<?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-34891449</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:05:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappz =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-5452294320301857711</id><published>2007-08-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T08:15:30.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. I'm back with a brand new story. Grossed out people can leave now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; READ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. The following story is guaranteed to be a &lt;em&gt;total&lt;/em&gt; gross out factor. Any nauseousness after reading is NOT our fault. Nor is there any insurance =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. The characters in this fic are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is strictly coincidental (purely your imagination) and not intended by us. I repeat, .... nah. you shall just read it again yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Of Escapism&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were in their hotel rooms after a long and busy day in Hong Kong. After waiting for so long, the trip had finally arrived. They sit together on the bed. Somehow, for the first time in their lives, they felt kind of awkward, they have no idea what to say to each other. He was the one who broke the silence first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turning to Zack, he said, “Let’s make this Hong Kong night an unforgettable one.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their eyes met in the dim orangey lights given off by the hotel lamp. A smile tugged at the corner of Zack’s lips as he gave a slight nod. Serge stretched to off the lamp and they started peeling off each other’s clothes hungrily. His lips touched every inch of Zack’s skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their lips met, and Zack responded eagerly, forgetting his shyness. Unable to hold his urge back anymore, he broke away from Zack and undressed himself as quickly as he can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Are you sure…?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serge put a finger to his lips and silenced him with a kiss. They rolled over, with Zack on top and he began to trail kisses down Serge’s chest. He stuck out his tongue and was about to lick when Serge gave a sudden shriek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I’m so sorry!” he apologized profusely. Serge’s skin had been caught between his braces. How embarrassing was that?! He blushed, and sat up, stopping whatever he was doing. Serge rolled over and caressed his flushed cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“It’s ok” he whispered seductively into Zack’s ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling reassured, Zack licked off Serge’s blood from his wound. They kissed once more, and Serge searched for his blood in Zack’s mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zack pushed him away. “What about Haris? Jojo*?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“What about them?” Serge retorted, brushing his question off with a stroke of his hand. “I love you, Zack. You. Only you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With that, he put his arms around Zack and probes his tongue deep inside Zack’s mouth, stealing his French kiss. (though not that he mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You’re so hot, you know that?” Serge murmured, blowing lightly into Zack’s ears. Zack shivered in pure pleasure and delight. They kissed again, and Serge’s fingers were caressing him, even places that a young man shouldn’t touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an author's note: Jojo is not who you think it is =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-5452294320301857711?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/5452294320301857711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=5452294320301857711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/5452294320301857711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/5452294320301857711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-2951811134856711119</id><published>2007-08-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:28:44.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do u noe? I ACTUALLY UPDATED!</title><content type='html'>Your wish is my command, baybehs! *boogie-points at the tag board*&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, ohkay. So I am acting disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here to present the wonderful story written by Ju-on (the one that sits on ur bed in the middle of the night) and Poo-ey. We are wonderful wonderful authors. Whom one of them's wonderful vocabulary is wonderfully limited (which is me) and turns the wonderful storylines wonderfully similar. (which is me) Yes. There will be a whole SERIES (maybe) of short stories and here is ONE of them. AHAHAHA. It's pretty GAAAAAAAY. So a byebye to you if you prefer strictly straight couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Read at YOUR OWN RISK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. There is absolutely NO INSURANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. The characters and events in the story is fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental or more likely to be your IMAGINATION (great minds think alike, huh =D) and is unintentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo~ The story is acoming dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever My Heart Calls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sighhhhh. Haris." Serge stared at Haris with dreamy eyes while daydreaming about him. To him, Haris was the sweetest, the prettiest being he had ever seen. No one, absolutely no one, can match up to him. Somewhere between their silly jokes and fights, he had developed a crush on him. A crush so strong that send thrills down his spine every time Haris touches him and heart thumping hard when he’s nearby. Every single day, minute, and even second, he dreams of being Haris’s boyfriend. What can be more wonderful than that?&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he began to do things that he hope that will attract Haris’s attention. Using Haris’s favourite words… Copy his actions… Waiting to go home with him… The list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;However, things did not go the way Serge had planned. If Haris felt anything from his actions, it had to be irritation. Needless to say, the hardest blow had been at lunch break…&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, going home yet?” Serge asked with a big wide grin.&lt;br /&gt;“No. Got NCC. 不会看meh.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. Nevermind, I wait for you,” he replied eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;“No need lah. I can go home with my NCC friends.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok lah. I want to,” Serge pouted&lt;br /&gt;“Walao 你act cute很恶心leh,”&lt;br /&gt;“Where got?” he whined.&lt;br /&gt;“Aiya diam lah! I go home myself ok!”&lt;br /&gt;Hurt by his reaction, Serge bit his lips, trying to hold back his tears. “Ok” was all he could muster before running towards the Gents to have a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;Was I too harsh? Haris wondered. He was deciding between checking out on Serge when Jones came to his seat. Immediately, he was distracted by Jones' presence and forgot about his ordeal with Serge.&lt;br /&gt;“Argh, I need to go toilet,” Haris complained. He stood up and strode to the toilet. There, he heard weeping sounds coming from the only closed cubicle. Realization struck him.&lt;br /&gt;“Serge?” Haris called. “Is that you?”&lt;br /&gt;The human being in the cubicle whimpered. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you don’t answer, I’m climbing in!” Haris tried again. However, there was still no reply. He then climbed on top of the toilet bowl in the cubicle beside it and jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;“Omg, omg! Why are you crying?” he gushed, concern. “It was me, wasn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;Serge looked away.&lt;br /&gt;“Look,” Haris said, cupping Serge’s chin with his hand, brushing away his tear with his thumb. “Sorry I hurt your feelings. I will do anything to cheer you up ok.”&lt;br /&gt;Serge looked up at him hopefully. “Really? Even if it mean…”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, even if it means… I love you, Serge, I always does.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really?!” Serge exclaimed, flinging his arms around Haris's neck.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Haris murmured, kissing his neck, his ears, his lips. “Yes”&lt;br /&gt;A century later, they broke apart. There is something – something unspoken – that they both know they had to do. Smiling contentedly, they made themselves comfortable in the toilet’s floor.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you disappointed?? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-2951811134856711119?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/2951811134856711119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=2951811134856711119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/2951811134856711119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/2951811134856711119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-do-u-noe-i-actually-updated.html' title='what do u noe? I ACTUALLY UPDATED!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-6651111608718424815</id><published>2007-03-04T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T05:33:09.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAPs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YAY. I'm suddenly &lt;strong&gt;inspired &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;em&gt;crap &lt;/em&gt;luh. Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A, B, C D E,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all makes sense to me!&lt;br /&gt;F G H I J K L,&lt;br /&gt;My results never turns out well!&lt;br /&gt;M N O P Q R S,&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to save my ass?!&lt;br /&gt;T, U, V W X,&lt;br /&gt;Save me from mom and her axe.&lt;br /&gt;Y, Z, Y Y Z,&lt;br /&gt;And I drift to eternal sleep. ZzZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yays! Tell me what can be crappier than &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-6651111608718424815?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/6651111608718424815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=6651111608718424815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/6651111608718424815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/6651111608718424815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2007/03/craps.html' title='CRAPs!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-635014501789721412</id><published>2007-02-26T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:51:09.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blah. I'm so officially declaring war with Geography. Fancy studying 5 chapters for 25 marks?! And chapter 1 wasn't even in the exam setter's mind. However, we were happily told that "Claaaaaaass. The exam topics are chapter 1-5." Alright, I don't remember the exact words. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. It's just sian luh. I hate Geography. =( I'm just gonna complain and complain and complain. Disappointed? Sorry, that it's a waste of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time to go off topic. I'm seriously wondering how people know my blog. Other then those who asked and I told. Have I been talking in my sleep?! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History tomoro. *complains*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian. No "inspiration" to "crap" le. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-635014501789721412?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/635014501789721412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=635014501789721412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/635014501789721412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/635014501789721412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2007/02/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-3879489384931199276</id><published>2007-02-09T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T02:45:44.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Toilet. A supposedly sacred area; an holy area, for students. Why? Because that's where we go when we feel a tsunami approaching. Or when we feel like making a chocolate cake all of a sudden. Or changing in and out of PE/class tees/jerseys/ cca uni etc at times, for some of us. Or when we feel like crying (like, after a bad exams grade's been returned?). Or simply when we just feel like '&lt;em&gt;pon-ing&lt;/em&gt;' class for awhile. For like, a 5 minutes break, perhaps? Oh well. You know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So as you know, among Nanhuarians, our school is the ever famous &lt;strong&gt;6 stars&lt;/strong&gt; toilet. Excuse me. But I am feeling a little sick please. Like hello? It looks more of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;negative&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 6 stars toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When we were sec 1, the only thing lacking in our toilets were well, toilet paper. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awws~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sanitary pads for public's pleasure-viewing was an occasional sight too. Because the sanitary bin was placed outside the cubicle, near the toilet's door, where you can tell the whole world "Hey, I'm having menses now =)" And some people are too lazy to simply go out and throw, or do not want to "embarrass" themselves and simply left it inside the cubicle and rot. (Ok. So I don't particularly know why they leave it in the cubicle.) And stink. Ouch, right? Or people just opened one and decided "Oh shit. I don't really need it." And left it there too. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But now?! We've got our much needed tissue and sanitary bin, thanks. But 2 out of 4 cubicles' locks are spoilt? Wth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yWStBHnQQI/RcxOtxoRY_I/AAAAAAAAABI/1lGbZelh_lM/s1600-h/6+stars+-+no+tissue!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029481432189330418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yWStBHnQQI/RcxOtxoRY_I/AAAAAAAAABI/1lGbZelh_lM/s400/6+stars+-+no+tissue!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no tissue??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yWStBHnQQI/RcxOuBoRZAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mjf76ztRltg/s1600-h/6+stars+-+no+way!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029481436484297730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yWStBHnQQI/RcxOuBoRZAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mjf76ztRltg/s400/6+stars+-+no+way!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;like, what is the tissue doing on top of a 6 stars' toilet's toilet bowl?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yWStBHnQQI/RcxOuBoRZBI/AAAAAAAAABY/IxaVD-HjZN8/s1600-h/Seriously+u+muz+hav+meant+NEGATIVE+6+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029481436484297746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yWStBHnQQI/RcxOuBoRZBI/AAAAAAAAABY/IxaVD-HjZN8/s400/Seriously+u+muz+hav+meant+NEGATIVE+6+stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt;?!?! (sorry about my finger xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I regret failing to take pictures of the lock, it totally slipped my mind and they just got it repaired recently (If I'm not wrong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I sincerely apologise how my photos sucked because I sucked, well at taking photos. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway. Tata~ =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S. is there something wrong with blogger or me? i wanted my words at the center but it just won't stay center. GR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-3879489384931199276?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/3879489384931199276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=3879489384931199276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/3879489384931199276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/3879489384931199276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2007/02/toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yWStBHnQQI/RcxOtxoRY_I/AAAAAAAAABI/1lGbZelh_lM/s72-c/6+stars+-+no+tissue!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-116861902322141005</id><published>2007-01-12T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:23:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>School life. Is. Simply. U-N-B-E-A-R-A-B-L-E. &lt;br /&gt;Sitting there. Trying to listen. Trying to &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like you're listening. Urghs. &lt;br /&gt;Especially like sitting at the first row. S-C-A-R-Y. &lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad at first. While you're still un-sleepy. But as it drags on and lessons get boring-er. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day on the headlines and obituaries you'll see my "big name" printed over there. Suicide due to over-stress in school. Poor Girl was Overworked. Or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkae. That won't happen. 'Coz seriously? If I'm the suicide type I'll be dead loong ago. x) I wonder if it's fortunately or UNfortunately that I'm somewhat afraid of pain (like when you cut yourself) since it's probably the reason why I'm alive today. Oh well. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on Thurs while wearing the tie I discovered something. If you don't already know, the school is P-E-R-V-E-R-S-E. No, I have prove. Seriously. I mean just look at where the school badge on your blouse/shirt and on your tie is pointing to. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And E-Learning sucked big time today. I was ew-ed out. I realized too that how rusty my maths has gone over the past year, with &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. So lousy that I actually failed it. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-116861902322141005?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/116861902322141005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=116861902322141005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/116861902322141005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/116861902322141005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-116766525356535465</id><published>2007-01-01T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T07:30:48.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm. Nothing to talk about LEH. *glares at the screen* x) Just kidding. But heh. Why are you reading this anyway? There's nothing interesting, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I thought I got over my DN addiction. But after watching Death Note 2 (with Eng Jue and Isabelle) the addiction came back - twice as strong &gt;&lt;" The next day I went to comics connection and found that I wanted just &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many things. DN wallet.. DN handphone strap.. DN set.. blahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We had our Band BBQ the same day I watched DN2 x) It was nice but somewhat.. &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;? Urm, as in the hahaha type. There was a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of things we forgot. Like charcoal, lighter and scissors. It started raining not long after though, and we thought the others are not coming but in the end the seniors did come back. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but I'm simply too lazy. Not that anyone will read this anyway... right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-116766525356535465?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/116766525356535465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=116766525356535465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/116766525356535465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/116766525356535465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2007/01/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-115989051272766575</id><published>2006-10-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:48:32.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O boy o boy. First I told everyone that who she likes. Second I went announcing that u guys are baddies while im an angel. Next I acted cute. And lastly, I cried?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Oic.. U found the "wor" act cute huh? Too bad. U bu shuang u can always leave. And perhaps even never come here again. Big Deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kae. I must thank u so much too. I jus noe that the sentence "I should not let ___ get to me" Is actually a way of insult!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw.. I just meant that she stated at two diff place two diff things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1st: insulting A's nemesis&lt;br /&gt;2nd: insulting A&lt;br /&gt;3rd: insulting A's nemesis. (again?)&lt;br /&gt;4th: insulting both A and A's nemesis." - Hm. Very interesting. Im so sorry for being an English retard. So i went to check up on nemesis (lols. no sarcasm here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem‧e‧sis  &lt;br /&gt;–noun, plural -ses &lt;br /&gt;1. something that a person cannot conquer, achieve, etc.: The performance test proved to be my nemesis.  &lt;br /&gt;2. an opponent or rival whom a person cannot best or overcome.  &lt;br /&gt;3. (initial capital letter) Classical Mythology. the goddess of divine retribution.  &lt;br /&gt;4. an agent or act of retribution or punishment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i conclude = im so sorry but i still dun understan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u wanna play childish i oso can.&lt;br /&gt;u wanna play mature oso can.&lt;br /&gt;u wanna use act cute oso can.&lt;br /&gt;u wanna act cool oso can.&lt;br /&gt;i can do them too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry if im childish act mature act cute act cool.&lt;br /&gt;And I never said u carn do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-115989051272766575?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/115989051272766575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=115989051272766575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115989051272766575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115989051272766575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-boy-o-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-115986708134933352</id><published>2006-10-03T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:18:01.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>OH-KAE. someone was lyk telling michelle that i told EVERYONE who michelle lyks; accusing me of something i never did. wtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtf. (and i *think* from what i saw, i wasn't suppose to be angry. NICE.) And it's not just that. She announced it on her blog as though i went around telling ALMOST EVERYONE this time, that "eh.. Michelle lyks whowhowho. Is *THEY* tell me one wor!!" &gt;&lt;" At least, from what *someone* state at her blog, it makes me think that.&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I couldn't be bothered to explain (why im with *her*). Think what you want, but I'm not on ANYONE's side (anymore??).&lt;br /&gt;And oh. So *we* were at the MACs. And *she* was like telling me, how i should not trust *THEM* blablabla.. and how i should be 'more like her'. &gt;&lt; LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think this might be quite.. confusing???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-115986708134933352?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/115986708134933352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=115986708134933352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115986708134933352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115986708134933352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-115979570205287542</id><published>2006-10-02T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T06:28:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once again...</title><content type='html'>ok. im so FUCKED. Imagine coming back from dinner to learn that "A" was calling me a bitch. I asked her what I did her wrong and? I was dao-ed. So I went to the only place that I probably get a bit of an idea what was going on. And so I learnt. I told "L" something confidential and that ALMOST EVERYBODY who dahhling likes. A serious case of am i pissed or am i pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? I had no recollections of doing just that. I asked L. Another "no". If i was guilty i would definitely apologise. But i wasn't lo. Telling almost everyone.. whatever luh. L knew long before I did BY THE WAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Should not let *your'all* get to me. Not lyk this is the 1st tym this had happened anyway. HMPHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY i have great frens lyk Sonn whos there to listen me crapp.. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come here &gt;&lt; hahas... THANKS SONJIA! MUACKS I LURVE U!! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-115979570205287542?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/115979570205287542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=115979570205287542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115979570205287542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115979570205287542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2006/10/once-again.html' title='once again...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34891449.post-115899913921927158</id><published>2006-09-23T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T01:43:19.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since Im so bored &gt;&lt;&lt;strong&gt; u&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to noe wads wrong wif us b4. so here u go if u bother coming here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wednesday so idiot larhs.. kept us back so late until lyk 1.50 or so... &gt;&lt; &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; was waiting outside the classroom for duno who. So right. Someone realised that the next day (Thurs) got Cleaniness check.. so we go cleaned up the classrm.. by then&lt;strong&gt; SHE&lt;/strong&gt; duno run until where le. But later got msg come up say &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; and Jensi waiting for Jia Xin they all... By the time we left is.. 2.30? Duno. Should be thereabouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then hor. I dun wan go home yet mahs. So go lot 1 buy the manga larhs. Then mit Sonjia and Norine ^^ And off we went in the popular to shop for Lydia's b'day prezzie.. Den we sit bus home le lah.. chatting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I reached home... I learnt smth tht TOALLY ruined my mood. I forgot to bring my keys and my mom opened the door for me. she was lyk, effing pissed and asked me why i came hme so late.. blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I learnt apparently, &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; had called up my hse to ask for 'hwk' and cldn't reach me. so she was lyk "Har? She hasnt come hme yet? But sch let out at 1.30!!" (sorry but ur futile attempt to get me into trouble DIDNT work) my mom had told me tht she asked &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt; for her name so tht i can call her bac but &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; refused to say, saying tht &lt;strong&gt;she'll&lt;/strong&gt; sms me instead. Perhaps you had tot tht by nt doin so i wldnt noe hu called. bt too bad, i hav my ways. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Den my mom had a chat with &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt; my mom asked hows sch n e teachers &gt;&lt; n &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; said sch's gd and the teachers are v gd..? DOTS. a serious case of contradiction. The rest i carn rmb =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So.. later, &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; called agn. &lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt; was lyk "felicia. wads e hwk for todae?" ("duno" &gt;&lt;" lah) "did u go out wif eng jue they all jus nw?" ('no') "Where were u?" ('lot 1') "hu were u wif" ('sonjia n norine') "why" ('buy bday prezzie for lydia lor') "why u nv include me?!?!" ('...' urm. pls. it's nt lyk u noe sonn n nor. y muz i include u anw. plus i did ask if u wan to go lot 1 either on tues or wed on MON. ur the one tht say u dun feel lyk it tho u'll consider coz u no $. r u des 4 frens or wad &gt;&lt;) "i heard frm *some1* tht ni he eng jue they all he hao le" ("...") "*A* tell me is she call eng jue nt to tell me one leh. maybe i reli mistaken her. do u think i shld apologise to her?" (*forgot reply* anw.. &gt;&lt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;theres more.. but nvm. anw. i hate hw&lt;strong&gt; u&lt;/strong&gt; LURVE acting innocent. it makes me shudders and nauseous. Pls lah. for god's sake. &lt;strong&gt;u &lt;/strong&gt;shld jus STOP. even if &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; love ACTING thts nt the way lor. &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; shld blame it on urself tht u dun dare to speak up for urself n join ELDDS. if &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; reli wanted to ur parents oso v hard to force u de lors. e fac tht&lt;strong&gt; u&lt;/strong&gt; r nt in eldds doesnt mean tht &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; shld act in frnt of others lor. ok nvm im strtin not to make sense x) but &lt;strong&gt;ur&lt;/strong&gt; truly strting to disgust me mor n mor le. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And abt ytd. seriously lah. &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;r seating at my table. im packing my bag. &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt; happily n dramactically swung &lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;r hand and hit me sq on the nose/eye there. and tell me u dint expect me there. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;my nose bleed ltr tht dae btw x)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34891449-115899913921927158?l=poo-network.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/feeds/115899913921927158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34891449&amp;postID=115899913921927158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115899913921927158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34891449/posts/default/115899913921927158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poo-network.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
