<?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-15286422</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:55:41.187+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste for tooth</title><subtitle type='html'>I am addicted to toothpaste. Not in that substance abuse sort of way but in that cleaning effective substance sort of way! It whitens everything! go toothpaste! go colgate!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-114725244437371618</id><published>2006-05-10T18:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:44:04.396+09:30</updated><title type='text'>how could you hate your life so much?</title><content type='html'>I see no point in life. Why the hell did I choose to do science? I fucking hate my life. I'm exhausted, low in energy and motivation, all thanks to uni and work. great! not to think that there are 200000000000000000000000000000000000000000 assignments about to be due within the next few days, 3 exams coming up in a month's time and at least 2 presentations and 2 tests before the exams. honestly, how the fuck am I going to get these done in the state that I'm in now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault that I didn't double check my stupid prac B assignment. &lt;br /&gt;It was my fault that I didn't pay attention in microbiology.&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault that I didn't revise enough for that biochemistry test.&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault for not knowing what happened in Prac A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be my fault if I don't complete that prac C assignment on time.&lt;br /&gt;It will be my fault if I don't wake up in time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It will be my fault if I don't go to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;It will be my fault if I don't complete my genetics tutorial by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It will be my fault if I don't answer the questions in prac B correctly and resume this futile cycle of blame again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so incompetent. why am I ever so insecure? everytime I think I did okay in something, that something will always screw up. why did i do science? why didn't i just do something that had little contact hours so I could enjoy being with friends, and be able to depend on myself rather than leeching off my parents? And its not like science will lead me to a bright future, I will still have to sell my soul in this commerical world when i get a job. so why bother with doing science and just do commerce where the chances of getting a job is higher and you could have a bit less contact hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I cannot balance the two - uni and work. both require too much time. If i were to do well in uni I have to study and give up work. its probably the only way it could work. i barely have enough time to myself anymore. why should I go through this same crap again when I have had been through year 12 already??? I don't deserve this. even catching up with friends is impossible, even eating lunch is impossible, even doing anything besides studying is impossible. I hate this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-114725244437371618?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/114725244437371618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=114725244437371618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114725244437371618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114725244437371618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-could-you-hate-your-life-so-much.html' title='how could you hate your life so much?'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-114492563807480514</id><published>2006-04-13T19:59:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:23:58.090+09:30</updated><title type='text'>now are u asking me a question or ridiculating me?</title><content type='html'>This girl I know from some friend has heard the news that I lost weight and totally started asking me about it over msn (almost the entire population at our high school have heard about it). So I told her that I went on a GI diet. yes a GI diet and told her to read up on it. later on, she continued her questioning and kept on asking me about the GI value for milk, fruits, and rice. seriously, didn't I tell you to go read it and understand it yourself? its nice of me to share my success "secret" with you already, now, which part of go read the GI table don't you understand? it almost feels like she's embarassing me. and keep in mind she is like this thin thing and does not need to diet. gosh where the hell did i find these people? wait i didn't. i never did anything to her and i don't know what the hell she wants from me. gosh i wish i just blocked her. perhaps that is the right action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be absolutely fine if a close friend asked me about my diet in excruciating details, but i just feel weird when people who i'm not close to ask me about personal stuff and particularly when they don't need to go on a diet. I just get weird about it and start feeling angry and protective. honestly, so what if i lost weight? i need to be healthy it is the name my parents chose for me, which states their wish. i know it almost sounds like some sort of lame reason to cover my vanity but the truth is simply that. surely there are always other positive sides than just being healthy ;) but then being healthy is more important. and I need to set a role model for my obese cousins so that they will do the same and not get diabetes when they turn 27.  &lt;br /&gt;well I guess being questioned about ur diet is no big deal, perhaps i should learn to be more open about things and not get disturbed emotionally so easily. sigh, but i am me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-114492563807480514?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/114492563807480514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=114492563807480514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114492563807480514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114492563807480514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-are-u-asking-me-question-or_13.html' title='now are u asking me a question or ridiculating me?'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-114298775231996718</id><published>2006-03-22T10:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:05:52.320+10:30</updated><title type='text'>part 2 of last wednesday story</title><content type='html'>so my biochemistry tutor DID hear my express of contempt against her anarexic diet and her harsh attitude. In tutorial today, she deliberated said' its okay to express your irritations of the tutorial questions, and to express your irritations of me'. its sooooo directed at me. and she also had to mention that she takes sleeping pills to proof that I was right that she does have psychological disorders. gosh she so planned it. and as she said it u're just like ' its so planned, stop faking it you suck at acting, get Aminah to teach you!!!!' and when she handed something to me she had to force her smile, just like I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess she's okay cause she got her revenge (kinda, lets look out for my biochem tutorial mark, i'm sure it'll be brilliant and that would be the perfect place to look for revenge!). besides, she also purposely mentioned something about tutorial participation mark, i think it was a supposed treat but who knows. meh, who cares. In tutorial today she also praised someone for questioning. hmm.... hypocrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-114298775231996718?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/114298775231996718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=114298775231996718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114298775231996718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114298775231996718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-2-of-last-wednesday-story.html' title='part 2 of last wednesday story'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-114298734603555384</id><published>2006-03-22T10:52:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:59:06.056+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Why I would not make a good teacher....</title><content type='html'>We had a test in Microbiology today and we had to swap paper with the one next to us. So I swapped with this girl, and thought she was really nice (cause she automatically turned to me instead of some other guy next to her). then, she got quite a few questions wrong, and I felt sooo bad each time I putted a red cross on her paper. *sigh* And I tried so badly to give her the maximum marks possible. like there was this question where we had to produce a graph (it was out of 2 marks), she had the labels all correct except her line was incorrect. so usually you give her zero, but I still gave her one. and yet she didn't score very well at the end of the test. I hope she's okay, I feel terribily bad, I just can't be a teacher, I just don't know how I could put a cross on someone's incorrect answer. Jebus, I am so pathetic. I totally understand the feeling that you put so much effort in and you misinterpretted the question and get zero. gosh sometimes it sucks to be a student. but i hope she does better next time. study hard! study hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-114298734603555384?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/114298734603555384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=114298734603555384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114298734603555384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114298734603555384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-i-would-not-make-good-teacher.html' title='Why I would not make a good teacher....'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-114238036248257541</id><published>2006-03-15T10:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:22:42.503+10:30</updated><title type='text'>this is why you shouldn't bitch about people during daytime, or near where you JUST had your tutorial....</title><content type='html'>I have a habit of bitching. I am a bitch. I admit all these things. but seriously, sometimes this mouth gets me in heaps of trouble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biochemistry is at 9:00 every wednesday. This means I have to get up at around seven thirtyish - eight to catch the bus, but as I'm usually not punctual. I catch the 8:30 bus and get to uni at around 9:15. by the time I get to my biochem tutorial's location, I'm already 20 minutes or so late. anyway, I didn't do one of the questions in the tutorial paper, and asked a question relevant to the theory behind that tutorial question. My dear dear biochemistry tutor of course had to say something along the lines of 'you didn't do that question. if you had done it, you would have understood the theory and wouldn't be asking me.' so um of course I was patronised, and due to my nature, I was resentful that she had been so harsh to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the tutorial, I bumped into a friend of mine and started telling her how my biochemistry tutor was a total bitch, an anarexic chick who is a perfectionist. (she once proclaimed to be a perfectionist in the tutorial. also, she has a body of a model's. Think thin, think paper thin!) Of course I said all of these out of resentment and totally enraged, and then I noticed she was not very far in front of where my friend and I were.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck, now I'll be having 2/10 or even less for tutorial participation, and probably made her cry..... *sigh* i'm so rude, and bitchy, its just not funny anymore.... I feel horribly guilty as I write this....I hope she's okay.... she seems like she might be affected by some sort of psychological disorder... gosh why am I so impulsive? argh damn..... I guess she did have a reason to be angry at me, not puntual and didn't do tutorial (I did all of them, except that one). but still she didn't have the right to be a bitch to me anyway, if she heard it then good for her, she needs to learn how to treat people better ( okay, I'm a huge hypercrite...). and I on the other hand, should stop bitching about people, and stop being so defensive on one's self esteem, and let them abuse me.... (not!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-114238036248257541?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/114238036248257541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=114238036248257541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114238036248257541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114238036248257541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-why-you-shouldnt-bitch-about.html' title='this is why you shouldn&apos;t bitch about people during daytime, or near where you JUST had your tutorial....'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-114118090276619403</id><published>2006-02-18T20:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:11:42.766+10:30</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening?</title><content type='html'>Long time no post.... My sincere apology to this blog and its readers. not that I have interesting posts or many readers anyway.... but anyhoo.... well these days as uni commencement approaches ever so closely my holidays are about to end... its quite sad really, 3 months of holidays and yet i feel like I have done NOTHING at all. isn't that really sad? how quickly did time pass? how the hell did i live for these past 3 months? hmm these are the questions that I don't think I have the answer to.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I kinda have been working heaps this month. trying to cash in before super high fee tertiary education resumes and draws all that I have worked for from my account. *sigh* sometime I think tertiary education is costing students too much. seriously, we have 3 months holidays at the end of the year, plus 2 2weeks term breaks and a 3 weeks semester break. that adds up to almost 5 months of holidays. the time we spent in uni is less than the time we spent in high school, but in comparison of the two, uni costs us 10 times more than high school. wouldn't it make more sense if high school costed more than uni fees? when really high school is a teenage day care. and we have to do less subjects than we did in high school which means we are learning less. but still they charge us hundreds of dollars on a subject that only has 3 lectures a week and 1 tutorial. geez anyway enough of me complaining....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-114118090276619403?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/114118090276619403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=114118090276619403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114118090276619403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/114118090276619403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-been-happening_18.html' title='What&apos;s been happening?'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113811019105906907</id><published>2006-01-24T23:51:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:13:15.953+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheers for the Sesame Street gang for all that they do for children.</title><content type='html'>The Egyptian version of Sesame Street encourages literacy and empowerment for girls in a male dominated culture. The South African version of Sesame Street educates children about HIV. The Israeli-Palestinian edition teaches the importance of mutual understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fascinated about how one children tv show can have such profound impact on each generation. And there are so much more thoughts and intelligence being putted into this show than what were on when I was a kid. I love it how the characters and the show remains pretty much the same but each country has its own focus on particular issues that they want to educate their kids about. And on that note I'm changing from Kermit to another muppet. I shall decide soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113811019105906907?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113811019105906907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113811019105906907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113811019105906907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113811019105906907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheers-for-sesame-street-gang-for-all.html' title='Cheers for the Sesame Street gang for all that they do for children.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113766840601189128</id><published>2006-01-19T20:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:35:19.726+10:30</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of a geisha [this entry is rated [S] it contains spoilers]</title><content type='html'>so I went to see memoirs of a geisha today with Nei and Karmen. I was supposed to see it with Ratchel and Micole as well but they didn't show up. hmm.... apparently Ratchel had an optometrist appointment and Micole just slept in. anyway having only read quarter of the book before I went into the theatre, the film focused more on the romance story of a geisha and a man than a life of a geisha to make the movie more marketable. Seriously I got so bored of the book that I returned it after reading it for like 2 days. Luckily the film wasn't as boring but was trying so hard to be exoticly artistic. I have alot of criticism for this film but first we'll talk about the main wrong I've found with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film follows the life of a little girl who was sold to become a servant at a house of geishas but eventually became a geisha. a geisha is an artistic whore who performs for the rich people, okay that was my definition but its close enough anyway. so one day, a rich stranger who was at least &lt;strong&gt;35+&lt;/strong&gt; saw this little girl (&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; years old at the time) and bought her sweet ice (a japanese dessert, have u had it before saathi when u were in japan?). the little girl fell in love with this man, and decided to become a geisha to get close to him. so she became a geisha and after many misunderstandings etc etc they found out they both loved each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so he was 35 at the time and she was 9. by the time she became a full geisha she would have been what 20? and he would be 55??? gosh how wrong is that? and he clearly remembered her being the little girl that he once saw years ago. seriously would any decent old man sleep with a little girl he once bought sweet ice for? the man is almost a paedaphile, except was a patient one who waited till she was legal to have sex with. god damn, and she was so stupid to fall for him after all these long years. it makes no sense what so ever. i want to smack the scriptwriters! sorry, i might seem conservative but my maximum age difference between a couple is 10 years, anymore than that is wrong, and of course you would say I'm naive and we could argue for years what the appropriate age difference between a couple should be. but to save us the bickering, don't even start. its my opinion, if you don't like it, leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, while the little girl was being trained to become a geisha, her mentor was like 'we are geisha, we sell our skills but not our bodies'. and then when Sayuri (the little girl who now was a geisha) was ready as a geisha, her mentor was like yeah we will sell your virginity to the highest bidder. i mean what the fuck? what a load of shit! a geisha is a whore, only more elegant and more talented and has received proper training in entertaining customers. so stopping being hypocritical and just admit it. no need for all those excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;src img="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/memoirs_of_a_geisha/ziyi_zhang/memoirsofageisha_teaser.jpg"&gt;thirdly, sayuri is japanese, and hello blue eyes??? what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that I'm done critising the plot, I will now critise the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the whole movie should have been done in japanese with english subtitles. honestly it would have been better, it was so difficult to hear what they were actually saying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;number 2- perhaps the should have got japanese actresses to do the film. Ziyi Zhang is pretty and elegant but honestly she cannot act. her acting is rather dissappointI have no idea how she got nominated for Best Actress at the Golden Globes. Gong Li was surprisingly better and was generally delivered a more dynamic and persuasive performance than Ziyi Zhang. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;number 3- the film was quite long. they should have had shortened it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Conclusion: see it for the beauty of the set and the costumes. in general if you really not a big fan of this novel or a fanatic on japanese culture then this movie can be a skip for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113766840601189128?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113766840601189128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113766840601189128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113766840601189128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113766840601189128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-geisha-this-entry-is-rated.html' title='memoirs of a geisha [this entry is rated [S] it contains spoilers]'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113758159382585362</id><published>2006-01-18T16:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:23:14.186+10:30</updated><title type='text'>'06 resolutions and a summary of my '05</title><content type='html'>'05 was kind of ordinary but yet was kind of an emotional rollercoaster. it was interesting though, I feel like I knew myself abit more than I did. anyway here's the summary of 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, I did the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;entered university. (yay!) being the first child (out of all my cousins) to enter university on both my father's side and my mother's side. mwhahahaha knowledge is power!  even though i'm in uni, hardly any of my relatives know what I'm doing or what my course is really about. they just know its sciency.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw Tori Amos in concert. she is crazy, but her performance wasn't as good as I hoped. she can't sing like she used to, which is very disappointing. i mean if she sounded like she was singing normally instead of doing some sort of high pitched scream then perhaps I'll see her again. (chances are i'll go see her again and again just because she plays piano very confidently and her past works are brilliant). my obsession is now sort of a fad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made new friends, and continued to be friends with people who are still very wonderful to me. kind of half left my ex-group, and sort of half went back into it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; found a job. yay i'm a maccie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skipped all but 2 psychology lectures and ended up having to take a supplementary exam. and luckily passed that. yay! now hates psychology full heartedly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went into the casino once, went into a nightclub once for free, went into a bar a few times to play pool. yeah the cliche 18 stuff, the casino was cool! i won 10 dollars yay! go me! the nightclub i went to was small and meh, overrated is the word. no one was there besides my group of friends and the bar attendants. Slightly improved skills in playing pool but still sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out that university is not a life long party. torturous touturous deception. it is nothing but a more impressive high school. my cousin is highly excited about university and claims that it IS a life long party. damn i wish i was outgoing and casual. (note explicit sarcasm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;returned to exercising by playing badminton once a week for a year. yay I need to get in shape so badly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got my P's before my birthday. my instructor is a nice person, and pretty easy going so I had no major drama with him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;'06 resolutions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study harder than last year. last year was pathetic, and was too lazy. i will not skip lectures for the pleasure of sleeping in, hanging out with friends, eating ice cream, avoiding the almost death inducing boredom caused by sitting in lectures or avoiding entering the lecture theatre because of lateness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get in shape. Have been chubby for so long its so unhealthy. MUST get rid of fattiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use dental floss more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work more, Save more money, don't spend money on unnecessary items.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will try to maintain all relationships on a more calm steady level. Will try stopping being so avoidant and reclusive. Will try to keep in contact by at least ringing them once in a while to show concern and social maturity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink more water, eat more fruits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making more new friends, and expanding social circle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to go to the hairdresser on a more regular basis instead of going everytime when hair is at an untolerable state. I will try keeping it short, I think I prefer short hair more. Long hair requires so much maintanence and is in general very very troublesome and frustrating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will wake up earlier and be less dependent on mum as an alarm clock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will try my best to control my ever unsteady emotions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113758159382585362?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113758159382585362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113758159382585362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113758159382585362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113758159382585362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/01/06-resolutions-and-summary-of-my-05.html' title='&apos;06 resolutions and a summary of my &apos;05'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113721666812233065</id><published>2006-01-14T15:40:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:01:08.136+10:30</updated><title type='text'>so slowing our economic growth for the environment is unrealistic....</title><content type='html'>what about the natural disasters that have been happening recently? are they unrealistic also? how about the changes in our climate pattern? are they unrealistic too? can our pm be any more short sighted? I mean we still haven't evolved to a state where the human body can consume money and produce energy, until then its important that we preserve and save our already poisoned land. I'm not a tree hugging type of person but I love food. and to make sure we get quality food we must protect our land. I say all food lovers should join me and save this earth from degrading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113721666812233065?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113721666812233065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113721666812233065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113721666812233065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113721666812233065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-slowing-our-economic-growth-for.html' title='so slowing our economic growth for the environment is unrealistic....'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113575959823333851</id><published>2005-12-28T18:34:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:16:38.250+10:30</updated><title type='text'>When the mall has ran out of 34.</title><content type='html'>Frantic clearance sales are going on everywhere in town, and one has only one pair of legs and one pair of arms, and very limited cash to boost South Australia's economy. but nonetheless, I, the crazy shoe lover bought shoes today! yay!!!!!! for 25 dollars!!!!! what a bargain! I've had my eyes laid on those shoes for like a month and had been waiting for the sales to go on to save moi some money.  initially the pair of shoes was $50 and was supposed to be only 30% off, so that comes to me paying for $35. however, because of the crazy situation they got going on at the shoes department at myers, the retail staff thought the shoes were discounted at 50%, and yes I only had to pay half price, so in total i saved myself 25 dollars. hehehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides shoes, I also got a top. you guys will get to see eventually. But when i was looking for pants there were no sizes that fitted me. it seems that suddenly size 34 has just disappeared completely in all stores. i mean they have 32, alot of 36, and some 38 and some 40. but where the hell are all the 34s????? gosh! its so infuriating. don't you hate having to compromise to clothes? I mean its ridiculous to get 36 because I'll need to fasten the belt HEAPS and yet it'll probably still come off after like walking for 2 steps.  and 32 is so tight that you feel like vomitting when you sit. argh i hate how this town has ran out of 34s. damn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ask me about my bus trip back home if you want some goss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113575959823333851?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113575959823333851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113575959823333851' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113575959823333851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113575959823333851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-mall-has-ran-out-of-34.html' title='When the mall has ran out of 34.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113523766845630541</id><published>2005-12-22T17:58:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:17:48.473+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The McDonald's Experience.</title><content type='html'>So I had orientation day for maccas yesterday. they showed the newcomers this video which biasedly showcases how great Maccas is and what it provides to the community yadiyadida. and apparently people don't go to macdonald's for hamburgers but for the mcdonald's experience, like buying a designer brand. its like pfft whatever. people go to maccas cause its fast and they wouldn't have to make their own meal not for a brand experience. Besides that they also gave me my uniform. the pants was heaps tight and makes my arse looks huge (i'm not sure whether i should talk about this in a publicly open blog entry but pfft), and my cap "viscor" is also awfully tight and can merely cover my ridiculously big fat head. along with these items i also received an apron which means i'll be flipping burgers hehehe. but trust me the kitchen smells feral and you don't want to go near it. I actually want to be at the front for once regardless of how antisocial i am just to get away from that evil smelling kitchen. I'm afraid the next few entries will mainly be me bitching about maccas. and I get 50% off most items at maccas before or after my shifts! isn't that great? and they're going to take 40 dollars off me for uniform deposit which i can claim back when I wave goodbye to maccas. isn't that great??? damn damn I'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, my life has been pretty okay lately. haven't been doing much except on tuesday where I went yumcha with my friends and was supposed to go ice skating with other friends (which I totally forgot) and also hang out with you guys. now why does everyone chooses tuesday? hmm... but anyway I wish everyone a Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year. and for those religious ones out there have fun celebrating Jesus's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113523766845630541?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113523766845630541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113523766845630541' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113523766845630541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113523766845630541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/12/mcdonalds-experience_22.html' title='The McDonald&apos;s Experience.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113445579787567311</id><published>2005-12-13T16:47:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:06:37.886+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Want fries with that?</title><content type='html'>I'm now a maccas whore. catch me at MacDonald's at trinity garden on magill road where I'll be working for 7ish dollars. hehe I got a job! but it pays so shitly. damn i'm excited. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113445579787567311?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113445579787567311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113445579787567311' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113445579787567311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113445579787567311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/12/want-fries-with-that.html' title='Want fries with that?'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113404751810843577</id><published>2005-12-08T23:00:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:41:58.143+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Chinked OuT!</title><content type='html'>Yo Yo wassup y'al! (okay I sound *slightly* like a retard)&lt;br /&gt;eventhough hip hop is not my cup of tea, but nonetheless it is my brother's. I'm fine with hip hop dominating the mainstream in the West but now its shifting to the East. These days when I randomly click on my bro's music its always C-hop (Chinese Hip Hop okay I invented that term). So perhaps I should take you on a tour and show you what C-hop is from my not very informed non-hiphop, pants on the ass instead of waist and pants baggiest point of view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.yesasia.com/assets/imgs/music/94/l_p1002505894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" height="472" alt="" src="http://i3.yesasia.com/assets/imgs/music/94/l_p1002505894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets start off with Hongkie star Edison Chan. This is a guy raised in the US and became a singer but cannot pronounce very accurately not to mention his singing ability is totally eugh (did i really type singing??? OMG). He is a great example which depicts how vain most hong kong fans are and what they really demand. well i guess with pop music its always about the looks. He has always been a hip hop fan apparently, immediately after his debut he changed his music style to C-hop. Now he's both an "actor" and a "singer" or "rapper". hmm... how can one rap without pronouncing properly? its a miracle that he still survives as an artist. tsk crazy school girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.yesasia.com/assets/imgs/music/14/l_p1003944214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" height="426" alt="" src="http://i3.yesasia.com/assets/imgs/music/14/l_p1003944214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pop Idol turned C-hop star. Leehom Wang is also raised in the US, then dropped out of Medical School to become a singer songwriter. He's more talented than the above. Firstly he was a ballad singer and now well no need for the explanation. Can sing, can write, don't know about dancing...  It wasn't till recently with his latest offering that he became a C-Hop star. You can see the album cover the whole hip hop style is so in your face that you can't miss it. He's 30 something, quite successful popstar. Also produced some singles in Japan, so he's quite multi-talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will add more if I feel like, but that will do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.yesasia.com/assets/imgs/music/14/l_p1003944214.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S This is not a comprehensive guide to C-hop, just random ranting by a crazy mup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113404751810843577?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113404751810843577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113404751810843577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113404751810843577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113404751810843577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/12/chinked-out_08.html' title='Chinked OuT!'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113335562442718212</id><published>2005-11-30T23:19:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:30:24.440+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste is a powerful solvent!</title><content type='html'>My life is rather sad these days, I'm pretty much a housewife. I clean up my house, I wash the dishes and vacuum the carpet. *sigh* its so sad.... but thats how I'm living at the moment, I'm being very truthful to you all. But I found out that toothpaste is great when you're trying to remove unwanted stains on the wall. It works like magic, the active ingredient is fluorine! mwhaha thanks to its electronegativity. mmm electronegativity! I am addicted to chemistry aren't i? I'll probably have withdraw symptoms when I quit next year. Did I tell you that I'm not doing chemistry next year? ;) well I'm not because I hate the practicals, and the theory they go through I'll probably never need as a biologist. well I better get going. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113335562442718212?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113335562442718212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113335562442718212' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113335562442718212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113335562442718212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/11/toothpaste-is-powerful-solvent.html' title='Toothpaste is a powerful solvent!'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113249805837019425</id><published>2005-11-21T01:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:17:38.390+10:30</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck?</title><content type='html'>okay, sometime ago i created a blogring called "mooism' totally out of boredom and out of eccentricity.  about a week ago this other blogger joined my blogring and claim to be a mooist. and showed me this website: &lt;a href="http://www.churchofmoo.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.churchofmoo.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally shocked at what his definition of mooism was. my definition of mooism is just someone who likes cows. thats all, not some weird ass religion. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113249805837019425?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113249805837019425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113249805837019425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113249805837019425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113249805837019425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-fuck.html' title='what the fuck?'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113217244963667702</id><published>2005-11-17T06:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-17T06:50:49.676+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was back on livejournal just then and saw this guy's journal, and he was complaining about how exams make him feel nervous, and he loses alot of sleep because of them. seriously, if you just don't worry so much about your grades then perhaps you wouldn't be so stressed? or even care less about your academic achievements in first year? gosh and this guy is only in first year. I mean to an extent I do care about my grades but no sleep is lost over it. I do get nervous but only when I'm just about to do the exam (ie waiting outside the pavillion/ sitting at a desk with the exam in front of me) , the key thing is sufficient preparation is the solution. I understand that there will always be the anxiety stemmed from not knowing what will be in the exam, but if you have done the past year's paper then you're pretty much sure of what will be in the exam. people seriously don't change the exam paper that much, and especially in first year where they are aware that most students are out of their minds due to excessive partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but from a more personal perspective, I guess I was used to exams. I had them in primary school (yes this is how crazy the education system in HK is), then stopped having them eversince i came here (yes this is how laidback the education system in Adelaide is) until year 11. Nowadays, I see exams as a more or less enjoyable (am i out of my mind? ;)) experience. I love watching people cram-study 10 minutes before the exam, I love the scarily silent errie atmostphere of the exam area. I love watching people who talk about exam questions after the exam ( with the exception of they talking about MY exam which I just penned, because I would get absolutely frantically annoyed if I find out I got something wrong 2 seconds after the exam. to be honest, i only care about how I went, not necessarily what questions I got wrong; unless I did terrible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you do wonder the point of an exam. I mean how can 3 hours of answering questions truly reflect your knowledge in a particular topic? and to think that more than half your semester grade is based on a 3 hour exam is quite ridiculous. its unfair, and the questions tend to be ambiguous and often depends on the student's interpretation of the question. Thats a reason why I don't like exams, I just don't believe they can truly reflect a student's understanding in a particular topic. I think exam should weight a percentage of less than 50 .  That way students who are like this guy I mentioned previously would not be as greatly impacted as he appears to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113217244963667702?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113217244963667702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113217244963667702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113217244963667702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113217244963667702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/11/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-113111634272645471</id><published>2005-11-05T01:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:29:02.736+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Picnic on the roundabout.</title><content type='html'>This very kinky idea of having a picinic on a roundabout striked me a few days ago as I walked past one. Wouldn't it be fun? To be the centre of attention of drivers who are trying to rotate on this circular green island while eating cookies hehe. Surely no one would have been original enough or have the guts to have one. I say we all have a picinic on the roundabout and see what sort of attention we'll get. It'll be great! I'm ecstatic about it already! but first, we must choose a roundabout that will fit all of us and make sure its not near our neighbourhood... tell me what you think, and we'll organise it someday.... or not....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-113111634272645471?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/113111634272645471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=113111634272645471' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113111634272645471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/113111634272645471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/11/picnic-on-roundabout.html' title='Picnic on the roundabout.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112973565607657391</id><published>2005-10-20T00:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:57:36.113+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Uno, 4 o'clock, and a trobredour.</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. its been a while since I last updated and I apologise. due to my hectic studying+going out schedule and my non existant internet credit in uni, I hardly have the chance to post. I had a blast last weekend! It was just so busy, all of a sudden everyone just wanted to hang out that particular weekend... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;well i better tell you everything that happened as I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: had lunch with Seona then Eshley joined us. we were going to sing karaoke with Addie and Packy, except by the time they came into town all the rooms were full, so we all went for coffee instead. After coffee, we went to play pool at a hotel opposite to her majesty's theatre, and saw Polly working there. apparently she's now a home loan consultant as well as a hotel/bar attendant, so that's quite cool. I mean she is wayyy more practical and mature than her friends, all her friends are like pregnant and on drugs and shits like that, so I'm glad she came to her senses. go Polly! but anyway, after pool just kinda had dinner and got home at 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: my homework day. Managed to get most of my asia oral done with the assistance of Enton, who gave me several points to consolidate and strengthen my argument with. And then we went to see the duke of hazard with Picole at ttp at night. the movie was seriously crude and highly American. I hated it. it was lame. and i can't believe enton thought it was funny (this is a guy who once critised the comic i sent him was crude humor and was not funny). Picole and I laughed like twice, and one of the times was self elicited - i laughed sarcasticly at the lame movie, we laughed. actually that was the best laugh of the movie.  The movie was just so Hollywood, eugh I hate it. its all Saathi + Aminah's fault for showing me the greatness of Bollywood movies, now I can't watch filthy lame Hollywood films anymore. So after the movie, we went to the parade for a stroll and it was already 12. Picole and I somehow wanted to go to the cemetry cause its fun hehehe. but Enton didn't want to *cough chicken cough*. and yeah so went home after a stroll and found this shop that sells really cool antique-like figurines called limited editions. Its really cool, I will seriously go and check it out someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: went to my friend Eshley's birthday party. started at like 3. we had to get all the stuff for dinner and the cake while hiding it all from Eshley. cause it was supposed to be a surprise. well let me just state this before we go any further. Packy likes Eshley, and he told her already but she doesn't accept him yet he still persists to show his affection. well anyway, Addie cooked while Yit, Seona, me, Eshley, Packy, and Berry played uno and hung out. I helped Addie cook as well. so we didn't end up eating dinner till like 10, keep in mind Addie started cooking at 5!!!!! he cooked like 4 dishes or something like that, and his curry was overspiced. you seriously cannot taste any other spices but chilli powder. after dinner was more hangng out and playing silly games. and at 4 in the morning, Eshley went to bed for like 30 mins or so by this time, and all of us went into her room with a cake! hahaha we're a crazy bunch and she was so surprised! so we ended up giving her presents and singing her happy birthday at 4 in the morning, which is very insane. and we took photos under the clock which clearly shows the time! but anyway she was really happy and i was glad, but anyway the meat of this story is- Packy accompanied himself on the guitar and sang her a song to show his affection! yes! a troubredour! hahaha she was moved but still she has no feelings for him..... oh well.... anyway was a really awesome weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112973565607657391?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112973565607657391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112973565607657391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112973565607657391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112973565607657391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/10/uno-4-oclock-and-trobredour.html' title='Uno, 4 o&apos;clock, and a trobredour.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112909128259596995</id><published>2005-10-12T13:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:58:02.603+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Muppet in Lab</title><content type='html'>I am seriously concerned that I might develop obsessive compulsive disorder from participating in chemistry practicals. We play with some utterly dangerous chemicals in chemistry pracs that are highly corrosive and cause nausea and permaent liver damage if inhaled, and honestly I keep feeling that my hands are contaminated with highly corrosive acid everytime I have touched a test tube thats wet. It drives me insane, and I have to wash my hands ever so often that I think I might even HAVE OCD already. and everytime in the practical I am ever so clueless about what's happening and what I'm supposed to do cause I'm so unorganised and never read the procedures or answer the practical questions before the experiment. There are always labels that tell you not to dispose some chemical residues in the sink and I ALWAYS just pour EVERY SINGLE SOLUTION down the sink.  I reckon I'm perpetual for environmental damage. I keep thinking that one day when I pour the chemicals down the sink something seriously diasterous is going to happen i.e explosion where the sink literally explodes in front of my face and my arms and legs come off. Sometimes I would feel that I have pieces of shattered glass from test tubes in my finger and I keep checking my fingers for injuries during the practical. argh! i really am going crazy. one more year of chemistry and thats it. I must save myself from going insane for the time being. well off to lecture now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112909128259596995?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112909128259596995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112909128259596995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112909128259596995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112909128259596995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/10/muppet-in-lab.html' title='Muppet in Lab'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112891795071506027</id><published>2005-10-10T13:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-10T13:49:10.723+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Neighbours</title><content type='html'>Okay, my bitch about my neighbours was bound to happen earlier or later so I've decided the time is right now. So, on the bus today I met my neighbour Caren who lives opposite to me and was with her daughters (forgotten their names). Said hi, and greeted as usual, then the conversation continued to her asking about my holidays. Well I replied saying my holidays have finished and she changed topics to my uni life and how going to uni might be better than being bored at home. I mean how on earth does she know that I stay at home or what the fuck I do during my holidays??? I could be going to sex parties and tiny leather outfits and getting drunk and sleeping with whorebag #101. seriously, she spies on my family. Its horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember meeting her on the bus at another time earlier in the year, she was again with her daughters. and she implied that my dog was perving at her house. (my dog loves going into my room and stare out the window) I mean what the fuck? how the fuck do you know that my dog is perving at your house unless you're perving at my house? Its a dog for god sakes, it doesn't know privacy, they do it in the nature, in front of people and are naked 24/7. plus why would my dog perve at her fucking house? theres no bitches there. wait.... She probably is paranoid and reckons that i'm a professional voeuyer and have placed a video camera or whatever high tech in my room spying on her daugters. she's so sad, her daughters aren't even suitable for me anyway. one of them is like 24, the other is like 13. c'mon, her family is totally psychotic. okay her house used to be owned by the daughter of Nyers (yes the huge cooperation in Aust.) and every room in her house is painted a different colour. they are not usual harmonious colours like cream, they are bright red, bright green, bright blue and I particularly remember a room where its decorated with DOLMACIAN patterns. It's seriously fucked up, I mean what normal family would want to live in a Krusty the Clown Crazy Whore House???? They so spy on us those fuckers. gosh I hate my neighbours. And they used to have this little dog called Mac and its the most adorable thing ever. for a while we didn't see Mac, and once I asked Caren about him, and she was like oh we gave him away cause he's so naughty and barks often, and thats why we have a new large dog thats completely silent. and you're just like 'okay.... you so killed him.'  you just know that they have killed him, they have the killer's eyes. they look like the people who look sane when really they are not. and they always act like they're of a higher class to everyone else, gosh I hate my suburb. and they look so snobby and act what they look too. they have british accent, and I swear they are from Britain. gosh now I wish Ms Nyers didn't move, I mean she was eccentric but at least she didn't spy on us or intercept with my family. gosh Ms Nyers Why did you move????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112891795071506027?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112891795071506027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112891795071506027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112891795071506027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112891795071506027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/10/neighbours.html' title='Neighbours'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112868571818068786</id><published>2005-10-07T20:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:18:38.193+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally the THIRD apple has landed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.metacritics.com/media/music/artists/applefiona/extraordinarymachine/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.metacritics.com/media/music/artists/applefiona/extraordinarymachine/picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I would hate to be a fan of Miss Fiona Apple. and by that statement I was certainly not bashing her music but HER. This is a woman who made her third album years ago and then got fridged because Sony (her record company) thought her third album is totally ot marketable. THEN she absolutely said NOTHING to her fans or anyone for like the past 6 years, so her fans probably have no idea whether she's dead or not. And yet her die-hard fans protested time and again, signed petitions franticly and send abusive letters and emails to Sony saying they should free Fiona from the contract. well not exactly abusive letters but things that relate to apple e.g send a half eaten apple to sony, send apple stickers, draw an apple on a letter etc etc you get the drift. I just can't believe how selfish she is after what her fans have done for her, she should be grateful. she has this total attitude of 'I was raped, I'm allowed to be miserable for the rest of my life so there'. and you just roll your eyes at her. her fans are incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112868571818068786?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112868571818068786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112868571818068786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112868571818068786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112868571818068786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-third-apple-has-landed.html' title='Finally the THIRD apple has landed.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112859271512004403</id><published>2005-10-06T19:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:28:35.126+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>What is the letter that appears most often in your name?N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to / have stuck in your head right now? "the meaning of travel" - Cheer Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour are your bed sheets? they are currently cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watch? Salaam Namaste, I know you're not talking about the last movie I watched in a cinema but the last movie I was was at the theatre so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most awesome country in the world? China (patriotic freak here), and other countries that is rich in culture. oh yes and India! I have always wanted to go to Alaska and see Inuit people hehe Inuit people are so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you swear or call people names in another language? uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last digit of your telephone number?8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your most marketable skill? I can speak 2 languages? thats about it...... thats a sad question because it makes me sad..... *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite number and what significance does it have to your life? 17, I like odd numbers, and its my birthday. i also like 7 too. i heard somewhere that 7 represents a circle meaning no start, no end. okay that was totally nonsense but nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite word / phrase at the moment? dot dot dot as in .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat for lunch today (or alternatively, if you haven't had lunch yet today...what did you eat the last time you had lunch?) I ate left over fried rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112859271512004403?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112859271512004403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112859271512004403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112859271512004403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112859271512004403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/10/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112842036778368293</id><published>2005-10-04T19:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:36:07.790+09:30</updated><title type='text'>2nd time lucky.</title><content type='html'>Its so sad to see someone you know to degrade to this state, really. So you were friends with someone a few years ago and then they completely stopped talking to you or acknowledge your existence by completely ignoring you (the influence of "the image" in the teen years is very very dominant) . and a few years later on, you see them at the casino with a fag in their hand, and a new life in their belly.... hmm yes, I saw Pandy this weekend at the casino. I've heard previously that she was pregnant the second time but I thought hmm rumours are rumours. but the rumours were proven true when I saw her with my own eyes. she's definitely in breeding seasons/years, c'mon 2 babies in 3 years? aged 19? she's using her reproductive organs to the MAX! Its even more fertile than Aminah's grapefruit tree.  her first birth was a girl, so maybe this time she's going for a boy? I don't think anyone knows who her boyfriend is or whether her children have the very same father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What frustrates me is that she's such an irresponsible self obsessed whore. That whore was SMOKING! SMOKING! for fuck's sake! she doesn't even care about the baby's health! she has this absolute attitude of 'i never wanted my baby' worn on 24/7. I feel so sorry for the baby, and pandy's parents. the poor old couple would have to raise and take care of her selfish daughter's children. gosh have they even met her boyfriend? so she just comes home being pregnant and expects her parents to look after her child. gosh what sort of an irresponsible person is that? and hasn't she heard of contraception? I'm pretty sure she was in class when we did sex ed in year 10. gosh some people are just so immature, has she ever thought about her future and how she's going to live with 2 kids clinged to her? poor things.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112842036778368293?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112842036778368293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112842036778368293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112842036778368293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112842036778368293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/10/2nd-time-lucky.html' title='2nd time lucky.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112797503732402898</id><published>2005-09-29T15:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:53:57.333+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Why do people worship doctors?</title><content type='html'>Doctors are pigs. yes, I despise most doctors. they are such money driven, two faced, lie-a-holics. you would think that about 50% of doctors actually want to help people rather than landing a job that pays super well and can provide you a luxurious life. well I did think that, yes naive enough, but I read this article the other day and it changed my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insufficienct doctors working in rural areas of south australia has always been a problem. For months, the government has advertised franticly over major newspapers and other media for 12 doctors to work at rural areas of south australia, the wage for 36 weeks is $200,000 and for 18 weeks its $100,000. Only 9 doctors made serious inquisations about the further conditions etc etc. gosh. &lt;strong&gt;12 positions. 9 queries?&lt;/strong&gt; its obvious that doctors don't want to help people, they only want to make money off people who are sick. this is truly disturbing, so all these people who live in rural south australia are in desperate need for medical practitioners yet no one are truly wanting to help. doesn't it make you skeptical about the true reason why these people became doctors? I guess I shouldn't be surprised afterall, doctors, lawyers, accountants etc they all want money, they are all the same. Its just saddens me how there may be people out there who truly wants to become a doctor for other people but not for the money, yet they don't qualify and people who are money whores get to be doctors and not truly wanting to help others. these doctors are real liers, yet people still worship them and see them as the greatest people in the world. I mean theres something wrong here. the general public worships people who make alot of money but not people who help others? I guess this is what the real world is like. it sickens me. but i guess without money there is no living.  still, I am glad I'm not a doctor. i guess each person's meaning of life is different, you can choose to be a money driven whore, or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112797503732402898?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112797503732402898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112797503732402898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112797503732402898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112797503732402898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-people-worship-doctors.html' title='Why do people worship doctors?'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112766085498665241</id><published>2005-09-26T00:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T00:37:34.993+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I can see my friends getting married in India with this website!</title><content type='html'>Girls! look what I've found while I was web surfing! Yahoo India Matrimony! &lt;a href="http://yahoo.shaadi.com/india-matrimony/"&gt;http://yahoo.shaadi.com/india-matrimony/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Indians looking for wives/husbands! You're one click away from getting married in India! Quick! sign up! okay maybe not sign up, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a browse! there are even some in Australia :S there are even 6'1 for Aminah! lol just kidding hehe its fun. go look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that my job as a match maker is done I'm off. night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112766085498665241?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112766085498665241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112766085498665241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112766085498665241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112766085498665241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-can-see-my-friends-getting-married.html' title='I can see my friends getting married in India with this website!'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112736722884131024</id><published>2005-09-22T14:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:03:48.863+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Thou shalt bring meat/savouries to the picnic!</title><content type='html'>Well here's what I've been told by Nei Nei 'your group has to bring meat/ savouries to the picnic' if we bring meat then it'll be a barbeque, if we bring savouries (lunch stuff) then it'll be a picnic. wooh! we have authority!&lt;br /&gt;Time: 28th Sept 2005, 11:00am - 5:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Where: where we had our last barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;Who: too many people, apparently 30 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry we only have to bring some savouries to share, its not like we have to bring meat for like 30 people. I dunno what i'll bring, what do you guys think? well i was gonna bitch about the whole group thing that they got going on again, but i thought pfft not worth wasting my breath anymore, thats just the way they are. well anyway I'll ring you guys sometime beforehand just to confirm. ciao for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112736722884131024?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112736722884131024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112736722884131024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112736722884131024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112736722884131024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/thou-shalt-bring-meatsavouries-to.html' title='Thou shalt bring meat/savouries to the picnic!'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112679710687038881</id><published>2005-09-16T00:24:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:41:46.880+09:30</updated><title type='text'>No one is perfect because no one can define perfect.</title><content type='html'>10 useless facts about the perfect me.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get mad when my nails are too long.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can be an extreme perfectionist and be highly anal rententive but I choose not to be.&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to a kindergarden called New Generation.&lt;br /&gt;4. I get cravings for eggs, miso soup, sushi, KFC wicked wings, and ice cream. actually i have more cravings than that.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will be making sushi this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;6. I cannot play soccer for shit.&lt;br /&gt;7. I just coughed.&lt;br /&gt;8. I use Winmx to do my illegal downloading.&lt;br /&gt;9. I really hate Australian Idol.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a cousin who I've never seen and he lives somewhere in Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Saathiya, 10 useless things about me, (internet, blogger) 2005 [ LOL look! I've referenced!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112679710687038881?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112679710687038881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112679710687038881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112679710687038881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112679710687038881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-one-is-perfect-because-no-one-can.html' title='No one is perfect because no one can define perfect.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112679603292249302</id><published>2005-09-16T00:11:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:23:52.930+09:30</updated><title type='text'>mama blogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its 12:13 am friday.  I am feeling rather unwell at the moment, I got a sore throat and a cold/ hayfever I believe. I have an essay due and a chemistry online exercise due later today. I have no fucking idea how I'm going to get a decent mark for my chemistry exercise, cause I hate maths and chemistry should not include maths. To take my mind off those stupid works that are due later today I just went to some random blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First of all I want to say there are alot of housewives who blog about homemaking! This is some fancinating stuff!  This one has been blogging for nearly 2 years! It has heaps of paintings in it. I really do wonder how does a woman manage to keep blogging about housekeeping? surely you can't write more than 250 words on fixing curtain rings? I am just amazed by the dedication this woman has to her blog and she has readers.  they are responsive as well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://homeliving.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is another one about housekeeping+ mothering. Her son has just upgraded by a belt in some martial arts course! Apparently she is an artist but ironically she has no paintings on her blog :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mentalmohair.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mentalmohair.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is creepy. A blog about the stuff that I absolutely hate! yes you guessed it! MATHS! crazy person who blabs on about neutral numbers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://paramanand.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://paramanand.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;R.E?  Don't ask me what it is, ask mr pray-a-thon (click below).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://credibility.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://credibility.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Apparently  its a subject.)&lt;a href="http://homeliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well anyway hope you guys will like some of the blogs that I've found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Groupie,&lt;br /&gt;a Liberated Muppet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112679603292249302?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112679603292249302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112679603292249302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112679603292249302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112679603292249302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/mama-blogs.html' title='mama blogs.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112649824374096625</id><published>2005-09-12T13:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:40:43.746+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Vomiting, dagwoods and fairy floss</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I went to the show on saturday. you want to know why? because my best friend says she might not be here next year so we'll probably never have the chance to go together again. well well guess i was too nice, I guess I would do it for you guys too but not for those people who i used to hang around eww eww eww. so anyway theres nothing new about the show, same old shit as expected. I went on one ride, its called the hard rock. before i went on, i just ate a dagwood and a corn cob with butter, so hmm.... the ride was okaily scary, i just get paranoid about everything collapsing riding enjoying anything as usual. but my stomach was like an activated washing machine when i was on the ride with all that frantic mixing going on i felt like vomiting. fortunately i didn't throw up but Leona did. so that was fun. :D but next year i'm definitely not giving in, its such a waste of time, a bad way of wasting time though. i bought no showbags due to low allowance or stingyness. I didn't even get to see the madagascar showbag &gt;_&lt; *cries* the show is the most overrated festival thingy ever. it sucks. oh yeah and i went on the ferris wheel, gosh they even sped it up, but u're like whaaaat? a ferris wheel IS supposed to be slow so that people can look around and enjoy the view from high above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm writing this i'm feeling terribly guilty as i'm exploiting the overseas student's facilities.  yes u guessed it! i'm using a computer that is reserved fro new study abroad students. well i guess they have no way of telling whether i am an overseas or not as i am chinese. ehheeh well anyway off i go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112649824374096625?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112649824374096625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112649824374096625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112649824374096625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112649824374096625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/vomiting-dagwoods-and-fairy-floss.html' title='Vomiting, dagwoods and fairy floss'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112563519517143306</id><published>2005-09-02T13:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:56:35.176+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A new job!</title><content type='html'>well I got bored and looked up the employment section on the union website. there are 30 positions available for food attendant that sells coffee, hotdogs, pies and ice cream on vans in the area of metropolitan adelaide. the wage is pretty good - $16.95 /hr. I think I'm gonna apply, you guys wanna apply with me? it would be fun, we could be ice cream people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112563519517143306?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112563519517143306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112563519517143306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112563519517143306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112563519517143306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-job.html' title='A new job!'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112562513028414692</id><published>2005-09-02T11:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:08:50.286+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Gosh am I that easily influenced?</title><content type='html'>Theres no way to say this except Hinda just fucks me off. she comes up to me and goes oh vote this vote that, and you're like pfft whatever, as if i can't make up my own mind to who i want to vote. she's such a manipulative bitch. gosh i hate her. I'm tempted to vote for people who she told me NOT to vote for, just to piss her off. but that would be illogical and immature. anyway back to voting for John, and Indie for On Dit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112562513028414692?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112562513028414692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112562513028414692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112562513028414692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112562513028414692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/gosh-am-i-that-easily-influenced.html' title='Gosh am I that easily influenced?'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112557061508805997</id><published>2005-09-01T19:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:00:15.096+09:30</updated><title type='text'>thats just great.</title><content type='html'>gosh, as if they're not giving me an interview. coles myer sucks. I reckon its because of that part about work preference that got me rejected, well it would be nice if they had a quiz that doesn't discriminate against scientists. god they're fucked. " if you're a scientist, you are generally antisocial and won't be suitable to be a retailer." well thanks, at least i'm not the one stuck working at some pathetic cashier. god you don't even need intelligence to be a check out person. then why the hell did they make us do a test?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they are just plain racist. i mean when do you see an asian working at coles, myer, or every other shop they own? see?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe they are out of vacant positions, or I'm just not suitable.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* feels so inadequate. guess i should start looking for other part time jobs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112557061508805997?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112557061508805997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112557061508805997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112557061508805997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112557061508805997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-just-great.html' title='thats just great.'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112512547655421101</id><published>2005-08-27T16:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:21:16.556+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I have a third world connection</title><content type='html'>My internet connection is slower than a snail!!!!! it is 3 times slower than what it usually is, and believe me my usual connection is slow compared to other people who have broadband and crap. I can't believe I'm even tolerating with this. GOD my internet company sucks. thats it we're getting broadband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. I need life. I don't like doing work. I should be doing more work, i mean i've done some this morning/early afternoon, but theres just heaps more that needs to be done. ie. my asia essay, and that oral i'm working with mei on, as well as psych prac, and next week i'll have another assignment added to the list which is bio report.  *sigh* god life sucks. so much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah if anyone want to go to show count me out. there is absolutely nothing special about that. I would rather go to some pet festival than the show. all you ever supposed to do is to see the animals, and if you go with a friend who doesn't like the smell of animals (cough cough Klaire) then you might as well hypernate at home. plus everything at the show is such a rip off, and the old creepy rides will dislodge any second. the only nice thing about the show is that deep fried sausage thing, can't remember what its called corndog? or something like that. its like a sausage on a stick and you put heaps of ketchup on it mmm yum. but anyway thats my bitch for the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112512547655421101?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112512547655421101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112512547655421101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112512547655421101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112512547655421101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-third-world-connection.html' title='I have a third world connection'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112484312095787795</id><published>2005-08-24T09:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:55:20.956+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm an ANTI-O</title><content type='html'>on my xanga i joined this blogring called ' We're the Anti Oprah! ' aren't you just so proud of me? I just hate it how she encourages people to believe in themselves when all she really believes in is botox and plastic surgery. god what a hypocrite? I hate people who get plastic surgery. she looks like she's 28 when she's like 70. geez. and i also hate her audience, those rich housewives who go on her show to see stupid celebrities, and whenever Oprah tells the audience about how sad things are in certain parts of the world, they are all like' aww and sighs'. its like god if you're aware of it, why don't you help instead of being audience on oprah and stares and tom cruise's stupid plastic fucker face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there should be another Anti Oprah blogring on blogger somewhere........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112484312095787795?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112484312095787795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112484312095787795' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112484312095787795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112484312095787795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-anti-o.html' title='I&apos;m an ANTI-O'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112484258694991945</id><published>2005-08-24T09:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:46:26.953+09:30</updated><title type='text'>God! this is the second time!</title><content type='html'>Fuck Wednesday. its the shittest day ever in the entire week, god i hated wednesday even when i was a child.  Guess what? i'm late for chemistry lecture again. thats it i'm not coming in next wednesday at 9. FUCK THAT! and FUCK the traffic! guess I'll have to stay till 5 for that stupid chem lecture. god these timetables are fucked. and the afternoon chem lecturer is heaps unenthustiastic, just because everyone goes to morning chem (even the afternoon chem ppl like me). If I were him i would be MORE enthustiastic to attract the afternoon chem students back, but no guess i'll just lie here and die. what a LOSER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the hugest fight with my lunchbox just then. Its heaps annoying, the zip of my bag keeps hitting the lunchbox and creates this ever so irritating noise when I walk. *sigh*  guess the smallest things could make me angry today. SO BEWARE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I just checked my email account which was created specially for colesmyer, and um now i need to take an online test to further my application. guess thats a good sign?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112484258694991945?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112484258694991945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112484258694991945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112484258694991945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112484258694991945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/god-this-is-second-time.html' title='God! this is the second time!'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112423687297215951</id><published>2005-08-17T09:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:31:12.976+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bus Chase</title><content type='html'>I missed my damn bus today, my mum had to chase the bus for me (by driving of course) and I still ended up missing it and waiting for 10 or so minutes. god the bus system is fucked up, c'mon 2 buses from the same busline one after another? unbelieveable! some bus driver must have drank the wrong coffee today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;As a result I was late for chemistry. by the time I get there they would already have commenced, and you have to walk in by yourself with 200000 trillion people looking at you like you're some sort of a freak. guess I really should be doing some work, I haven't been to a chem lecture at all yet this week..... I'm so behind...... I can't believe I'm always confessing to my blog this is so pathetic....&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna do some work now. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112423687297215951?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112423687297215951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112423687297215951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112423687297215951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112423687297215951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/bus-chase.html' title='Bus Chase'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112416632946335295</id><published>2005-08-16T13:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:55:29.470+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated by mathematical questions in chemistry</title><content type='html'>God! i spent about 2 hours straight doing this fucked up chemistry practical online exercise, and guess what? i only got 12 out of 20. god chemistry exercises this semester are fully screwed up, you haven't even been taught about these mathematical questions and you're expected to do almost 18 out of the possible 20 questions. hmm the stupid cunt who made up my online exercise deserves to be raped by 2000000000 trillion monkeys in 1 night and his/her heart should be scooped out with a blunt spoon and deep fried in pig fat. okay that makes me feel slightly better. I HATE MATHS. chemistry should never include any form of maths. evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112416632946335295?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112416632946335295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112416632946335295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112416632946335295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112416632946335295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/frustrated-by-mathematical-questions.html' title='Frustrated by mathematical questions in chemistry'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112411606834247381</id><published>2005-08-15T23:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:57:48.346+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Funniest thing that happened today, and other not so funny things that happened today</title><content type='html'>Well Well first off, an apology to Saathiya and Aminah for not being there at the asia lecture, I was obviously bludging at the last minute.... so sorry about that guys, but going to Glenelg is surely more fun than going to lectures lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the funny thing that happened today was this. Was outside Union Hall with friends and we were just chatting, then came this lady who was holding these blue business cards. She gave one to each of us, and as we were looking at the business card that looked more like a hair salon card advert thing, she started talking. She was like 'yeah come along to these talks when you have time.' and we were like 'yeah if we have time'. and then she asked 'do you guys know Jesus?' we had blank looks on our faces and some of us were like ' eerrr no...' ( I mean what the hell did she mean? did she mean whether we know him personally? or she thought we were lunatics who talk to dead people?) but anyway one of my friends replied 'no, we're not really religious.' and then the pious crazy hyperhappy lady said ' oh we're not religious either but we &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Jesus.' with a huge smile on her face. Trust me I almost lost it. That has to be one of the funniest things someone has said to me in agessss. It was hilarious! but um is it me or are christians generally don't get depressed, they are always full of positivity aren't they? geez I wonder where they get that sort of energy from :S oh yeah if you're still wondering what the blue cards they were actually EU cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to skipping lectures. I went to Glenelg with my friends and we just browsed and ate. after that went back to the city to get hot chocolate and went to play badminton. didn't get home till like 10:30.... still haven't done my chem online exercise yet... hope i didn't miss much this afternoon, or i'll have to make up for it on thursday...... *sigh* oh yeah and i'm super poor at the moment, so i'm still up for coffee if you want lunch with me then i'll probably have to beg my parents for more money..... *sigh* needs a job desperately.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more often once I get more free time. Stay in tune.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm too stupid to figure out how to link you guys still *sigh* shame shame. so stupid.... anyway take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112411606834247381?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112411606834247381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112411606834247381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112411606834247381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112411606834247381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/funniest-thing-that-happened-today-and.html' title='Funniest thing that happened today, and other not so funny things that happened today'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112384814102350113</id><published>2005-08-12T21:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:25:21.163+09:30</updated><title type='text'>An newspaper article I read today...</title><content type='html'>I read an article about Islamic schools in Australia today. Apparently Kim Beazeley (sp?) demands that all Islamic schools in Australia should teach about &lt;strong&gt;"Australian Values"&lt;/strong&gt; (ie tolerance, diversity, respect etc). okay &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; thing, just because some extreme Islamic Militants decide to bomb London stations that doesn't mean everyone who is Islamic is going to do the same. Thats just stereotypical, and we all know the truth about &lt;strong&gt;stereotypes&lt;/strong&gt; hmm..... maybe the next time another gay catholic paedophilic scandal emerges we should discriminate ALL catholics and NEVER let our children go to a Catholic church or school. Anyway back to Kim Beazeley, what this man has done here is &lt;strong&gt;purely racist&lt;/strong&gt;, and well stupid. He's only doing it because Islamics are a &lt;strong&gt;minority&lt;/strong&gt; in Australia. And to think Australia takes &lt;strong&gt;pride&lt;/strong&gt; in their multiculturism well looks like they should teach Australians these &lt;strong&gt;supposed "Australian values"&lt;/strong&gt; before they come in and tell people of a minority group what to do. cause Mr Beazeley surely has shown no Australian values in what he had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I went to an Australian non religious public school and to be honest I saw no display of "Australian values" except for &lt;strong&gt;racism, and intolerance&lt;/strong&gt;. Did you know that Islamic schools had to rise the Australian flag each day and sing the national anthem in asseblies? I think Islamic schools are more Australian than real life Australian schools, speaking from real life experience here I never had to sing the National Anthem at an assembly. Plus I believe that religion's main intention is to guide people to benevolence, not hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I am hardly political, this is properly the only entry about politics you will find on my blog. ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112384814102350113?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112384814102350113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112384814102350113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112384814102350113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112384814102350113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/newspaper-article-i-read-today.html' title='An newspaper article I read today...'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15286422.post-112367423844868911</id><published>2005-08-10T20:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:13:58.453+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Miss Piggy saved my life......</title><content type='html'>Miss Piggy is a heroine, she saved my life. She cutted the strings attached to me so I could run away from that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVIL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people behind "the Muppets". and now i am free.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway so a little bit about me before i start my first proper entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) I love the colour green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2) Daria is the BEST animation series ever :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3) My friends got me into their cult of Bollywood films. But i'm an obedient adherent cult member *sigh* the power of peer pressure *tear* BUT i enjoy it, i did once think it was just a cult that my friends started but no that idea dismissed ever since i watched Saathiya. (have been brain washed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4) I enjoy washing dishes and brushing teeth. i think i've been influenced by Amelie and Utada Hikaru! yes.... utada made a music video where they filmed her doing nothing else but washing dishes. now everytime i hear Hikari i have the impulse to wash dishes hahahaha and as with brushing teeth well i really don't know where it came from, i guess i just started to enjoy the little things in life more. woah! each teeth brushing experience is a life changing journey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5) i like joni mitchell not for her voice but her paintings of herself. well her songs are good too, but i like her paintings more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6) i totally admire shiro taniguchi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15286422-112367423844868911?l=liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/feeds/112367423844868911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15286422&amp;postID=112367423844868911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112367423844868911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15286422/posts/default/112367423844868911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liberatedmuppet.blogspot.com/2005/08/miss-piggy-saved-my-life.html' title='Miss Piggy saved my life......'/><author><name>a liberated muppet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04531006560136252361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.tenvoordeford.com/big_bird.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
