<?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-4167193146107960661</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:14:29.576+08:00</updated><category term='Apocalypto'/><title type='text'>The Pickles Are Dysfunctional!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167193146107960661.post-8033153533852869286</id><published>2010-03-30T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:48:29.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have gotten bored of blogging. Lol. Pretty obvious huh, seeing when the last post was dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the month of February &amp;amp; March, it passed rather quickly. Not surprising though. Ever since i entered junior college, time flies. Literally. It's like, i felt that i didn't fully enjoy being a sixteen&amp;amp;seventeen year old. Well, i must say, a lot happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life now revolves mainly around working at OCBC. It's become more of a routine to me. I wake up at 7.30am, shower, have breakfast and flip through the papers (so that i get a glimpse of what's happening around the world) and head off to Raffles Place. Without fail, the train to the city would be packed. And i mean really touching shoulders with the people around it. The worst thing that can happen is when someone who is perspiring so happen to stand with his/her back facing you. It's like, you can feel the body heat radiating out and making you feel all warm and sticky. It's terrible. Thank God most people alight at Orchard and so on. At least i wouldn't be squashed against someone all the way until Raffles Place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-8033153533852869286?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8033153533852869286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-gotten-bored-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/8033153533852869286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/8033153533852869286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-gotten-bored-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-6735105015537740133</id><published>2010-01-09T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:15:41.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week of the new year was really a hell of a week. Well, it was my first week working at ocbc. On the very first day of work, i was like terrified. Raffles Place can be really imtimidating especially when it's the first working day of the year. The place was really swarming with people. Anyway, work wasn't that bad. Met new people, which was really a good thing for me. We did soe manual labour for the first two days and the rest of the days was mainly dedicated for training. It was really difficult to grasp all the techinical terms. Like overdraft, FX, collateral etc. I was like huh???!!! when i first saw those words. Took me some time to get used to the terms. And of course, with the help of my mom. HAHAHA. Anyway, i am under the FI (financial institute) team. Not very sure what that means anyway, but basically, i would have loads of work to do, according to my trainer. We have our own tables too, which i think is a really cool thing. My mom told me to make it as comfy as possible. I guess i would be stocking the place up with food. Hah! My colleague was telling me to call it little verine's supermarker or something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i must say, the bubble tea from Koi Cafe is REALLY good. Though it may be more expensive than the usual bubble tea, and a smaller serving too, i say it's a must-try. The taste is really different. It's really easy to differentiate between the usualy kind from Sweet Talk and from Koi Cafe. It's of a much better quality. And the pearls do not stick to each other. Yup. That's what i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is Stationery Day. So it's like the staff will queue up to collect stationery from someone who would be giving it out. Pencils, pen, files, stapler, staple bullets etc. It's like bringing Popular to us instead of us going to Popular. Oh, and the plus point, it's free. Which means that we can take as many stationery as we want and just dump it on our desk. Yup. Pretty neat huh. I think so too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-6735105015537740133?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6735105015537740133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-new-year-was-really-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/6735105015537740133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/6735105015537740133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week-of-new-year-was-really-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-4202863701952624342</id><published>2010-01-02T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:07:29.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, the second day of new year. I am paying adult fare. NO MORE FORTY FIVE CENTS OF BUS FARE/MRT FARE! I am really gonna miss those days where students get to enjoy the many privileges. Six dollar movie tickets at cathay theatres, student prices for meals at MacDonalds, Kfc etc. Low bus/train fares. Oh well. This is a stage in life where everyone has to face. It's only a matter of getting used to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a relaxed day. (as Zac puts it) And i know no idea why, but it seems like there are sales everywhere. Zara, Pull and Bear, G2000 etc. You name it, they have it. Is it because of the new year or something? I guess when Chinese New Year comes, it's gonna be havoc everywhere. And not only at the clothing boutiques, but also at markets and not to mention, Chinatown. Hah! Back to today, bought a reasonably cheap top from Pull and Bear. They were having a sale! So i couldn't resist. Heh. Walked around town for almost an entire day. Chilled at Starbucks thereafter. It's probably gonna be a long time later before i ever go Starbucks again. Don't wanna drink coffee while working. I am starting work next Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-4202863701952624342?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4202863701952624342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-second-day-of-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4202863701952624342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4202863701952624342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-second-day-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-4188940311335209576</id><published>2010-01-01T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:28:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. It's 2010! And i must say, 2009 was one hell of a year. Many things happened, be it happy or sad. But, as they say, let bygones be bygones. We are unable to change the past anyway. So no point brooding over issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i concluded that i have alcohol intolerance. I can drink like one cocktail and a Bacardi Breezer and i am getting warm, red and itchy skin all over. Well, it wasn't as bad compared to the time when i drunk almost half a can of beer. That time, it was seriously unbearable! Hopefully my skin would get better soon. I will allow myself to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; drink at the very most in future :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: I have lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-4188940311335209576?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4188940311335209576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-people-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4188940311335209576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4188940311335209576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-people-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-6304904923253453454</id><published>2009-12-27T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:26:25.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i am curious to know what really goes on in the minds of serial killers and all those criminals. As in, what really led them to commit these crimes? I do wonder, if they deem their actions as normal. I mean, honestly, when they are young, they probably would have been educated regarding carrying out such acts. Why would they then commit such crimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, i wonder if someone out there is creating this invention that could read people's minds. I know that it appears to be very silly and childish to think of that, but honestly, don't we all (at some point in life) would want to know what the other party is thinking? It could be a very quixotic quest, to create such an invention, but if something similar really did existed, we all probably would want to lay our hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would like to know, how do you define judgmental?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-6304904923253453454?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6304904923253453454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-am-curious-to-know-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/6304904923253453454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/6304904923253453454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-am-curious-to-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-9195714616768442734</id><published>2009-12-21T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:30:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just dawned on me that in two week's time, i am gonna start work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-9195714616768442734?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9195714616768442734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-just-dawned-on-me-that-in-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/9195714616768442734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/9195714616768442734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-just-dawned-on-me-that-in-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-3865604662234463375</id><published>2009-12-21T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:27:40.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is approaching! Well, Christmas Day to be exact. The festive mood has been around since God knows when. I'm thinking of getting some gifts for people, but i think it's kind of late now. Considering the fact that its four days from Christmas and i have no head start in doing stuffs. Neither do i have the financial capability to buy so many items at one go. So... Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gonna apply for driver's license later. I'm eighteen! Yes, since about two months and a few days ago. (Though i know i have the mind of a sixteen year old = immature) The thought of being able to sit behind the steering wheel and being in full control of the car is indeed exciting (and scary) Haha. All the best for me though :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-3865604662234463375?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3865604662234463375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-approaching-well-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3865604662234463375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3865604662234463375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-approaching-well-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-850224683781928851</id><published>2009-12-17T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:55:53.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today passed really quickly (well, at least to me) I was at Ikea at Tampines. My first time there ever since it opened. Yes, i know it was a really long time since it opened. Haha, it's okay to say that i have no life. Anyway, there were some really interesting stuffs that they sell. And i love some of the showrooms that they have there. I was thinking of getting a new bed since the one that i have now is almost as old as me. Hmm, actually, i'm thinking of revamping my entire room. Like re-paint the walls and maybe get a new bed frame and stuff like that. But of course, these thoughts will never materialize without money. At the moment, my family is really broke due to the recent US trip. So, it will not happen anytime soon. My study table like is piled with all my files and random stuffs that i bought. I am like too lazy to clear them and ever since A levels ended, i just chuck my files and let them pile up on my table. So there is like a huge mountain of papers on my table. Roar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-850224683781928851?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/850224683781928851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-passed-really-quickly-well-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/850224683781928851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/850224683781928851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-passed-really-quickly-well-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-1542053995012929960</id><published>2009-12-15T08:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:17:56.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I suck. Big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-1542053995012929960?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/1542053995012929960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/1542053995012929960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/1542053995012929960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-3048737083275201621</id><published>2009-12-15T08:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:08:44.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to try something &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-3048737083275201621?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3048737083275201621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-try-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3048737083275201621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3048737083275201621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-try-something-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-7956022545706861208</id><published>2009-12-15T07:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:02:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im finally back from US. It was a really awesome trip! Plus, we got to see snow :DDD So i didn't sleep for the entire night since in US, it would be afternoon. And, i was really alert and couldn't sleep anyway. So i went to help my mom unpack the luggage and to sort out the gifts from people. And guess what. On the very first day there, my mom bought 7 Coach bags. Yeah, SEVEN! All at one go, from the same shop. Amazing huh. Apparently, it was for her colleagues. So we ended up having an entire luggage filled with Coach bags. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-7956022545706861208?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7956022545706861208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-finally-back-from-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/7956022545706861208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/7956022545706861208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-finally-back-from-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-5828979580090471008</id><published>2009-12-04T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:35:42.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that i can be a little introvert at times. Well, there are days when i feel like not talking to anyone and simply enjoy the moment of being alone. There are many things that you can do alone though, without people thinking that you are weird. Firstly, you can go to the toilet! I mean, it is common for people to go to the toilet in pairs or groups (quite often, this applies to females) and it is also normal for people to go to the toilet alone. Okay, i think this would be a poor example. Haha. Anyway, i feel that being alone does not necessarily mean that you are weird or a loner. It could simply being that you would like to enjoy that moment being alone and appreciate the simple things around us that could go unnoticed whenever we decide to go back to our hectic lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times though, i may appear to be an extrovert. Maybe a little too much at times. I can find even the most simple action hilarious and laugh my heart out. Or i could crack a joke that more often than not, only i would understand and thus, me laughing by myself. Or i could just be doing silly actions and making silly remarks. Well, i would say that it usually depends on my mood on that particular day, or perhaps the people that i am with at that moment. Or, it could also depend on the time of the day. I am not a morning person, so i am not one to be trifled with in the morning. I would most probably mumble something incomprehensible or get irritated and snap at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-5828979580090471008?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5828979580090471008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/describe-yourself-i-would-like-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/5828979580090471008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/5828979580090471008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/describe-yourself-i-would-like-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-6532978121600369336</id><published>2009-12-04T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:16:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLYING OFF TO US IN ABOUT SEVEN HOURS MORE! WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids are like drooping. I feel damn tired. I can't hold out much longer despite the fact that im flying off to States in less than half a day's time. I am off to sleep. I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-6532978121600369336?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/6532978121600369336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/flying-off-to-us-in-about-seven-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/6532978121600369336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/6532978121600369336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/flying-off-to-us-in-about-seven-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-2276357725841233759</id><published>2009-12-02T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:32:35.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am dead tired. Set off from home at 9.45am to meet kiesha and nicole. Had macs for breakfast! As usual, i ordered the usual, which would be hotcakes. Walked around Plaza Sing and strolled along the streets of Orchard Road. It then hit us that we can finally waste our time walking aimlessly and simply doing nothing. So we walked (aimlessly) around Centrepoint and finally, decided to chill out at Starbucks (they were hoping to make me hungry so that i would buy a drink) I had to leave early for piano lessons, and afterwhich, went down to J8 to meet my mom and get a bag for the US trip. Headed down to meet Gui Ru and Yong Le. As usual, i was late. I have to change this annoying habit of mine, always late for outings and such. We ate at this vegetarian restaurant and after a relatively long time, we decided to head over to Heartland Mall (which was nearby) to have dessert. Chatted there and cam-whore a little before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i have to start saving money. I keep squandering away my savings on useless and impractical stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-2276357725841233759?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2276357725841233759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-dead-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2276357725841233759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2276357725841233759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-4235283291389948405</id><published>2009-12-01T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:39:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LEVELS HAVE OFFICIALLY ENDED!&lt;/span&gt; But honestly, i did not get that excited feeling nor feel relieved. Well, i guess it's probably because i got that feeling long time ago after physics paper 3. Haha. Now is the time where i can finally lie in my bed for that few extra minutes or sleep earlier without feeling the guilt of not studying. I can finally read all the books that i want to read! I managed to go Queenstown library yesterday to borrow some books by Ann Rule and another book titled, " The top ten evil people" or something of that sort. Hah! Now, i have all the time to read! And i would be leaving this friday! Omg, that is like super fast. Time really flies. My school was having the Shanghai Immersion Trip organised by the math department and they are leaving this friday too. Hmm, cool. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-4235283291389948405?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4235283291389948405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/levels-have-officially-ended-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4235283291389948405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4235283291389948405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/12/levels-have-officially-ended-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-2333046118901391734</id><published>2009-11-30T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:21:03.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does it seem as if you worship them? They are just like you and me. What makes them so special? You were told by many, what they could do. Why do you keep defending them? True, they may be your pillars of support but could it be all just a facade? Covering their hidden intentions with their soothing words and warm hugs? But then again, you ask me, what could their hidden intentions be? They seem so angelic. What could they actually be plotting? God knows. Maybe we are all being overly-suspicious. There is simply nothing that they are plotting. Why do you worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gottten all your prioties mixed up? Who is the main characters here? Honestly, i guess you are feeling rather confused yourself. Who do you actually want to be the main person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, show us what you can really do, what you are capable of. Stop hiding in that little shell of yours and wallowing in self-pity. It's sickening and immature. Grow up and take things into your stride. Things do not always go smoothly in life. You fall, you pick yourself up, you learn, you grow and you succeed. You have to sacrifice, there is no doubt to that. But what is it all for? To make your life worthwhile, to have people to respect you and not to deem you as a fucking hypocrite. Please, grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-2333046118901391734?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2333046118901391734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-does-it-seem-as-if-you-worship-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2333046118901391734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2333046118901391734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-does-it-seem-as-if-you-worship-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-5731866039151488031</id><published>2009-11-27T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:17:33.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a really boring day. I was on Facebook the entire day. Well, not exactly as i was watching a movie, The Devil Wears Prada while appearing online on Facebook. Hahaha. I think that Anne Hathaway is REALLY pretty. Like really really. And Meryl Streep was like this ice queen in the show. Imagine the complete opposite in Ma Ma Mia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-5731866039151488031?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/5731866039151488031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-really-boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/5731866039151488031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/5731866039151488031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-was-really-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-2993968694705333560</id><published>2009-11-26T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:09:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With only physics paper 1 left, i am in the play mood. Tuesday started off with breakfast at Macs. Hotcakes with maple syrup is simply the best. I am always having that whenever i go to Macs for breakfast. Unless i am broke at that moment. Hah. Then it was off to kiesha's house for a mahjong session! Reminded me of the times when my pw group and i would be playing mahjong at my house. And quite often too, for that matter. Hahaha. It was fun though, with all the mahjong and card sessions. Thereafter, kiesha and i made our way down to Raffles City for dinner at Sapore Italiano. It was to celebrate Shilin's birthday and considering that day that we are having dinner, it is obviously a belated one. Hahaha. We came up with this little game for her, whereby she had to guess a word and unscramble it so as to know what her birthday present was. And surprisingly, she managed to guess it quickly. So bascially, we had our dinner and headed home thereafter. Followed Kiesha and Shilin to J8 to have supper though. Drank mos burger's famous Iced Milk Tea. It can be super addictive, i tell you. I once drank it consecutively for SEVEN DAYS! Imagine that. Was feeling dead tired that night and zonked out once i reached home. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 3am the night before as i was watching The Duchess. I thought it was a really cool movie. (I can't believe that i missed it in the theatres last year!) Keira Knightley was quite suitable for the role. The character that she played was rather pitiful though. Imagine marrying a man who takes no notice of you and gets himself involved in affairs with other woman. Eee, i would definitely not want that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-2993968694705333560?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2993968694705333560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-only-physics-paper-1-left-i-am-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2993968694705333560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2993968694705333560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-only-physics-paper-1-left-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-4834853038035249935</id><published>2009-11-24T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:32:55.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physics is officially over! So i'm left with physics paper 1. Here comes my freedom! Woohoo! The feeling is awesome i tell you. I can finally log in to Facebook and play the games there without feeling any guilt and feeling obliged to study. I can finally laze around and read the many books that i have been wanting to read for ages. Finally, it is the time for me to head down to Queenstown library and borrow all the Ann Rule books. Ah, today is a great day. The sun is high in the sky, the skies are blue with fluffy white clouds here and there. Today is a beautiful day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-4834853038035249935?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4834853038035249935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/physics-is-officially-over-so-im-left.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4834853038035249935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4834853038035249935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/physics-is-officially-over-so-im-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167193146107960661.post-4389404856199990126</id><published>2009-11-23T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:10:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEMISTRY IS OFFICIALLY OVER! Which means, it's left with physics. Argh, why do they have to spread out all the papers. It's tiring. Anyway, time passed really quickly today. It's like, before i know it, chem paper is over. Went to thomson plaza with Kiesha thereafter and ate at Swensons. We then headed down to Starbucks to chill. Yes, we can finally chill. So basically, we were checking out all the cars (since we are eligible to get a license) and just chilling out. And i have to say this, DARK CHERRY MOCHA FRAP IS&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DA BEST&lt;/span&gt;! I love it whenever it's the Christmas season because everyone gets into this joyous festive mood in some way or another and it's like everyone seems so happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, i plan to go Starbucks early in the morning. Sit there and just enjoy the moment. Watch people walk past, anxious to attend to what they have to do. I will pen down my thoughts, draft out the plot for my book. Take a sip of Java Chip frap. That is what i call life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-4389404856199990126?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4389404856199990126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/chemistry-is-officially-over-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4389404856199990126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4389404856199990126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/chemistry-is-officially-over-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-7955058454880593037</id><published>2009-11-23T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:35:53.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to take a shower and head down to school for the shading examination aka Chem Paper 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-7955058454880593037?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/7955058454880593037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-take-shower-and-head-down-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/7955058454880593037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/7955058454880593037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-take-shower-and-head-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-5211024515901850637</id><published>2009-11-23T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:31:21.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-MBWEO55Y/SwoQCCuancI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7X96XYDsjr0/s1600/heart,funny,humor,illustration,black,and,white,cartoon-c085bd6c17b51ab73969af222a981fa7_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QF-MBWEO55Y/SwoKDcbWi8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ocxpg_-3A1o/s320/tumblr_kt38kg9qJS1qa2txho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407145356898503618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-2095006714530742837?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2095006714530742837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/cool-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2095006714530742837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2095006714530742837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/cool-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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/_QF-MBWEO55Y/SwoKDcbWi8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ocxpg_-3A1o/s72-c/tumblr_kt38kg9qJS1qa2txho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167193146107960661.post-8516335012719093254</id><published>2009-11-23T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:43:03.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel fat. :( I'm supposed to be studying but obviously i'm not since i am able to still blog at this time. Oh well. Three more papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 4D for the very first time last Saturday. Well, obviously i didn't win. (Because if i did, i would be like super excited already. HAHA!) Well, it was just for the fun of it. Nothing much. Honestly, i don't get it why some people can buy 4D everyday. Isn't like a total waste of money? What are the chances to striking the first prize or even the consolation prizes? Like, one in a million?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-8516335012719093254?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8516335012719093254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/8516335012719093254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/8516335012719093254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-4423806407307052787</id><published>2009-11-23T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:13:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAJOR EVENTS AFTER A LEVELS:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Band Dinner &lt;/span&gt;- What to wear? I have absolutely no idea. I was thinking of dressing up as Marilyn Monroe. But then again, FAT HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;US Trip&lt;/span&gt; - I'm starting to get excited about it. It's States we are talking about, not Malaysia. Grand Canyon, Golden Gate Bridge, fast foods and most importantly, CHOCOLATES! I'm coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt; - Right, this is definitely a must-do. I'm learning the skills of money-making! Here comes my moola! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Release of results&lt;/span&gt; - I dare not think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Applying for university&lt;/span&gt; - I dare not even think about my results and now this?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-4423806407307052787?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4423806407307052787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-events-after-levels-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4423806407307052787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4423806407307052787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-events-after-levels-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-4581588974587613514</id><published>2009-11-22T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:04:19.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was listening to Adam Lambert's Time for Miracles. Quite nice, i must say. Hahaha. Rare thing for me to say though, considering that i am an oldies person. (Think Stevie Wonder, Frank Sinatra, Simply Red) Playing CafeWorld on Facebook at the moment. Gosh, i think i'm addicted to that game. It's super fun though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just tried this weird fruit juice. There were like six bottles in the refridgerator and i was like whoa, why are there so many bottles. So i tried the mixed fruit flavour. Had a really weird taste to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-4581588974587613514?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/4581588974587613514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-listening-to-adam-lamberts-time-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4581588974587613514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/4581588974587613514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-listening-to-adam-lamberts-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-9093790707539350254</id><published>2009-11-22T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:41:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have watched Paprika! Well, i must say, the show was AWESOME! It can get a little confusing initially, but it will all fall into pieces at the end. It's bascially about these group of people who came out with this super advanced technology which allow people to view other's dreams and to sort of manipulate it. It's called the DC mini. Bascially, they use it so as to try and cure people suffering from depression and such. Pretty neat huh. Anyway, it goes on to show how someone stole the DC mini and used it to try and control the world by merging the dreams and reality. It gets a little scary at some parts but everything else was like super cool. Imagine that, scientists creating some device which allows one to enter others' dreams. Cool in a way, that we are able to view each other's dreams. But creepy too, because it might mean that we can control each other's dreams and manipulate them to do bad stuffs. Not something that i would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, that was how i spent my Sunday afternoon. No life huh. Lol. Well, im off to study. Practice makes perfect. Which reminds me, my chem tutor kept drilling into us that we must score full marks for our paper 1, because that would like be a life-saver and people in the top 5 jcs get that kind of results. So, i guess i will attempt to get that kind of attitude and start studying! These animes can always wait. Hmm, i think should start a list of shows and movies that i would like to watch. That's what my sister did. Googled the best movies to watch and made a list. Well, at the moment, i have say five movies that i want to watch? Yeah, can't really think of others. Oh, and i decided that one day, i shall watch a 3D movie in the theatre. Not that i have never watched a 3D show in my entire life, but i have yet to watch one in the theatres. So, time to watch out for cool cartoon movies that deserve to be watched in 3D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i just finished a tub of Dreyer's ice cream. Of course, topped with the rainbow rice and chocolate rice. Don't ask me why, but i would always want such toppings on my ice cream whenever i eat one. I was seriously considering buying one packet of rainbow rice and carrying it around with me whenever i go out. It's a little extreme, i know. Haha. So obviously i wouldn't do it. Just a thought. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-9093790707539350254?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/9093790707539350254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-haved-watched-paprika-well-i-must-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/9093790707539350254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/9093790707539350254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-haved-watched-paprika-well-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-3325823422316245211</id><published>2009-11-22T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:53:43.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no life. I'm supposed to be studying for Chem paper 1 and Physics paper three. What was i doing instead? Watching Princess Mononoke on Youtube. Haha. Yes, i have finally watched it. And now, i'm going to start watching Paprika. Heard from my sister that it's kind of scary. Weird thing to say for these kind of anime, considering that it's an anime. Anyway, it's her that caused me to start taking interest in these shows! Which could be a good thing since A levels are going to be over soon. At least i have something to do to kill time. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-3325823422316245211?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3325823422316245211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-no-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3325823422316245211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3325823422316245211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-no-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-3982287309023037880</id><published>2009-11-21T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:42:55.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying out the blockquotes. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test Test &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-3982287309023037880?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/3982287309023037880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-trying-out-blockquotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3982287309023037880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/3982287309023037880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-trying-out-blockquotes.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-352548399576303013</id><published>2009-11-21T21:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:54:09.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apocalypto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Okay, i think its time for another post. (Its barely 5 minutes since i last published the previous one) I said i was excited. Lol. Hmm, i watched 2012 today. I think the movie was not bad, like kinda cool, with all the plane flying through the falling debris and such. And there was this part where this rich Russian guy brought along all his cars in the plane. Lol. But it was kind of sad that he fell to his death in the end while trying to get his sons on board the ark. Oh, and they also mentioned something about the Mayans predicting that this day would come, which reminded me of the show, Apocalypto by Mel Gibson. That show was like, ewww but nice at the same time. Its kind of gory because they have scenes whereby they cut out the prisoners' heart and fry them. Ewww. Its a cool show, but it can get really disgusting at some parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, A levels are like going to be over soon. Three more papers left. Chemistry Paper 1 on Monday, Physics Paper 3 on Tuesday and Physics Paper 1 on the following week Monday. Which means that i am almost done for A levels! Here comes my freedom! Seriously, A levels can be dead tiring. Its like spread out over an entire month! God, where can i find the energy to mug for an entire month?! Anyway, it's going to be over soon, yup. Which then makes me more worried because it would mean that the release of results comes next. I am seriously afraid to collect the result slip from Mr Lee. It's like, he is a really good economics tutor and i have this really strong feeling that i screwed up my economics paper. I had no idea what i was writing about. All i knew was that i had to write something related to economics and of course, to the question. And throughout the entire A level exams, i was feeling really distracted and play was constantly on my mind. AHHH! Anyway, its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;ALL OVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Okay, i decided to bold that to convince myself and just move on. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh, and Yee gave me this idea to have my blog's heading as: The pickles are dysfunctional, instead of the Today that i had initially. So there it is. The pickles are dysfunctional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-352548399576303013?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/352548399576303013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-i-think-its-time-for-another-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/352548399576303013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/352548399576303013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-i-think-its-time-for-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-8369956583278566739</id><published>2009-11-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:33:00.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, i feel really excited about this whole blogging thing all of a sudden. HAHAHA! Okay, i know, its silly. BUT STILL! I have no idea why i feel so excited all of a sudden. Anyway, i guess one of the reasons why i decided to start blogging again is because i have plans to publish a book. Imagine me, being an author of a best-selling book... Wow, i really can't imagine. Hahaha. Hmm, but i think its kinda cool. I told my mom about it and she seemed to be really cool with it. Like, she is willing to pay for the binding and stuff. Yeah, its really cool. You can do so at this website: www.lulu.com. Hahaha, it could be my sideline job. :DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-8369956583278566739?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/8369956583278566739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-i-feel-really-excited-about-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/8369956583278566739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/8369956583278566739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-i-feel-really-excited-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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-4167193146107960661.post-2467569404927572946</id><published>2009-11-21T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:14:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, so i am here blogging? Lol. It's like my very first post. And its been ages since i have blogged. So yup. Here i am, blogging. The word sounds kinda weird to me, considering the fact that i am not quite keen on blogging for the past few years. (Yes, it's been years) So, i guess i am trying to start blogging again? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on facebook just now, and i tried out this new game, FishVille. Well, my verdict on it: It's stupid. Don't play it. Its like a total waste of time, feeding the fishes and such. And its pretty hard to level up because u have to buy and sell fishes to gain experience points. So, in all, its stupid. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167193146107960661-2467569404927572946?l=dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/feeds/2467569404927572946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-so-i-am-here-blogging-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2467569404927572946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167193146107960661/posts/default/2467569404927572946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunctionalpickle.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-so-i-am-here-blogging-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Verine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13605101025509886526</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>
