's retarded. can't wait to smuggle him into school TEE HEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared Padalecki is ridiculously sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5061856476643721049?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5061856476643721049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5061856476643721049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5061856476643721049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5061856476643721049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/warning-extremely-random-post.html' title='warning: extremely random post'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7511668022983092231</id><published>2009-11-18T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:43:38.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LURVE IS IN THE AYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sang a duet of A Whole New World with my future boyfriend. HEHEHEHEHEHE. we sound daaaaaaaamn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye! &lt;3&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/5660332888423183627-7511668022983092231?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7511668022983092231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7511668022983092231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7511668022983092231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7511668022983092231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/lurve-is-in-ayer.html' title='LURVE IS IN THE AYER'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7579286558557312468</id><published>2009-11-16T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:53:02.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so nerdy i finished studying for TDMC at 4pm today. and i just realized that TDMC can also stand for The Donut Mafia Clan. i just got red carded and it sucks because period pain is not something enjoyable and fun. I WANT SEAWEED!!!! k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7579286558557312468?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7579286558557312468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7579286558557312468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7579286558557312468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7579286558557312468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-6868664782781760492</id><published>2009-11-14T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:22:21.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surf naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sv66jPX8A0I/AAAAAAAABBg/S4aZi5w2yOg/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sv66jPX8A0I/AAAAAAAABBg/S4aZi5w2yOg/s400/bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403961717476295490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coz flippin the bird's kinda my trademark, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Ten Inch Hero. I watched a grand total of five movies STRAIGHT today, and my butt be crampin up big time, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait why am i typing in capitals and proper punctuation and stuff? okay kids, i be needing a shower and some food, and then i be hitting the books like a good old nerd. straight As, man. we gotta have a goal in life, dude. am i right or am i right? in my case, my goal is to be your stereotypical super brain Asian, complete with thick glasses and straight As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HaR-XEG47k/SJFw847byfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/RI8_6csk1i8/s400/stereotypical-asian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9HaR-XEG47k/SJFw847byfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/RI8_6csk1i8/s400/stereotypical-asian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cept he be needin some thick glasses to complete his nerdy image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously i look better than Mr Bowl Haircut. oh look at me, being all biased against Asians with retarded haircuts. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i did there? i included some info from my knowledge of Social Behavioural Studies. whoever says i memorize stuff blindly don't know shit. i be provin ya'll wrong! booya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, peace out and major lovin to ya'll sexy things ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5660332888423183627-6868664782781760492?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/6868664782781760492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=6868664782781760492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6868664782781760492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/6868664782781760492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/surf-naked.html' title='surf naked'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sv66jPX8A0I/AAAAAAAABBg/S4aZi5w2yOg/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-3103270976906689344</id><published>2009-11-13T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:19:29.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you drink H20, you get random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST MADE A TWITTER ACCOUNT LOL. GO STALK ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/shameless self-promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so, life's been great and i've never been more happier. if you even for one second believed that sentence then you, my friend, evolved from monkeys. i mean pffft, everyone knows Darwin is a shit philosopher. i mean seriously. apes? YOU NEED TO BE MORE ORIGINAL THAN THAT, MAN! maybe we evolved from WHALES! or even KANGAROOS! i mean, we can swim and hop around right? the possibilities are endless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hyper, if you can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two exams down, two more to go. i have been studying like a major nerd these past few days and the amount of &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt; knowledge i've absorbed into my brain is amazing. all thanks to Brand's Essence of Chicken. even though that thing tastes like expired boogers, it helps me stay awake and alert long enough to cram information into my brain. i hope i can get straight As. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring. it's not really raining, i just felt like saying that. but the old man is really snoring, btw. HOLLA, GRANDPOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooh before i forget, HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY DINAH MY HOMIE! i am a big fan of your tight arse, baby. ;) hopes you laikes your birthday surprise present! i know you love it (coz you cried just now LOL) (okay okay your eyes got watery coz of the dust flying around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye kittykats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3103270976906689344?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3103270976906689344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3103270976906689344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3103270976906689344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3103270976906689344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-drink-h20-you-get-random.html' title='when you drink H20, you get random'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5167252010024198401</id><published>2009-11-08T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:43:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got a pretty son, bertha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got signed by Universal Records and i'm about to release 3 singles soon. the money is pouring in and i am living the life, man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........only in Guitar Hero III: Backstage Pass, that is. LOL. okay bye i need to go stuff my face with food and then buckle up for some major nerding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO INFINITY, AND BEYOND!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah just felt like saying that. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5167252010024198401?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5167252010024198401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5167252010024198401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5167252010024198401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5167252010024198401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/youve-got-pretty-son.html' title='you&apos;ve got a pretty son, bertha.'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-1805045861975546221</id><published>2009-11-05T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:39:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>houston, we've got a problem</title><content type='html'>aye am layzee to stardy hehehe beecaouz aye wan to sleap beecaouz eet ees raineeng wheee :D oh look they've uploaded more episodes of Wizards on youtube!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....sheeze i need to stop procrastinating -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1805045861975546221?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1805045861975546221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1805045861975546221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1805045861975546221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1805045861975546221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-rain-on-my-parade.html' title='houston, we&apos;ve got a problem'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-3079355781938675592</id><published>2009-11-02T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:45:51.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pffft</title><content type='html'>If you don't know what happened, then don't make assumptions. If you don't know SQUAT, then shut the hell up. It is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better to keep your mouth shut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and  appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf do you expect when it's only TWO people doing the whole filming, script writing and editing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for pissing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-3079355781938675592?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/3079355781938675592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=3079355781938675592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3079355781938675592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/3079355781938675592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/11/pffft.html' title='pffft'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8229568429531012815</id><published>2009-11-01T14:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:06:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's confession time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do you notice first when you see a guy?" and you know what i said? i said "that's easy. his eyes." and you know what else? I LIED. the truth is, the first thing i notice about a guy is.....well, his rear end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a butt kinda gal. it's the ass that does it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYfkAbggS7M&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/AYfkAbggS7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Banana knows this about me. LOL. and it gives me great pleasure to have accidentally stumbled upon this gem of a website. &lt;a href="http://www.jaredpadaleckisass.com/"&gt;CLICKY&lt;/a&gt;! you gotta check it out, man! i swear it's worth the major LULZ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jared has the most ripped butt muscles I have ever encountered. I poked them in sheer awe. He must be doing more butt crunches than humanly possible. No joke. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;- Samantha Ferris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing is BULLETPROOF.&lt;br /&gt;- Traci Dinwiddie&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from the site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to be able to pinch Mr Padalecki's ass! yeah i'm sick in the mind but i don't care LULZ. ok i'm off for some more Jared butt-slappage :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE&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/5660332888423183627-8229568429531012815?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8229568429531012815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-6447757885291982797</id><published>2009-10-29T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:01:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all learn to make mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i made a cover of Paramore's Misguided Ghosts just coz that's the only song off their new album i can sing without ruining my lungs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i post it on here? the guitar sounds mega retarded tho -__- and i forgot the lyrics halfway through hahahaha okay bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-6447757885291982797?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-7716468733707957333</id><published>2009-10-29T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:53:16.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've never been happier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep with a big goofy smile on my face last night :) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not a dream anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's worth fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7716468733707957333?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-936033855104036134</id><published>2009-10-27T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:20:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hi etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's retarded how you still don't get my hints. wols sia you -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funbumperstickers.com/images/Gary_the_snail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.funbumperstickers.com/images/Gary_the_snail.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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etc'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4639284897758939842</id><published>2009-10-26T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:28:45.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carry on my wayward son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahxz! was late to school today (typical) and then when Dian told me that we had to do our presentation today instead of tomorrow, i galloped to the loo and puked my guts out. nice -__- so the presentation went well. twas alright i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of my day was when Tina excitedly opened up her birthday present. heh. ke to the kek ar lu, niggz. i like :D and and and also the retarded walking after school. "will you guys still be friends with me if i walked like this?" i'm retarded lulz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye i wanna go take a bus to Snoozeland. ciao kiyutie paiiiis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4639284897758939842?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4639284897758939842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4639284897758939842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4639284897758939842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4639284897758939842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/carry-on-my-wayward-son.html' title='carry on my wayward son'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-6646939854503220041</id><published>2009-10-25T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:25:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where the lines overlap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be doing my report for Jai's class, but i'm taking a short break coz my head's pounding like boom boom pow. caught a fever due to the heavy rain just now. i really shoulda brought an umbrella with me, man. but umbrella tak macho ar, babe. ella ella eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah before i start rambling about stupid things, let me just give a shoutout to my nigga. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY, TONO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hope you had an awesome day with *cough* your brotherlurp *cough* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for God's sake, please don't make a straight face tomorrow when you open my present. I CAUGHT A FEVER FOR YOU! you better make an excited face k. must fart with excitement all :D don't let me down, man. FART WITH JOY! let it all out. must be loud and proud. whoa that rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, while i was stuffing my face just now my brother unexpectedly popped out from behind the fridge and poked me in the tummy. i was like "OI!" and then he giggled like a freak and said "eeeeeee kau da gemok!" then he pinched my upper arm and was like, "see! FLABBY!!" the weirdest thing was, my mom frowned at my supposedly flabby arm and then she AGREED! after i finished eating i checked myself out in front of my full length mirror and holy sheeze, for once in his life my brother is right. MY ARMS ARE FLABBY! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................yesssssss finally! i am no longer a twig! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone sign up to be my trainer? i need to gain another 5kg and then i can die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i got BRAND NEW EYES today yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6800000/Brand-New-Eyes-paramore-6866084-600-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 480px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6800000/Brand-New-Eyes-paramore-6866084-600-600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah, eargasm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-6646939854503220041?l=starfighter-pilot.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-5660332888423183627.post-341744310162161524</id><published>2009-10-22T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:00:24.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess now everyone thinks i've got ADD thanks to my previous post. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thanks for an awesome night tonight, Tina. i love glomping sushi and having heart to hearts with you. i mean, i'm not the sort to spill out my guts, but i'm learning not to bottle up my feelings anymore. actually it's kinda awesome to have word vomit :D i'm listening to I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys LOLZ wth okay end of word vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am i your fire? your one desire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me whyyyyyyyyy! ain't nothin but a heartache! tell me why!! i never wanna hear you saaaaaaay! that i want it that way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright shutting up now. on to serious bizznazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest Nur Abyatina Balqis, thank you for being an awesome nigga. thank you for putting up with my lame assery. thank you for understanding my slacker tendencies. thank you for sharing your bed with me. okay that sounded wrong. thank you for LOL-ing with me. thank you for farting in my face that one time when we were Toys R Us employees of the month (macam paham). thank you for belanja-ing me makan when i am bankrupt. thank you for physically abusing me. thank you for loving me enough to defend me when others were picking on me. i'd do the same for you, nigga. you know that. for you, a thousand times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooooooooooot SENTOSA with the Donuts tomorrow! i think i'll be up all night excited-ing in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. sentosa got sharks not? i scared i'll get eaten if i swim in the sea. okay not bloody likely, since i'm not gonna swim anyways pffft. aku basahkan bawah je ar, atas tk payah. kay that sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-341744310162161524?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/341744310162161524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=341744310162161524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mcflurr.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/mcflurr.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=animation2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/animation2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't i, didn't i, didn't i see you cryin?&lt;/span&gt; ridiculously catchy song, ya'll :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my mcflurry partner like asdfghjklmnbvcxz =( but he's coming to Singapore in Dec so YAY LET THE EXCITED-ING BEGIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually i'm a scared octopus right now because i've still got my lines to memorize for tomorrow's 10 minute skit. i'm supposed to be the doctor (no i didn't get to choose the part i'm playing) (damn) but i ain't complaining coz I ONLY GOT LIKE THREE &lt;s&gt;MEASLY&lt;/s&gt; LINES TO MEMORIZE AHAHAHAHAHAHA SUCKS TO BE YOU, TINA! mwehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm tyler hilton has a mighty sexy voice nomz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/random fangirl moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye bye kiuty pais the doctor needs to memorize some lines k TOODLY-DOO! *waves* oh no no wait! lookie here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=carrotz.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/carrotz.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=crash-and-burn.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/crash-and-burn.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't have ADD/ADHD i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=carban7.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/carban7.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=carban11.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp80/fytteh_carrotteh/carban11.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RANDOM SHIZZ! i noes u laikes it ;) okay toodly-doo for realz yo ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5660332888423183627-5669133149320926514?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5669133149320926514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5669133149320926514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5669133149320926514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5669133149320926514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheap-trick-i-want-you-to-want-me.html' title='Cheap Trick - I Want You To Want Me'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8472715001185569456</id><published>2009-10-18T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:43:38.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vos is boss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i see your face in everything i do&lt;br /&gt;you've got me holding on it's true&lt;br /&gt;a single thread connecting me to you&lt;br /&gt;a bond so unbreakable, who knew&lt;br /&gt;i'd be falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz baby i've fallen in too deep&lt;br /&gt;and i can never find myself again&lt;br /&gt;this grave i've laid myself in&lt;br /&gt;can't find the strength to crawl back out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting harder day by day&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep pretending anymore&lt;br /&gt;it's you that i want, you that i need&lt;br /&gt;but you see right through me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where's my guitarrrrrrr? just need to throw in some chords and a few more lyrics and then BAM! our very own song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loves you baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8472715001185569456?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8472715001185569456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8472715001185569456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/u0q2LZ4DUpjsai7vvmS1fxqXo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 336px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/u0q2LZ4DUpjsai7vvmS1fxqXo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/NVoOjLbp8q5mn8u8eHUnlw6Do1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/NVoOjLbp8q5mn8u8eHUnlw6Do1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://21.media.tumblr.com/7mrjcu2Dvq2yyks7mNwLKbFMo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 252px;" src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/7mrjcu2Dvq2yyks7mNwLKbFMo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://14.media.tumblr.com/a34387Mppqi897uyriIbYbHro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 263px;" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/a34387Mppqi897uyriIbYbHro1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_koy34oX2dE1qzsjk6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_koy34oX2dE1qzsjk6o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqgebmRDAp1qzbg3qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 284px;" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqgebmRDAp1qzbg3qo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp1vzblSKM1qzmoxbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 354px;" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kp1vzblSKM1qzmoxbo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr4qrrDAgH1qzate4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 460px;" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr4qrrDAgH1qzate4o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr69kyW9ho1qzifddo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 313px;" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr69kyW9ho1qzifddo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krmhdac8Br1qz7k5jo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krmhdac8Br1qz7k5jo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;watchin' The Lion King right now. i've got the tissues all ready in case &lt;s&gt;i cry&lt;/s&gt; my allergies decide to act up again, ya know? yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/GOnp0oOdaoyfsna8FpA5MTCVo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/GOnp0oOdaoyfsna8FpA5MTCVo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwww mad cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5755740317778362869?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5755740317778362869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5755740317778362869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5755740317778362869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5755740317778362869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/rawr.html' title='rawr'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7927877454488823546</id><published>2009-10-18T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:04:53.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so stop lying to yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kro9lbOLBx1qzwbl5o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kro9lbOLBx1qzwbl5o1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7927877454488823546?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7927877454488823546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-7599263938772176592</id><published>2009-10-17T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:13:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>care for some tea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found a website full of supernatural season 4 videos and i am a happy hibiscus! sammy is all evil now (and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; hot hehehehe) coz he's slurping demon blood and dean is all disappointed (and hot). tsk tsk tsk, bad sammy! makes me wanna spank his tight perty bums for going over to the dark side LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why's the video taking so long to load damn it?! load faster before i go all rabid octopus on you, DivX! oooh yay it's loading again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm i'm hungry. okay bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7599263938772176592?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7599263938772176592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7599263938772176592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7599263938772176592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7599263938772176592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/care-for-some-tea.html' title='care for some tea?'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8110738940618359995</id><published>2009-10-16T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:04:43.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sabreee says (11:02 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hey about me pulling u into my band, if u got any problems along the way or u dont like this band thing, u tell me ok?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god he's such a nice guy.&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/5660332888423183627-8110738940618359995?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8110738940618359995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8110738940618359995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8110738940618359995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8110738940618359995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8069237271422845533</id><published>2009-10-16T20:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:34:05.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch my eyebrows as they go up and down and up and down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there are times when i wish i was born with a pen instead of a vag, and today just happens to be one of those times. period pain is the grandmother of all beeyotches. &lt;s&gt;i am embarrassed to admit this, but to hell with embarrassment! i actually cried just now because i couldn't tahan the pain.&lt;/s&gt; naw, psh! of course i didn't cry. duh. on the bright side tho i got to skip school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the afternoon video-calling Aaron on msn. i miss you crazily madly deeply; come join me in the middle of ecstasy! LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Haidhir popped out from under a bush and informed me with glee that he'd bought himself a webcam. and i said "good for you!" and then he made me view his webcam -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SthxtnptzeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/eQYKekemr3U/s1600-h/gile3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SthxtnptzeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/eQYKekemr3U/s400/gile3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393185582328172002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sthxtan9D6I/AAAAAAAABBI/_hYm_F7J0I4/s1600-h/gile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sthxtan9D6I/AAAAAAAABBI/_hYm_F7J0I4/s400/gile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393185578831122338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remind me never to sleep in the same room as this seemingly innocent bespectacled guy ever again. i didn't get a wink of sleep that crazy night, thanks to his &lt;s&gt;amusing&lt;/s&gt; rendition of Paramore's Pressure. "I can feeeeeel the pressiuuuuureee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh dude, let's go watch Jennifer's Body when it comes out yeah? your treat ar kay, since your raya money pwns mine by a hundred bucks you lucky son of a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes Aizat, i'm in a band. unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sth03UGgT8I/AAAAAAAABBY/98yje2C1MC8/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/Sth03UGgT8I/AAAAAAAABBY/98yje2C1MC8/s400/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393189047413788610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna quit tho. why? coz singapore is the smallest freaking country in the world ever. let's just say that i had a history with one of the dudes in the band a long time ago and taa daa, suddenly we're now in the same band. why hello there, awkwardness! -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, what else? oh yeah. my suspicions were right! goddamn i am so psychic it's freaky. LOL. i find it extremely hilarious when people make the wildest assumptions after reading my blog. but just specially FYI, i'm single ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8069237271422845533?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8069237271422845533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8069237271422845533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8069237271422845533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8069237271422845533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-your-son-to-grow-pair.html' title='watch my eyebrows as they go up and down and up and down'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/SthxtnptzeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/eQYKekemr3U/s72-c/gile3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-2437657188029020228</id><published>2009-10-16T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:47:08.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/StgInTqiyBI/AAAAAAAABBA/0wBOLvysijM/s1600-h/DSC01446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vIg-5xO6k7k/StgInTqiyBI/AAAAAAAABBA/0wBOLvysijM/s400/DSC01446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393070025162803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this in a book. how cool? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5660332888423183627-2437657188029020228?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2437657188029020228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=2437657188029020228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2437657188029020228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2437657188029020228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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/_vIg-5xO6k7k/StgInTqiyBI/AAAAAAAABBA/0wBOLvysijM/s72-c/DSC01446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660332888423183627.post-1447971823433972613</id><published>2009-10-13T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:08:24.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move on, man. i ain't got no title for this post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah poop. I feel like tearing my eyeballs out because I don't bloody wanna be in a band! And I don't bloody remember saying YES to being a member of a band! Oh my god what have I gotten myself into?? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously I need to stop talking with a British accent in my head because it's got me wanting a cuppa tea. LOL WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;sabreee&gt;Sabree says (10:53 PM):&lt;br /&gt;okay i think the schedule cam banyak benda eh&lt;br /&gt;but chill&lt;br /&gt;Milk says (10:53 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sabreee&gt; Sabree says (10:53 PM):&lt;br /&gt;we r okay with ure decisions&lt;br /&gt;Milk says (10:53 PM):&lt;br /&gt;how u knw im freaking out reading all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sabreee&gt; Sabree says (10:53 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yupp&lt;br /&gt;tahu sangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sabreee&gt; Sabree says (10:54 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i know u still nervous and im worried about that&lt;br /&gt;Milk says (10:54 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;yes i am freaking out like a spaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sabreee&gt;&lt;/sabreee&gt;&lt;/sabreee&gt;&lt;/sabreee&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! NOW I FEEL BAD BECAUSE HE'S SO NICE AND OMG I AM BEING AN ASSHULE =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina!!! Get me out of this mess! You got me in it! LOL. Why did you have to tell Sabri I play guitar and sing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so in other news, I have to wake up early tomorrow to meet my pals to discuss about our exciting (not) assignment. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZZZzzzZzzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1447971823433972613?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1447971823433972613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1447971823433972613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1447971823433972613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1447971823433972613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/yeah-poop.html' title='move on, man. i ain&apos;t got no title for this post.'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7992119603420800091</id><published>2009-10-11T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:30:50.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look! tumblr is being a smelly cat. so here i am &lt;s&gt;confessing my sins&lt;/s&gt; bloggin about my exciting life. i am seriously contemplating buying Supernatural season 4 and 5 on DVD with my raya money. but eh. why waste my hard earned cash when i can watch it for free online? seriously. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE MEGAVIDEO SUCKS AND DIVX TAKES A BLOODY LONG TIME TO LOAD, THAT'S WHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great now i dunno what else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7992119603420800091?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7992119603420800091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7992119603420800091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7992119603420800091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7992119603420800091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohai.html' title='ohai'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-429373868220410999</id><published>2009-10-10T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:05:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hardcore late night shenanigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to my own retarded clumsiness, i fell and landed squarely on my left arm this morning at around 2AM, which left me lying sprawled on the floor trying not to scream in pain. so i did the only thing that can stop me from screaming out like a wuss: i bit down hard on my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE PAIN! THE SODDING PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i lay, clutching my left arm and spazzing out because i thought i’d broken it in half, or at the very least, fractured it in two parts. i am very proud to say that despite the throbbing pain, i didn’t cry at all. serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i managed to crawl into bed and i immediately texted tina. she told me to wake my mom, which i didn’t do because i wanted to avoid getting nagged at. then she told me to put ice on my arm, which i didn’t do too because i just couldn’t be arsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i fell asleep despite the pain. bloody hell, i felt like a sodding war veteran. sleeping through the pain, and all. LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning (with a sore neck, having slept in a weird arm-cradling position), i’d forgotten about my arm, so i stretched and OW BLOODY OW, the pain came rushing back with a vangeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to God it’s not a hairline fracture like the time i fell off my skateboard four or five years ago. i mean, come on. instead of breaking my arm like a true champion, i got a sissy hairline fracture. oh the shame, y’know? at least if i’d broken it i could be all, “I BROKE MY ARM I AM SO HARDKORE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might’ve also hit my head on the floor last night. this might explain why i’m spouting absolute balls right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-429373868220410999?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/429373868220410999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=429373868220410999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/429373868220410999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/429373868220410999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/hardcore-late-night-shenanigan.html' title='hardcore late night shenanigan'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5085737433441427621</id><published>2009-10-05T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:59:23.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHAI EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what sucks? GASTRITIS. something that sucks even more = assignments. and the one thing that sucks the living shite out of me is being sick and having to complete a dozen assignments -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah i know i'm being a whiny brat. I JUST NEED TO LET OFF SOME STEAM, YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse, Sabri just showed me our band MySpace page. like omg so this really means that i'm in a band. oh shit. i'm supposed to be the singer and keyboardist. oh triple shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i havent had the time to have a tinkle on the keys for, like, a long time now. maybe 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;2) i can't sing for shit. really. people who say "rubbish! of course you can sing" are just being nice to me because they don't want me to go on a rampage and eat them. so, eh...i'm scared and i don't wanna sing and play keyboard in front of complete strangers (excluding Sabri) because OMG I AM JUST NERVOUS, OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............last night i dreamt about Gabe and we talked on the phone. his voice is whoa sexy plz yum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i woke up, though. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5085737433441427621?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5085737433441427621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5085737433441427621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5085737433441427621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5085737433441427621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohai-everyone.html' title='OHAI EVERYONE'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-2362060089222413993</id><published>2009-10-04T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:17:52.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way i am - eminem</title><content type='html'>so i fell sick Saturday morning. ate some Panadols Saturday night and went to Snoozeland to play ping pong with my pet llamas. woke up at 1:30pm today feeling &lt;s&gt;dope&lt;/s&gt; lame, so i lay tangled in my bedsheets staring at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, exciting stuff. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been working on hawabi's assignment aaaaaaaaand i'm not getting anywhere -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for school to end. i need a bloody vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-2362060089222413993?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/2362060089222413993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=2362060089222413993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2362060089222413993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/2362060089222413993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-i-am-eminem.html' title='the way i am - eminem'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5426464631514585323</id><published>2009-10-01T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:40:12.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies. nomz!</title><content type='html'>Waaaaaaaah! Da berzaman aku tk update blog bodoh ni. Sampai da basi! HAHAHAHA okay wah so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Hello peoples! *waves* I hope you guys are doing great (I guess) coz I AM FEELING AWESOMEEEEE!!!1!!11 Why? Coz I saw HIM today and I rode on the same elevator as him WEE HEE and omg he is like so good looking it's scary. He should be jailed!! No guy should go out in public looking like such a drool-worthy piece of....HOTNESS. Omg. I've lost my marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch to Dian (who spotted him queueing for drinks) and Tina (who went along for the &lt;s&gt;stalking&lt;/s&gt; ride). You girls pwn my holey socks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other not-so-interesting news, I have been possessed by some domestic womanly, uh, spirit, so therefore I FEEL LIKE BAKING A BUNCH OF COOKIES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye pussykats! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5426464631514585323?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5426464631514585323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5426464631514585323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5426464631514585323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5426464631514585323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookies-nomz.html' title='cookies. nomz!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5137614577607407708</id><published>2009-09-16T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:27:56.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bum bum bum bee bee doooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I was kidding when I said I was abandoning my Blogger. I've had Starfighter-Pilot since 2007! There are lotsa memories stored in this blog. I still get amused when I read my old posts. Like this &lt;a href="http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2007/12/flwallop.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; for instance. BAHAHAHAHA oh God I miss him. I hope he comes down to Singapore for Hari Raya, then maybe we can have another one of our Punch Drunk 2AM Madness sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oral exam went well yesterday. I think. I was freaking out before my presentation, so I danced and sang like a spaz in my seat to make myself less nervous. Strangely the Captain Planet theme song calms me down. I am obviously retarded. When it was my turn to do my presentation, my throat got so dry that I thought I was gonna die of thirst. LOL. Afterwards I asked Tina if my voice was loud enough (coz the stupid microphone died or something) and she said she could hear me fine. So YAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye bye nao I gotta go showerrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5137614577607407708?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5137614577607407708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5137614577607407708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5137614577607407708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5137614577607407708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/bum-bum-bum-bee-bee-doooo.html' title='bum bum bum bee bee doooo'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-745397328820043684</id><published>2009-09-13T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:58:40.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>oh my god please, i love tumblr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE BLOGGER, YOU SMELLY PIECE OF HORSE MANURE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-745397328820043684?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/745397328820043684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=745397328820043684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/745397328820043684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/745397328820043684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/xoxo.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8098435340392626238</id><published>2009-09-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:14:04.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caffeine cravings</title><content type='html'>i should seriously get an award for Best Freaker Outer of The Year. or Best Spaz Attack of The Century. therefore i am very thankful to have Aaron, who's like the only person who can get me to stop freaking out short of slapping me upside the head with a handful of asparagus. really. i love you. like a lot. like a lot A LOT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now discussing about the differences between guys and girls in terms of spazzing out when your crush smiles/looks/waves at you. as we all know, i am a big spaz. i spaz at the littlest things. TURNS OUT GUYS SPAZ OUT TOO! but they don't show it. pffft. cheeky monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs self* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow can you believe i immediately fell asleep the moment i got home from school just now? &lt;s&gt;without showering.&lt;/s&gt; perangai hobo to the max to the maxtreme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ciao pussycats i think i need to go shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8098435340392626238?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8098435340392626238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8098435340392626238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8098435340392626238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8098435340392626238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/caffeine-cravings.html' title='caffeine cravings'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4181632804354609456</id><published>2009-09-10T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:05:12.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHAI</title><content type='html'>omagawd, i'm hooked on Paramore's song from their Brand New Eyes album, Brick by Boring Brick. so naaaaice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i need fitri's singing cause it makes me tired just looking at her being all hyper."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Tina ma nigga's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day of being a hyper goose, coz i start fasting again tomorrow! WEE HEE. i guess it must be tiring for Tina and Dian to see me breaking out into song and dance at random. i have no idea where the hyperactivity came from, coz i always skip breakfast. so it's like i'm fasting even though i'm not fasting. ya know what i'm sayin? lulz. okay nice i've confused myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoots, i've got a general idea on my topic for mr. naidu's oral exam, and i've got the visuals ready. i just don't know what the eff to talk about D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......i feel like making another sporadic dance video. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! i am a stinkin good dancer in all of Asia &lt;s&gt;and Southeast Europe&lt;/s&gt;. not. note to self: whatever you do, don't quit school to pursue a career as a dancer, because not only will you fail miserably, but you will also get pelted at with eggs and tomatoes. just add in some lettuce and you get a bowl of salad! yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooer all that talk about salad is making me hungry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4181632804354609456?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4181632804354609456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4181632804354609456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4181632804354609456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4181632804354609456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohai.html' title='OHAI'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4375370549428864068</id><published>2009-09-09T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:29:06.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaacccck</title><content type='html'>omg im such a dork. im ashamed of myself! LOL. scuse me while i go drown myself in a puddle of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well go get your shovel&lt;br /&gt;And we'll dig a deep hole&lt;br /&gt;To bury the castle, bury the castle&lt;br /&gt;Ba da ba da ba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4375370549428864068?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4375370549428864068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4375370549428864068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4375370549428864068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4375370549428864068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/aaaaaaaaaacccck.html' title='aaaaaaaaaacccck'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-4253276083334318260</id><published>2009-09-08T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:45:21.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"stinkin bon jovi!"</title><content type='html'>good to know that my love for the Z-man has never faded. just the fact that i've developed a huge &lt;s&gt;stalkerish&lt;/s&gt; crush on his lookalike who's in my class is proof enough. even his pouch is cute! for God's sake, i am so far gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought some milk today. i love milk. milk saved my life, but that's another story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab is asking me to sing with the band on saturday and i think i might've just shat in my pants. gorillas are rampaging around in my tummy and it ain't a nice feeling, let me tell you. WHY MUST I SUFFER FROM TERRIBLE STAGE FRIGHT?! WHYYYYYYY?! i had no trouble singing like a fool in class just now, which annoyed tina and dian and fathin and dinah. (no, choco loves my singing.) (really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is retarded but i've got issues with my weight. oh shut up. i know what you're thinking. "You so skinny alrd! WTF are you on about sia?!" that's the problem. i'm thinskinnypole-like. i need some fats to keep me warm. i feel like getting me some weight gain milk from that health store whatchamacallit. GNC? GMC? pffft whatevs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true what they say, human beings will never be pleased with their weight. or something along those lines. i remembered asking syed if i was too skinny and he said "no, you're just nice." awwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad he's my ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LULZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-4253276083334318260?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/4253276083334318260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=4253276083334318260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4253276083334318260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/4253276083334318260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/stinkin-bon-jovi.html' title='&quot;stinkin bon jovi!&quot;'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-1771512741709570847</id><published>2009-09-06T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:49:47.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>do you know how amazing it is to dream of someone and actually have that someone come over for a visit? it's bloody amazing. it's like, i'm psychic or something. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you and if i could, i'd skip school and send you off at the airport on the 29th. bah. school is a big bowl of poodle shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE FOR NAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1771512741709570847?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1771512741709570847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1771512741709570847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1771512741709570847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1771512741709570847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-7617406494417976695</id><published>2009-09-04T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:54:38.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my darkest hour - scary kids scaring kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, spent the day with Dion and Balqis at the library. twas fun. then Dion went home and Balqis and i went Froyo-ing. "FROYO!" i amuse myself sometimes. who knew i could go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;high-pitched? lulz. but in the end we decided on famous amous cookies and brownies. OM NOM NOM NOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank my &lt;s&gt;slave&lt;/s&gt; nice friend Halim for helping me out with my smelly schwork. i am actually helping you out by saving your brain from becoming karat, yknow. *nods wisely* hehehe =P so, THANK YOU! very much =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg pls, sabri is like freaking talented because he designs things and stuff. and he's gonna make me a Boxie Pet, coz he's rly nice and no i didn't hint around for one, i am not that shameless. or am i? AHAHAHAHA. shut up, fyt. ahem. so yeah, he asked what character i wanted, and i was like (in my head) "OMG RED RANGER SPONGEBOB DOMO WHAT WHAT WHAT?! OOOH I KNOW, BATMAN!!" so yep, i shall own a Batman Boxie Pet soon. i am so excited pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, meeting him tomorrow to wreak havoc on suntec's toys r us. i pity them fools who work there. QUIT NOW AND SAVE YOURSELVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow im so drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye bye poppets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-7617406494417976695?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/7617406494417976695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=7617406494417976695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7617406494417976695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/7617406494417976695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-darkest-hour-scary-kids-scaring-kids.html' title='my darkest hour - scary kids scaring kids'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-5698385102048102409</id><published>2009-09-03T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:26:10.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zac farro is a sexy beast</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today because it's that time of the month and lucky me, I got the crampy cramps. So I lay in bed like a weak fool and fell asleep. I slept a lot today. When I woke up I stuffed my face with food and then watched Aladdin. He is so yummy yummy om nom nom nom! Hehehehehe Prince Abubu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Balqis and Dion tomorrow at the library. It's nerding time, people! And on Saturday I'm meeting up with Sabri and the boys to talk music. Omg so I guess that means I'm officially in a band? *squints* Who knows? I don't. I'm kinda nervous, tho, coz I'm a socially inept fool who sucks at making new friends. I hope they'll like me and won't burst out laughing if I happen to trip or worse, accidentally poke myself in the eye with a stick. You may think stuff like that are unlikely to happen, but when it comes to me, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Went on a date with Aaron Hoobastank yesterday and it was a right blast. Something happened with a keyboard and I jumped about a mile in the air because it scared the shite out of me, but Aaron only laughed and laughed. And laughed some more. Thanks. I bought jellybeans and they are dayyum fiiiiiiine. Right, that was random. The point is, Zac loves Aaron. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pogo stick, and my life will be complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-5698385102048102409?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/5698385102048102409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=5698385102048102409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5698385102048102409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/5698385102048102409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/zac-farro-is-sexy-beast.html' title='zac farro is a sexy beast'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-9134813896599287779</id><published>2009-09-01T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:11:49.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"omgz we shood meet up and jump into ponds"</title><content type='html'>I AM A HAPPY HIBISCUS TODAY BECAUSE I IS JUST BOUGHT A SKATEYBOARD, TEE HEE HEE! I couldn't decide which one to get, the pink one with the green spider or the Street Fighter one, so Tina help me choose. She was all, "Okay! Choose one!" And she thrust her fists at me. Which means that she'd already decided which fist stood for which deck, so I chose her left fist, which turned out to be Street Fighter! So I got that one. It's too bad they didn't have a SpongeBob deck. I would've so gotten that one. Or even a Power Rangers one! ZOMG PLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so when I got home I was all nervous and shite, coz the parentals are kinda not so keen on the idea of me skating again, but it all turned out fine coz they didn't get mad and hit me over the head with the board or anything like that. I is happy beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I broke my fast today with ROJAK MAMA! Not of the poisonous variety kthx. MAMA MIA, ROJAK IS SO NICE-A! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izni's mom is really nice because she wants me to come to Kangarooland and stay and also attend Soundwave. MDM HAMIDAH, I LOVES CHUUUUU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been fantasizing about something that is so ridiculous, it's laughable. I ain't telling you coz you'll laugh at me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....okay fine, I'll tell you. I've been fantasizing that one day my dad would present me with a Mastercard because he loves me a lot and can't bear to think of me without one. And then I'll break out into song and dance, and go on a manic shopping spree with Tina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal people fantasize about &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt; cake, and I fantasize about a freaking Mastercard. What's wrong with me? D: I MUST BE POSSESSED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-9134813896599287779?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/9134813896599287779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=9134813896599287779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/9134813896599287779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/9134813896599287779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/09/omgz-we-shood-meet-up-and-jump-into.html' title='&quot;omgz we shood meet up and jump into ponds&quot;'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-1812698050031668545</id><published>2009-08-29T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:00:18.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a sick walrus with a lot of mucus</title><content type='html'>My asthma coupled with my excitement over my shopping trip with Tina tomorrow is really making it difficult for me to breathe. LOL. Sabri wants to cover a song with me, and I suggested Paramore because I'm stupid like that. I mean DUH. A person suffering from an asthma attack can't possibly sing a Paramore song, unless they want to die prematurely from breathlessness. I'm a dork. Okay so I suggested that best friend song from Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat but Sabri's thinking along the lines of The Veronicas. My lungs are doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm kinda depressed because I was hoping I could get those sexy high cut sneakers from River Island, but Tina thinks if I buy them, it'll be like I'm wasting my money. *dramatically bursts into tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is meaaaaaaaaaaaaaan :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-1812698050031668545?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/1812698050031668545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=1812698050031668545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1812698050031668545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/1812698050031668545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-sick-walrus-with-lot-of-mucus.html' title='i am a sick walrus with a lot of mucus'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8173341235427278588</id><published>2009-08-28T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:03:20.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hickory dickory dock, the mouse went up the clock!</title><content type='html'>Ho hum, pig's bum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my darling possums. How have ya'll been keeping up? I haven't been doing so good (typical). I accidentally cut two of my fingers just now when I was helping out in the kitchen and holy moly, I thought I was gonna bleed to death. I used up two tissues (both soaked a pretty shade of red) but still the blood kept seeping out. So I haphazardly slapped on some band aids on the cuts and taa-daa, no more blood. A painfully clumsy mofo such as myself shouldn't be handling knives and whatnot. Seriously. If I'm not careful I might just accidentally blind myself with a pair of scissors one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been struck with the flu. Nice. But on the bright side, today I finally satisfied my craving for sambal sotong. Oh the grooviness! *farts with joy* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you're reading this, Aaron. Hunnybunny, I'm really sorry I couldn't break fast with you today. I'm sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry I promise I'll make it up to you, baby! Forgive me? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Baybeats with Tina and Sabri, wee hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnight, ya'll! Peace and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8173341235427278588?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8173341235427278588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8173341235427278588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8173341235427278588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8173341235427278588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/08/hickory-dickory-dock-mouse-went-up.html' title='hickory dickory dock, the mouse went up the clock!'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-18796827901448019</id><published>2009-08-27T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:35:12.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mary had a little lamb its fleas was white azno</title><content type='html'>im just gonna blog randomly coz im sleepy and i cant think straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i made tina LOL in public just now otw to sch. i was texting her. she LOLed alone like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;- i cant wait to write a song with sabri &lt;br /&gt;- im craving for sambal sotong (and a tic tac)&lt;br /&gt;- a hobo interrupted me and tina while we were breaking our fast just now. he asked us for 10 bucks coz his ezlink no money. eh dude, we're also bankrupt. muke tembok sia asked us to go withdraw money from our ATM. wth? perangai matrep.  &lt;br /&gt;- im seriously freaked out by school because the assignments are piling up and im doomed :(&lt;br /&gt;- child abuse is effed up and SICK. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;- i need to pee&lt;br /&gt;- like desperately&lt;br /&gt;- hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;- okay bye i wanna go play with my pet llamas in snoozeland&lt;br /&gt;- maybe i might see you there too? who knows ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-18796827901448019?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/18796827901448019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=18796827901448019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/18796827901448019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/18796827901448019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/08/mary-had-little-lamb-its-fleas-was.html' title='mary had a little lamb its fleas was white azno'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</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-5660332888423183627.post-8162497834990317817</id><published>2009-08-25T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:10:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 push pops coz they make my tongue turn blue</title><content type='html'>You can't see me but I'm making stupid faces at my computer screen coz Blogger is still being a big smelly poopie and I DON'T LIKE YOU SO MUCH NOW, BLOGGER! *waves fists menacingly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks because it's assignments assignments presentations research bla bla bla OMG and it's only just the 2nd day of school please! I'm depressed :( LOL. But for the sake of AUSTRALIA I am gonna suck it up and be a fighter! AUSTRALIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *adjusts nerd glasses with precision* Tina, get ready to rock at that Soundwave concert, man. Let's be nerds and score a ride on my aunt's private jet!! WOO HOO! To prepare myself for that concert, I have taught myself how to play Paramore's Emergency intro on the keyboard because I'm nerdy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG PARAMORE! LIVE! AT SOUNDWAVE! I shall suffer through school for that, man. Anything for the chance to propose to Zachary Wayne Farro!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall shut up now and stop rambling on like a goose. Um. HAHAHA Dian is making me LOL like a mad goat on MSN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dian.] says (10:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt; OR samak qobiih&lt;br /&gt;Nerdosaurus says (10:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt; waladu siin laisa towiiil&lt;br /&gt; hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[Dian.] says (10:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Nerdosaurus says (10:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt; hahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt; NICE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dian.] says (10:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Nerdosaurus says (10:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt; LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;[Dian.] says (10:04 PM):&lt;br /&gt; OMG FYT! im LOL-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke kekek kan ar lu, Dian ;) I liiiiiike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5660332888423183627-8162497834990317817?l=starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/feeds/8162497834990317817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5660332888423183627&amp;postID=8162497834990317817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8162497834990317817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5660332888423183627/posts/default/8162497834990317817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starfighter-pilot.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-3-push-pops-coz-they-rule.html' title='i &lt;3 push pops coz they make my tongue turn blue'/><author><name>Fytrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09370958758497741485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
