<?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-2869752631691854705</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:09:24.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128215640634530181</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2869752631691854705.post-331221867659416032</id><published>2008-12-04T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:13:53.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday i invited armin hafiz and jc over to the house. jyh ching came first, while waiting for armin and hafiz we played dota and i got owned like shit. so armin came and we played cs and i got owned like shit. then hafiz came and we went out to eat dinner at gripps. when we came back we played this scary shit game called fatal frame 2 and it SCARED the f*ck out of the 3 of them plus me and my bro and my sis. so yea we got so f*cked up that we ran into the room or something like that(i know what a bunch of pussies). then we did a cover on a couple of songs mainly "your guardian angel" and we messed around with the guitars and drums. so we got bored of that and went down to watch friends and drink some stuff. after we got drunk we drunkily went up to the room and played monopoly and checked out the yearbook. then hafiz and armin sang some random songs on his iPod and eventually we slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we woke up awkwardly and showered and ate breakfast and played your guardian angel like 5 times because we liked it so much and nathan came and we did so many stuff i lazy write down as i am a very very busy man. anyway they all went home and i blogged after a long time of not blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869752631691854705-331221867659416032?l=thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/feeds/331221867659416032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869752631691854705&amp;postID=331221867659416032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/331221867659416032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/331221867659416032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-and-today.html' title='yesterday and today'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128215640634530181</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-2869752631691854705.post-5346035198273359740</id><published>2008-11-30T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:05:36.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the 3 days i missed blogging haha</title><content type='html'>Sorry i never blog, im juz so freaking lazy doing this and doing that.. Anyway, im gonna be semangat on my blog frm now on =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at i think around 10-11 am then i went to eat brunch. We didnt celebrate thanksgiving the day before becuz we forgot so on that day we went to Thiam Hock for thanksgiving. So after thanksgiving i went on9 till i fall asleep on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's fren Kimberly came to follow us to the mall. My big brotha Michael, he wanted to fixxxxxx the ps2 which has fallen 3 times and doesnt work anymoree. so becuz of it doesnt work anymore we took it to the mall to fix it becuz it doesnt work anymore becuz it has fallen 3 times so it doesnt work anymore... that is my sad story but the happy part starts now. We went to SWENSEN it is a beautiful place with a beautiful scenery. We ate an Earthquake cuz its big and there are alot of us so we needed something big to fill our small mouth becuz our stomachs are big. After that, we were still full.. so we ate 2 french fries with extra fattening and 2 plates of fatty sandwiches with more fries and a non fattening coleslaw. After that we told michelle's fren to sleepover so she did. We watched the horrofiying horror of the horrofic game called fatal frame 2. It was so horrifying that i couldnt take the horror so i went down to play computer while they watch that horrifying horror. We then watched this hilarious movie called "Just Follow Law" which my sister's fren brought over to the hse to watch becuz its hilarious. After we laughed like shit we laughed some more. After the movie has ended in a hilarious way, we went up to bed to sleep because the next day was a very special day for me and for big brotha michael who was still playing fatal frame in its horrifying matter. Now im trying to make this post as big as possible so i made it bigger and bigger so that you readers wont find it boring anyway. As stupid as it sounds, all of these are facts and figures you can find on google. You can find out more by contacting my email,gmail or msn mail or even facebook which i hardly use becuz it is very hard to use as there are many applications to use and it is very hard to use. Now i shall proceed on to my next quest to write down about glorious Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing but one thing made this day horrible. Because i slept late the night before as i watched this hilarious movie called "Just Follow Law" brought to this big hse to watch at night because it was really funny, i woke up at 12 i think maybe i didnt or maybe i did or maybe i didnt and i woke up at 9 but im not realy sure when i woke up as i hav forgotten wad time i woke up. Now.. we had to go for this contest about sports and intellect to get 2 tickets of cruise because my mother's fren took in telbru as a classmate so we got tickets for free to compete in this competition to win 2 tickets to a cruise. Now we didnt wake up early so my mother's fren got pissed. After that we went to makan makan at Gripp's Cafe which we also brought michelle's fren with us so that we could take her home after we visited my grandmother who stays in her hse. Now after we sent her, we went back home then my dad, big brotha michael and small sista michelle whos nickname is elle and is known for her nickname which is elle went to naik bukit. Now i used to computer while they went and i finished using it at around midnight which i felt very tired so i slept at 12 cuz it was midnight. So despite this very boring day i managed to write alot abt it. Today is monday and yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, im going to try to make at least 1 post per day so that my blog would be more alive. It is not dead, i will not believe it, it must continue to live for other people's entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your good buddeh,&lt;br /&gt;Martin =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869752631691854705-5346035198273359740?l=thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/feeds/5346035198273359740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869752631691854705&amp;postID=5346035198273359740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/5346035198273359740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/5346035198273359740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-3-days-i-missed-blogging-haha.html' title='About the 3 days i missed blogging haha'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128215640634530181</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-2869752631691854705.post-4028377888212411124</id><published>2008-11-27T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:45:00.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love blogs</title><content type='html'>So i woke up at 10? and went to st andrews school to get my sister's and my report books. Not much happened afterwards, mike was playing games i was playing games michelle was not playing games and at night we ate some crazy spicy chickens and crap. Then michelle and i got hyper and laughed crazily non-stop until now. We were talking abt coffee or soemthing like that. Then i remembered something about inside jokes abt michael then i forced michelle to let me use the comp, and we're still high as a kite. Ok im done i hope you're happy.. Michelle. Coffee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869752631691854705-4028377888212411124?l=thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/feeds/4028377888212411124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869752631691854705&amp;postID=4028377888212411124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/4028377888212411124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/4028377888212411124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-blogs.html' title='i love blogs'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128215640634530181</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-2869752631691854705.post-2125183800737095271</id><published>2008-11-26T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:54:00.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;#1 Do the “Letter MEME”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Copy the “How-to” Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog):&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but __1__. I think I realised it when/on __2__3__ and I saw you __4__5__. I’m sure you’re __6__ enough to understand __7__.. I’m returning __8__ to you, but I’ll keep __9__ as a memory. You should also know that I __10__11__. __12__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;(your name).&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You’re so lifeless, __13__ (the name of person who tagged you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - I’ll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervertYellow - I’m selling myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You’re a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - I’m in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women’s clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the colour of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House - Scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we’re cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over joyous - That I’m open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David’s tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft drinks - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Get away nowFrance - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favourite activity when hanging out with mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering for drinks – Ugly pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foosball – Silly duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping – Kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulging for food – Cranky banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies – Smelly Armpits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks – H**ny wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snooker – Tiny stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling – Sexy grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor activities – Vain pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a long talk – Nose picker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures – Dumb person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other – Burn yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Phil:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but our horoscope doesnt match. I think I realised it when/on your dog ran amok outside of Chicago and I saw you ignore Donald Duck. I’m sure you’re frostbitten enough to understand that there is no solution to this.. I’m returning the couch cushions to you, but I’ll keep your suicide note as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked a new life as a clone. Greetings to your frog Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,Martin,&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You’re so lifeless, Smelly Armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf so dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869752631691854705-2125183800737095271?l=thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/feeds/2125183800737095271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869752631691854705&amp;postID=2125183800737095271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/2125183800737095271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/2125183800737095271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-1-do-letter-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128215640634530181</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-2869752631691854705.post-2811310982250430645</id><published>2008-11-24T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:55:37.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i made this blog as i was forced by elle and amy. So its like 2 in the morning and im friggin bored. Anyway since im so lazy, ima stop writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2869752631691854705-2811310982250430645?l=thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/feeds/2811310982250430645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2869752631691854705&amp;postID=2811310982250430645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/2811310982250430645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2869752631691854705/posts/default/2811310982250430645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyoneone311.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-post-firstly-i-made-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128215640634530181</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>
