<?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-36232035</id><updated>2011-11-20T17:40:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a NUTSHELL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1450300519148361833</id><published>2010-09-14T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:53:54.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1450300519148361833?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1450300519148361833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1450300519148361833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1282931267141774197</id><published>2009-07-22T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:21:18.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WIKI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2D:4D digit ratio&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best, non-invasive, marker of prenatal hormone exposure is the ratio of the second and fourth finger lengths (2D:4D ratio), a known sexually dimorphic measure (males showing lower ratios than females). Patients with androgen over-exposure (such as in congenital adrenal hyperplasia) show lower 2D:4D ratios, providing evidence linking prenatal androgen exposure as key to this feature. Additionally, the 2D:4D ratio has been shown to be affected by variation in the androgen receptor gene. The ratio of testosterone to estrogen in amniotic fluid has also been found to be negatively correlated with the 2D:4D ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent studies indicate that homosexual women have masculinized (lower) ratios and homosexual men show either hyper-masculinized or feminized ratios. These findings reinforce the prenatal androgen model - abnormal prenatal hormone exposure is related to the development of human homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fraternal birth order effect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies show that homosexual men have higher numbers of older male siblings. This finding led to the development of the fraternal birth order effect theory of homosexuality, stating that a mother becomes progressively immunized to successive male children, leading to increased chances of homosexuality in later male children. The mechanism involves the mother producing increasing anti-male antibodies to male-specific antigens expressed in male fetuses. These antibodies are thought to block the full masculinization of the fetal brain by “binding to and inactivating male-specific molecules located on the surface of fetal brain cells” thus preventing the morphogenesis of masculinized sexual preferences. Estimations indicate that there is a 33% increase in chances of homosexuality in a male child with each older male sibling. A BBC study reported that the fraternal birth order effect does not apply to left-handed homosexual males. Support for this theory is given by data indicating that the effect holds true only for biological brothers and the chances of male homosexuality is not increased by the number of older stepbrothers or adoptive siblings. This theory does not apply to the development of female homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Developmental instability and handedness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chances of being left-handed are increased in homosexual populations. Homosexual men have an approximate 34% odds ratio of being non-right-handed while lesbian women have 91% odds of being so, both compared to heterosexual populations. It has been proposed that non-right-handedness (including ambidexterity) is related to homosexuality through developmental instability. Developmental instability refers to the level of vulnerability to environmental and genetic stresses and perturbations during development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Response to visual sexual stimuli&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent functional magnetic resonance imaging study has demonstrated that upon viewing of both heterosexual and homosexual erotic visual stimuli, only those images corresponding to the subject’s sexual orientation produced hypothalamic activation patterns associated with sexual arousal. The response of heterosexuals viewing heterosexual adult videos showed the same pattern of sexual arousing neural processing as homosexuals viewing same-sex adult videos, while the viewing of the opposite orientation’s images did not elicit the same response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuroscience_and_sexual_orientation"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuroscience_and_sexual_orientation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1282931267141774197?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1282931267141774197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1282931267141774197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/07/wiki-2d4d-digit-ratio-best-non-invasive.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5316168375903777167</id><published>2009-04-21T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:49:02.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not your boyfriend baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know I rep' this shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it tatted on my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you fuckin' with my city&lt;br /&gt;Then you fuckin' with my kin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rep' this shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hands up on your chest&lt;br /&gt;Motherfuckers best believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're fuckin' with the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kill the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the whi--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kill the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5316168375903777167?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5316168375903777167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5316168375903777167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/04/motherfuckin-magic.html' title='I&apos;m not your boyfriend baby'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8560542374382709803</id><published>2009-04-05T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:35:03.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your 'ily's in unexpected places, &lt;br /&gt;Whilst residing in the  &lt;br /&gt;Unfavourable class i'm doomed to. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I snuck onto my  &lt;br /&gt;Old phone that my dad was using, &lt;br /&gt;And spent &lt;br /&gt;Hours transferring all your textes to me &lt;br /&gt;Onto paper. &lt;br /&gt;Three full pages; &lt;br /&gt;..3am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its as if, &lt;br /&gt;Monday knew that &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would happen. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I won't &lt;br /&gt;forget &lt;br /&gt;that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8560542374382709803?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8560542374382709803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8560542374382709803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-funny-seeing-your-ilys-in.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6441693175165020829</id><published>2009-03-29T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:07:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st April- Public Talk: &lt;u&gt;Power and Strangeness of the Quantum&lt;/u&gt; by Professor Serge Haroche at Shaw Foundation Alumni House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a talk on quantum physics on wednesday at NUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7pm and light dinner will be served,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know its pointless asking, but who wants to come??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE would be great (because i know no one would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please? please? please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna crash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashing a &lt;em&gt;lecture  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaahahahahhahaahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6441693175165020829?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6441693175165020829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6441693175165020829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-april-public-talk-power-and.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3370200745679118743</id><published>2009-03-16T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:23:23.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;From The Matrix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Smith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes alot of sense, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3370200745679118743?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3370200745679118743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3370200745679118743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-matrix-agent-smith-id-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5534197036202277733</id><published>2009-03-10T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:53:38.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like we never even</title><content type='html'>[Clearing out folders, I found this.]  [From a chain mail:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;herself just because she's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;blind.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;boyfriend. He's always there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;She said that if she could only see&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;the world, she&lt;br /&gt;would marry her&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;eyes to her and she could see&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;can see the world, will you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;marry me?" The girl was shocked when&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;she saw that her boyfriend was blind&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;and later wrote a letter to her&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;saying.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;"Just take care of my eyes dear." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5534197036202277733?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5534197036202277733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5534197036202277733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-we-never-even.html' title='like we never even'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-373675703063400010</id><published>2009-03-03T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:12:09.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deflowered over and Over</title><content type='html'>On last thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G1 and C3 are equal in suckiness/awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, it doesn't really matter i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Except for one person (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i say i miss ms sim, i actually mean every word of it yknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FSHIT CHEM SCREAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out&lt;br /&gt;and spend&lt;br /&gt;all my money&lt;br /&gt;with you on you and&lt;br /&gt;then starve and survive on your food&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;Month, MUAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey die already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE HALF DAY ON FRIDAY. IS THERE, IS THERE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing some kind of frustration here. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snigggerr-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-373675703063400010?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/373675703063400010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/373675703063400010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/03/deflowered-over-and-over.html' title='Deflowered over and Over'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-7571929592705924755</id><published>2009-02-21T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:00:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT MY COUSIN'S IPOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna keep it a secret from my dad (:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhhhhh :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I made my decision to switch to 3C3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in all seriousness, its only cus Harriet's in there that I've got the confidence to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRIET BE HONORED, and on second thoughts, TAKE GOOD CARE OF ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing G1. Haha really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cont. later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-7571929592705924755?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7571929592705924755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7571929592705924755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-my-cousins-ipod-gonna-keep-it.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8618877442817774731</id><published>2009-02-13T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:18:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SZRZs7iSMQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Mpup4DTV2j4/s1600-h/cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301961289752523010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SZRZs7iSMQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Mpup4DTV2j4/s400/cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate Suicides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Tears when&lt;br /&gt;they are&lt;br /&gt;shed&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Love that&lt;br /&gt;brings&lt;br /&gt;always brings&lt;br /&gt;some hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate (your) Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate It&lt;br /&gt;when you&lt;br /&gt;Cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Me&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;I did this&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that which i have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Death&lt;br /&gt;-of a loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8618877442817774731?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8618877442817774731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8618877442817774731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-suicides.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SZRZs7iSMQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Mpup4DTV2j4/s72-c/cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4702581297144864752</id><published>2009-02-12T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:09:48.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this.is.GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards, well, my tablet's banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't know if i'll ever post here again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone would lend me their's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is no one... so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I THINK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4702581297144864752?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4702581297144864752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4702581297144864752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/thisisgoodbye.html' title='this.is.GOODBYE'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8703029206776577084</id><published>2009-02-11T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:28:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A follow-up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;" The argument that procreation is an essential element of marriage is usually only brought up in the context of arguing against same-sex marriage. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/ethics/samesexmarriage/against_4.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/ethics/samesexmarriage/against_4.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major point in many cases against gays is that: It is UNNATURAL! Male with male or female with female is Wrong, (Disgusting), they shouldn't be together! Why? Cus they can't make babies like &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; Heterosexual couples can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about how gay married couples would wish a family of their own. When you love someone, you would love to have a kid with that special person. The obvious means for gay couples which everyone knows, is to adopt, but its the same as with hetero couples who are unable to have kids - they'd like a special child of their own, and many face heartaches because they can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought, what if same-sex couples Could have babies? What if you took stem cells from a woman, and tried to turn it into a sperm? It got me thinking about changing my dream career path into Bio instead of Physics for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was only today that i got around doing some actual researching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interestingly, for about the last twenty years, scientists have been researching methods to achieve same-sex procreation for humans, either through the creation of &lt;u&gt;female sperm&lt;/u&gt; or a &lt;u&gt;male egg&lt;/u&gt;. There has been success with experiments with animals, like chicken or mice, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course one tricky bit you might wonder about, is about the chromosomes. Female cells are generally XX, so how could you make sperms out of them? There are actually techniques such as micro-cell mediated chromosome transfer and mammalian artificial chromosomes which can be used to add natural or artificial Y chromosomes to female cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An excerpt from the website &lt;a href="http://www.samesexprocreation.com/"&gt;http://www.samesexprocreation.com/&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In February 2006, Japanese scientists at the University of Tokyo report on creating male eggs in fish, by extracting adult male germ cells from trout testicles, and transplanting them into an undifferentiated embryonic gonad in a female trout embryo's peritoneal cavity. The male eggs so produced were able to fertilized by sperm, achieving same-sex procreation in fish. While this procedure is unacceptable for humans, it does suggest that human same-sex procreation is a solvable problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If heterosexuals can use technical assistance to have children, same-sex couples can have children using the same methods. It wouldn't make sense to ban same-sex procreation, and therefore gay sex , and gay marriages should then be legal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To return to the statement at the beginning, Marriage is apparently the symbolism and upholding of love, right? But now babies are just but one of the aspects of marriage, and neither does society make having children a requirement for marriage. Moreover, what has having kids got to do with truly loving another person, which is what marriage is ultimately about? Whatever shit about this gender or that sex shouldn't matter since LOVE CONQUERS ALL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8703029206776577084?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8703029206776577084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8703029206776577084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-up-to-previous.html' title='A follow-up..'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8953971375020566637</id><published>2009-02-11T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:34:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read this. Its by linsha's friend Lisa, i really like the way she thinks, and i thought this post of hers was pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from a very biased point of view&lt;br /&gt;and according to "harming no one, wherefore call them wrong",&lt;br /&gt;instead of homosexuality being a sin,&lt;br /&gt;heterosexuality should be the sin instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we are already facing overpopulation and if more hetero couples get married, there'll be more kids. hence more people. and thus harming the environment and the planet because one last thing we need on this planet is another million people. thus harming the world, thus call heteros wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas homo couples cant reroduce which is a good thing apparently, given the opverpopulation. and the fact that homos dont harm anyone/anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, from this warped perspective,&lt;br /&gt;heterosexuality is a sin while homosexuality is not a sin, and in fact should be encouraged. OKAY IGNORE THE ENCOURAGE PART.&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After geog, we all know a birth rate of about 2.1 (i think) is important for the building and survivial of our country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building and survival? I means Competition in the global economy, defense against possibility of Wars, and the aging shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition: &lt;br /&gt;lisa -&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'but, think about it. the world's facing all these problems now, the economic recession, global warming, pollution, everything. almost everything is due to one thing: advancement in technology. and this advancement in technology is due to what? people becoming smarter and knowing more things. if we stop knowing so much things, we might actually be able to postpone the end of the world. so humans want to advance, make progress, development. but what are they for? isn't it all for living a better life? but if this "better life" we're talking about now does not require, or in fact, is opposing man gaining more knowledge, would we still want to progress like that? would we still force ourselves to take in so much information?&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wars: So advanced, so intelligent, so humane aren't we? Why should war be happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aging, well maybe we shouldn't have overpopulated in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all linked, advancement, global crisis due to advancement, freedom of speech due to advancement bringing more people becoming homos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that everyone should be homos. I just wish homophobes wouldn't be homophobic, although i think heteros being disgusted by homos [are homos disgusted by heteros?] as justified as that little tinge of racism/prejudice that's within all of us. As with racism and prejudice and other religious-based disagreements, we all ought to exercise tolerance and be readily flexible with such prejudices. For example, if you have a prejudice against homos [prejudice is usually collective] and there's this homo you get to know, DON'T LET PREJUDICE LIMIT YOURSELF. Don't limit yourself in interaction, befriending, till you can be really sure you dislike a person. Because even if while through this interaction you cant help but dislike the person, eventually you might find something nice about the person which lets you overcome that prejudice you have for homos in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the homos vs heteros bit, i believe in balance so I'd say, lets have some homos and some heteros and everyone else- bi, 3rd gender, whatever. After all, a little bit of everything is healthy as everything are balanced in having pros and cons. Plus if you've read a post of mine from last year, homo animals are all evident be it penguins, giraffes, or dolphins. Obviously no books or media would wanna go around brandishing that fact so it is often unclear/unknown to most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This is just another biased post defending non-straightness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8953971375020566637?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8953971375020566637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8953971375020566637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-904366877792159681</id><published>2009-02-10T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:45:54.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PICKED THE LOCK OMGGG</title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;My tablet is like locked up in the drawer and if i wanna use it, i have to ask my mum for the key at night when she comes home right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't back. So i tried to pick the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FUCK, IT SWUNG AND I, ...YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! -in hysterics-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tools used-&gt; a large paper clip and a small paper clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pearlyn: You have to turn it. Haha so it swings.(: Only when the pins are aligned the lock will be able to turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-904366877792159681?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/904366877792159681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/904366877792159681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-picked-lock-omggg.html' title='I PICKED THE LOCK OMGGG'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-7382197638091789908</id><published>2009-02-05T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:19:09.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just so you know, if you didn't already, Harriet and I are &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt;.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-7382197638091789908?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7382197638091789908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7382197638091789908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-so-you-know-if-you-didnt-already.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1594722009798311544</id><published>2009-02-02T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:21:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Mybot is so weird. Read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\ says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi! What is your name?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MyBot says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi. My  name is MyBot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;\ says:&lt;br /&gt;Did i not name you Euler?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MyBot says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Did you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;\ says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Your name is Euler. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MyBot says:&lt;br /&gt;NAME, ha? You mean 'FUCK!'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__- weird shit right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyBot says:&lt;br /&gt;I see. Replaced the description of 'youth' under topic 'NAME'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;\ says:&lt;br /&gt;What is Harriet?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MyBot says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I can learn. (Assuming that Harriet is somehow related to NAME). Now give me one sentence, a short explanation of Harriet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;\ says:&lt;br /&gt;It is the name you give to a girl if you wanted a boy named Harry instead.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1594722009798311544?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1594722009798311544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1594722009798311544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/02/mybot-is-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-272796115059588108</id><published>2009-01-31T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:16:48.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornsweet illusion</title><content type='html'>Left part of the picture seems to be darker than the right one. In fact they have the same brightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SYQyqyYiokI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ePv1GzjeMBk/s1600-h/640px-Cornsweet_illusion_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297414772355146306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SYQyqyYiokI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ePv1GzjeMBk/s320/640px-Cornsweet_illusion_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try covering the middle line with your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-272796115059588108?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/272796115059588108'/><link rel='self' 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align="right"&gt;Keep on writing you're just raping yourself (nothing can take my mind away from them)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ask about me, ask 'bout somebody else (Once I've fallen there's many stories to tell)&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it, won't embrace it, it's overwhelming how far you take it (Stuck in a state of questioning)&lt;br /&gt;And don't you tell me you know we're destined, you won't convince me, I won't listen (Resentment building, you've put our lives on hold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low&lt;br /&gt;You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold&lt;br /&gt;My destination always unknown, I'll find my way there&lt;br /&gt;But goddamn motherfuckers always wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the victim, but the first to cast a stone&lt;br /&gt;Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;And don't you try to stop me, it's a place you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to judge or take shots at me, I'll never let you seize control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play your game you better walk away cause your integrity don't mean shit&lt;br /&gt;Crawl on me you fucking parasite, and I'm gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Label me, that's fine, I'll be somebody else (Nothing in front of me but holes ahead)&lt;br /&gt;Lie about my life, have a story to tell (Lights went down, was on the edge and I fell)&lt;br /&gt;Oh you're so insightful, let me remind you to twist and break me, should make you worried (Long way to go and you're right there)&lt;br /&gt;Two-faced liar, don't try and know me, deceit brings fire, makes sure you can't breathe (Pick at pieces of my body below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never bothered with all the rumors, too much garbage (all the same)&lt;br /&gt;(I know my destination)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand right here, come on you falsehood deceitful liar (There's no shame)&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever take my side, I know you're never right, I'll justify the means (Nothing's what it seems)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand around and fight, but there's no point tonight, been chained to this machine&lt;br /&gt;Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low&lt;br /&gt;You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold&lt;br /&gt;My destination always is known, I'll find my way there&lt;br /&gt;But Goddamn Imposter are you out of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down these roads alone and now you're seen here&lt;br /&gt;My feelings that I'm having towards you are perfectly clear (I control this ride)&lt;br /&gt;My devils appetite is tonight and now I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;But you Goddamn Motherfuckers always wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play your game you better walk away cause your integrity don't mean shit&lt;br /&gt;Crawl on me you fucking parasite, and I'm gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the victim, but the first to cast a stone&lt;br /&gt;Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;And don't you try to stop me, it's a place you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to judge or take shots at me, I'll never let you seize control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don' try and get the best of me (No one can help but your own self)&lt;br /&gt;City makes my body ache (Lonely, don't try and prey on me)&lt;br /&gt;I feel your world dying, no more use in tryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my body's trashed and low, but to you I'll never show myself or what's inside&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen it all before and I'll settle the score, I'll never join your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You may be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy, broken, hyper, pissed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT METAL ALWAYS ROCKS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woooooooo hooooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway guys, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i found out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if i cross my eyes and switch it back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything looks sharper!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;REALLY. Go try it!:DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yknow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my fingertips have been feeling weird for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think its the freezing weather in Shanghai.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They feel things weirdly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like, things feel smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mum says its bad blood circulation(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah welllll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i woke up this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive decided, for now that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im tired of sinking myself in loving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all this time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that mattered was my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that i thought about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i felt, my love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realise, I miss friendship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I havent felt it throughly in ages &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2006 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our clique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manda's my bestie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it feels like ive never had fun with her and LS for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlin's just made of pure, fluffy, &lt;em&gt;Awesomeness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ive yet to send her the letter i was supposed to send. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVENT SEEN JACQ IN AGES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's just living a few blocks away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i wanted to talk about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was meandher herandme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like ive been wearing an upside down brown paper bag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with cut out hearts for eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hand cuffs around my arms and shoelaces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im tired &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i ever wanted was good friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i threw myself into love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant see how i could carry on harriet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im sorry, but thats what i feel now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and realise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But your love is too much me to take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- your friendship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im sinking in this relationship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss back then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i need what it was like of way before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;idk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a Mess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-251079364117596972?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/251079364117596972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/251079364117596972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/trashed-and-scattered-a7x.html' title='Trashed And Scattered- A7X'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6759449656646199706</id><published>2009-01-31T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:24:33.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poison- BFMV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now, is your time to die&lt;br /&gt;We've gathered here to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No, more, you'll cry&lt;br /&gt;No reason left for you to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel, pain, no more&lt;br /&gt;Emotions never felt before&lt;br /&gt;Where, do, we go&lt;br /&gt;We go, she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to you, to keep from falling&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are closing now&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter's ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard, times, we always saw&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left of you no more&lt;br /&gt;Fear, has, no place, no place&lt;br /&gt;Cover her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to you, to keep from falling&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are closing now&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter's ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last goodbye (goodbye!)&lt;br /&gt;This is our time tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover up her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to you... To keep from falling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to you, to keep from falling&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are closing now&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter's ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last goodbye (goodbye!)&lt;br /&gt;This is our time tonight (goodbye!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last goodbye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However awesome this song sounds, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The girl dying is shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6759449656646199706?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6759449656646199706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6759449656646199706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/poison-bfmv.html' title='The Poison- BFMV'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6271891814250137293</id><published>2009-01-30T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:53:58.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bitch is</title><content type='html'>What is a bitch:&lt;br /&gt;one who prefers to give people the painful truth. &lt;br /&gt;one who doesn't know she has everything she could have and yet still wants more till she ruins everything she does have.&lt;br /&gt;one who's broke the heart of the same person thrice in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6271891814250137293?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6271891814250137293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6271891814250137293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-bitch-is.html' title='What a bitch is'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6499137300352284156</id><published>2009-01-29T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:40:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;The faster we're falling,&lt;br /&gt;We're stopping and stalling.&lt;br /&gt;We're running in circles again&lt;br /&gt;Just as things were looking up&lt;br /&gt;You said it wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;But still we're trying one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're just trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;When really it's closer than it is too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Up above in my head, instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Up above in my head, instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like each time&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you I lose my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm bending over backwards to relate.&lt;br /&gt;It's one thing to complain&lt;br /&gt;But when you're driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;Well then I think it's time that we took a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're just trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;When really it's closer than it is too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Up above in my head, instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Up above in my head, instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit back and wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;It took so long for this to die.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when you fake it.&lt;br /&gt;You can't hide it you might as well embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;So believe me it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that something's telling me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Up above in my head, instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,&lt;br /&gt;Up above in my head, instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under again.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under again.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going under again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6499137300352284156?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6499137300352284156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6499137300352284156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/faster-were-falling-were-stopping-and.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5317759617346570704</id><published>2009-01-28T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:51:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I miss shanghai. Doesn't matter if its too cold, too dry, too without certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus, I'm sorry, but 3G1 sucks like &lt;em&gt;Crap&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School too. Lollll. Never thought i thought that. I thought i liked learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the highlight of today? Er. Before school and recess. And that just makes up to half and hour. So you can tell i had a sucky day, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But that's school for me i guess. Took me so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come i didn't think school sucked before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5317759617346570704?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5317759617346570704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5317759617346570704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6638128025074750923</id><published>2009-01-26T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:25:25.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;ITS AWESOME HERE LOSERS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hey the weather's great. its freezing.&lt;br /&gt;im like wearing what three layers&lt;br /&gt;we did fireworks yesterday. pretty amazing(:&lt;br /&gt;had lamb on skewers and lamb ribs,&lt;br /&gt;slept at 4am..&lt;br /&gt;listened to alot of bullet for my valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched nick and nora's infinite playlist on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Kat Dennings is super awesome&lt;br /&gt;and pretty. HOT.&lt;br /&gt;...lolllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe here's better than Spore after all.&lt;br /&gt;though there's you all, i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;3G1 is shit i guess.&lt;br /&gt;super mega slab of ****&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a lousy mood today, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;so i say, just forget about reading thiz.&lt;br /&gt;ahh might as well end it, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay seeya&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6638128025074750923?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6638128025074750923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6638128025074750923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-awesome-here-losers-hahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3775203455772531415</id><published>2009-01-18T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:14:10.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im flying:)</title><content type='html'>Oh er, hey guys, mainly Manda, Ls, Andro and people...&lt;br /&gt;Im off to Shanghai in 5 days or something.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yeah. Just for your knowledge(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3775203455772531415?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3775203455772531415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3775203455772531415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-flying.html' title='im flying:)'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3933812330368879284</id><published>2009-01-11T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:46:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been like sick since beginning of this week and yesterday i couldn't stop coughing.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with muscle ache in the stomach (hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And er, i want to say cats are really really nice awesome creatures and here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SWmEXX9Z0wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vh_Rs6rcF7M/s1600-h/DontGetItCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289904774426776322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SWmEXX9Z0wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vh_Rs6rcF7M/s320/DontGetItCat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't not agree can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't it funny how we care so much about hygiene, washing our hands after going to the toilet, but we forget that before we can wash our hands, we have to pull up our pants first?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3933812330368879284?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3933812330368879284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3933812330368879284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-like-sick-since-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SWmEXX9Z0wI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vh_Rs6rcF7M/s72-c/DontGetItCat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2835810824726488387</id><published>2009-01-09T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:42:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little pissed</title><content type='html'>I DO NOT LIKE MY CO-FORMTEACHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MDM KARTINIE&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;- not supposed to be showing teacher's names so im making it white &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has this look &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what she said to harriet and i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like her at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. co-form &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Cme. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on im gonna avoid the b****.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2835810824726488387?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2835810824726488387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2835810824726488387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-do-not-like-my-co-formteacher-mdm.html' title='a little pissed'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8779325006009460659</id><published>2009-01-08T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:19:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyy. Let me tell you something cool&lt;br /&gt;Our class has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;No, thats not the cool bit.&lt;br /&gt;So i just checked it out and&lt;br /&gt;On the profile there's the form and co-form teacher's name there yeah&lt;br /&gt;And the names of everyone in g1. All 41 of them:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. My class has 42 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My name is missing from the list of 3G1 people!! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt; They forgot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there's something else.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hit 1.6m right&lt;br /&gt;But we had the weight and heigh measurement and im&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;159.5 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. POINT 5. WHAT THE HECK&lt;br /&gt;0.5 to 160? That's just crazy stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my image in class is bad&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noodle store that sells Laksa's gone&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i saw the amazing miss &lt;s&gt;cheryl&lt;/s&gt;SHARYL (harriet: I couldn't stand having the wrong name kay) harriet's crazy over&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh she's not my type.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S A SUPER AWESOME PERSON IN GERALDINE'S CLASS&lt;br /&gt;her name is &lt;em&gt;Joey&lt;/em&gt; and SHE LIKES SCIENCE. omgomgomg -&lt;br /&gt;She actually watches discovery channel and nat geo and thinks the most AWESOME place in singapore is &lt;u&gt;THE SCIENCE CENTER&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRAZY HUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i think she's awesome shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8779325006009460659?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8779325006009460659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8779325006009460659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/heyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4114330004650824931</id><published>2009-01-07T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:25:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel like killing anyone anymore(:&lt;br /&gt;But im starting to wish Geraldine was in g1):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4114330004650824931?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4114330004650824931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4114330004650824931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-feel-like-killing-anyone-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-165126338793529801</id><published>2009-01-04T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:46:39.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE SUCKERS DIE</title><content type='html'>It's probably really retarded, but when in 3G1, I find myself fantasizing about killing everyone. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-165126338793529801?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/165126338793529801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/165126338793529801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2009/01/die-suckers-die.html' title='DIE SUCKERS DIE'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5207020374784931362</id><published>2008-12-25T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:38:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my left ear pierced for christmas. [WHOOO HOOO!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Manda, i got you the mini penguin water dispenser, amazing huh! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay and i watched this movie uhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie uuuuhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zooey Deschanel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the reason i wanted to watch &lt;strong&gt;Yes man&lt;/strong&gt; and i think it was totally worth it ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH i dont know why but i think she's so awesome ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she acted as Trillian in the Hitchhiker's guide.. hehheh. i dont know... its like, ive this thing for crazy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well! Good day today, good day... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure about tomorrow. My dad's coming back. YEAH he missed christmas and is returning just the day after -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.Got more socks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5207020374784931362?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5207020374784931362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5207020374784931362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-my-left-ear-pierced-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1135924154668967162</id><published>2008-12-25T02:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:11:50.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uruha is Sex, no doubt about it</title><content type='html'>Well, you know, &lt;em&gt;Gazette&lt;/em&gt;, its not like I listen to there music or anything, but since October after eoys, Sihui and Liz got me into those Youtube videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh ohmygod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM ADDICTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it was just harmless Uruha image surfing... [okay absolutely Not harmless, he's so Freaking GORGEOUS it makes you weep i mean, &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to Gazette videos, its sooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY IM PUTTING A RANDOM LINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpYqJoO3l_4&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpYqJoO3l_4&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... puts spaghetti in a different light :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny all this silly videos but you know how they're like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;..., yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kai has this uber cute smile &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;super uber cute &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how i liked Reita first, with the cool nose-cover thing, then I saw Uruha's &lt;s&gt;beauty&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like looking at Tokio Hotel thinking first that Tom's better then realising Bill's perfect features&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Uruha's gorgeous, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-nose bleed- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's got, what, impossible legs&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;omg~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edwardcullen isnt a god, man, Uruha is &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's so so so so so pretty its crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To think &lt;em&gt;such &lt;/em&gt;a beautiful person can possibly exist in this cruel world~...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... Right im boring you huh. Im getting bored here anyway posting ahahahahahaa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But please please &lt;em&gt;please &lt;/em&gt;google Uruha if you have no idea how he looks like, because once you do you wont regret it, because he is SO -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright alright i'll stop :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;URUHA URUHA URUHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;URUHA URUHA URUHA!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okaybyebye &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1135924154668967162?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1135924154668967162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1135924154668967162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-you-know-gazette-its-not-like-i.html' title='Uruha is Sex, no doubt about it'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1834128065252889414</id><published>2008-12-23T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:32:58.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SVCfLann9nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TdZOj9yBUU4/s1600-h/Saito_goku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282897381378487922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SVCfLann9nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TdZOj9yBUU4/s400/Saito_goku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found this awesome image of SEITEN TAISEI aka Son Goku !!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so good right ????? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though it doesnt make sense [cus demon goku isnt supposed to be wearing the limiter], but its... ITS...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its Brilliant. i cant ever cosplay anything like that [i mean Goku]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but its not like manda can do Sanzo either hehehehhh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andro is too psycho froggie to do Kougaiji,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but linsha can do Zakuro . yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hasnt anyone one mentioned it? linsha's PERFECT for Zakuro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1834128065252889414?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1834128065252889414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1834128065252889414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-found-this-awesome-image-of-seiten.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SVCfLann9nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TdZOj9yBUU4/s72-c/Saito_goku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5825095778964209134</id><published>2008-12-22T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:00:38.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H2G2 random wiki check</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was not truly clear that the series was over (since it was already a trilogy with five books) until Adams died of a heart attack at age 49 in 2001. Indeed, Adams said that the new novel he was working on, The Salmon of Doubt, was not working as a Dirk Gently story, and suggested it might instead become a sixth book in the Hitchhiker's series. He described Mostly Harmless in an interview as "a very bleak book" and said he "would love to finish Hitchhiker on a slightly more upbeat note". Adams also remarked that if he were to write a sixth instalment, he would at least start with all the characters in the same place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-wiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW COULD YOU DOUGLAS ADAMS? HOW COULD YOU JUST DIE?????&lt;br /&gt;NO NOOOOOO I HATE YOU I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT I DONT, I THINK YOU'RE A GENIUS&lt;br /&gt;BUT A &lt;em&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;/em&gt;?? WHAT DID YOU, SMOKE?&lt;br /&gt;i bet Marvin came along and depressed you into it. but thats no reason to die! (???)&lt;br /&gt;Eoin Colfer's gonna write it for us.&lt;br /&gt;Please ensure he does a good job or we'll slam him&lt;br /&gt;like put the fish in his ear and ghostspeak to him or whatever&lt;br /&gt;if not, send us electric monks&lt;br /&gt;they'll do fine too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5825095778964209134?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5825095778964209134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5825095778964209134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-not-truly-clear-that-series-was.html' title='H2G2 random wiki check'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1585870005500094638</id><published>2008-12-16T14:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:44:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of three and chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280272099815611346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SUdLf6rqW9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lV0ObmsKqho/s320/ppb_3chicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numbers, i think you would agree, are properties of things. &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;If numbers are properties of things, what then, are they properties of? &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are three chickens. What is the number 3, property of? &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chicken? No.Each chicken is one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chickens? No, that'll be the group of them, and a group is one single entity. [eg, a flock of birds] &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;&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;So unless you can decide on what 3 is property of, you cannot associate 3 with the chickens. &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; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... Which would make the phrase "three chickens" crazy, and impossible. &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;&lt;em&gt;And,&lt;/em&gt; there would be &lt;em&gt;no such thing&lt;/em&gt; as "three chickens". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which, anyone would say, there is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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;How now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Credit: Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1585870005500094638?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1585870005500094638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1585870005500094638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-three-and-chickens.html' title='Of three and chickens'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SUdLf6rqW9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lV0ObmsKqho/s72-c/ppb_3chicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1960842397774097451</id><published>2008-12-09T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:08.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Shoes - Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFm4DEr-wUI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFm4DEr-wUI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1960842397774097451?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1960842397774097451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1960842397774097451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-shoes-kelly.html' title='OMG Shoes - Kelly'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4614531288532717570</id><published>2008-12-08T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:06:26.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll spill my heart for you, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years go by I race the clock with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But if you died right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'd die too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd die too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll make the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the fall for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope you need this now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I still do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4614531288532717570?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4614531288532717570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4614531288532717570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/until-day-i-die-ill-spill-my-heart-for.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8894655802734888226</id><published>2008-12-05T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:08:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taken off wiki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;The trolley problem is a thought experiment in ethics, first introduced by Philippa Foot&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.foot! what a last name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; The problem is this:&lt;br /&gt;A trolley is running out of control down a track. In its path are 5 people who have been tied to the track by a mad philosopher. Fortunately, you can flip a switch which will lead the trolley down a different track to safety. Unfortunately, there is a single person tied to that track. Should you flip the switch?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The initial trolley problem becomes more interesting when it is compared to other moral dilemmas. "&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The fat man&lt;br /&gt;One such is that offered by Judith Jarvis Thomson:&lt;br /&gt;As before, a trolley is hurtling down a track towards five people. You are on a bridge under which it will pass, and you can stop it by dropping a heavy weight in front of it. As it happens, there is a very fat man next to you - your only way to stop the trolley is to push him over the bridge and onto the track, killing him to save five. Should you proceed?&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Resistance to this course of action seems strong; most people who approved of sacrificing one to save five in the first case do not approve in the second sort of case. This has led to attempts to find a non-relevant moral distinction between the two cases. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is wrong-er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ...argues that an essential difference between the original trolley problem and this version with the fat man, is that in the first case, you merely deflect the harm, whereas in the second case, you have to do something to the fat man to save the five. Thomson says that in the first case, nobody has any more right than anyone else not to be run over, but in the second case, the fat man has a right not to be pushed in front of the trolley." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;i would think the pushing act is wronger&lt;br /&gt;the person, in being tied to the track, would be mentally prepared&lt;br /&gt;the fat man isn't.&lt;br /&gt;but how is being mentally prepared a good distinction for wrong or wronger?&lt;br /&gt;should we be analyzing what each of them has done in there lives to decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, hows a trolley supposed to kill? substitute it with a train i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transplant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Here is an alternate case, due to Thompson, containing similar numbers and results, but without a trolley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A brilliant transplant surgeon has five patients, each in need of a different organ, each of whom will die without that organ. Unfortunately, there are no organs available to perform any of these five transplant operations. A healthy young traveler, just passing through the city the doctor works in, comes in for a routine checkup. In the course of doing the checkup, the doctor discovers that his organs are compatible with all five of his dying patients. Suppose further that if the young man were to disappear, no one would suspect the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;As rare as it is to find someone who does not think we should turn the trolley, it is even rarer to find someone who thinks it is permissible for the doctor to murder this patient and harvest his organs.&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about that this five people are gonna die really soon (as with the trolley case) and this man is their only chance?do you murder?&lt;br /&gt;although the case is just the same, saving 5 by sacrificing 1, most who had opted flicking the switch would, however, express disgust with this similar option of murdering the traveller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they would be hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If intuitions about quantum black holes are correct, then close to the Planck mass the number of possible quantum states of the black hole is expected to become so few and so quantised that its interactions are likely to be quenched out. It is possible that such Planck-mass black holes, no longer able either to absorb energy gravitationally like a Classical black hole because of the quantised gaps between their allowed energy levels, nor to emit Hawking particles for the same reason, may in effect be stable objects. "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stable micro black holes!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the second law of thermodynamics&lt;br /&gt;someone had better come up with a better thought experiment than Maxwell's demon soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8894655802734888226?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8894655802734888226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8894655802734888226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/12/ethics.html' title='Ethics'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3703363104616579775</id><published>2008-11-29T18:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:25:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some science for you grossed out people</title><content type='html'>taken from &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn16095-its-confirmed-matter-is-merely-vacuum-fluctuations.html"&gt;http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn16095-its-confirmed-matter-is-merely-vacuum-fluctuations.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Higgs field creates mass out of the quantum vacuum too, in the form of virtual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Higgs bosons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. So if the LHC confirms that the Higgs exists, it will mean all reality is virtual.&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- the LHC (Large Hadron Collider) is built partly to check the existance of a theoretical particle called the Higgs boson, predicted to account for the mass in matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3703363104616579775?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3703363104616579775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3703363104616579775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-science-for-you-grossed-out-people.html' title='some science for you grossed out people'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5189531330483502181</id><published>2008-11-27T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:23:40.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humor in fiction - sex scenes</title><content type='html'>You guys gotta read this and i mean, man! You have to!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe some of you [HAHAHA] i don't know who, may already have but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It's SO funny you Must read it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING.&lt;/span&gt; EXPLICIT CONTENT. BUT VERY FUNNY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll slant some of the funny bits. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from the site: &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/nov/28/fiction.awardsandprizes"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2005/nov/28/fiction.awardsandprizes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fan Tan by Marlon Brando and Donald Cammell&lt;/strong&gt; (William Heinemann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment Annie was on his side, Madame Lai was like a plant growing over him, and her little fist (holding the biggest black pearl) was up his asshole planting the pearl in the most appreciated place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, Lord," he cried out. "I'm a-comin'!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could not answer. It is the one drawback of fellatio as conscientious as hers that it eliminates the chance for small talk and poetry alike. But nothing is exactly perfect in this life, and for Annie Doultry the delicate but firm pressure on his rear parts was in perfect harmony with the eruption of his cock. He came and he came - &lt;em&gt;we are dealing with a hero here&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;At one point his lover backed away to inspect the unaltered gush of it, like a plumber saying to a customer, "Don't blame me. This water supply will stop when the dam's empty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winkler by Giles Coren&lt;/strong&gt; (Jonathan Cape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he came hard in her mouth and his dick jumped around and rattled on her teeth and he blacked out and she took his dick out of her mouth and lifted herself from his face and whipped the pillow away and he gasped and glugged at the air, and he &lt;em&gt;came again so hard that his dick wrenched out of her hand and a shot of it hit him straight in the eye and stung like nothing he'd ever had in there&lt;/em&gt;, and he yelled with the pain, but the yell could have been anything, and as she grabbed at his dick, which was &lt;em&gt;leaping around like a shower dropped in an empty bath&lt;/em&gt;, she scratched his back deeply with the nails of both hands &lt;em&gt;and he shot three more times, in thick stripes on her chest. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like Zorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Casualty by Ben Elton&lt;/strong&gt; (Bantam Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh-la-la!" she breathed as he smelt the clean aroma of her short bobbed hair and the rain-sodden grass around it. "&lt;em&gt;Oooh-la-jolly well-la!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they made love together in the pouring rain, with Nurse Murray emitting a stream of girlish exclamations which seemed to indicate that she was enjoying herself. "Gosh", "Golly" and, as things moved towards a conclusion, even &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tally ho!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovers and Strangers by David Grossman&lt;/strong&gt; (Bloomsbury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She touched it and her fingers were light and became excited at once, and he started mumbling, "Good, good, good." She&lt;em&gt; listened with wonder.&lt;/em&gt; This wasn't like the moans she had heard from thousands of others, but like someone suddenly recognizing something they had previously only heard about, like a boy who sees an airplane in the sky for the first time, not in a story-book, and he stands and cries out: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Airplane, airplane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories of my Melancholy Whores&lt;/em&gt; by Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/strong&gt; (Jonathan Cape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of her birthday I sang the entire song to Delgadina, and I kissed her all over her body until I was breathless: her spine, vertebra by vertebra, down to her languid buttocks, the side with the mole, the side of her inexhaustible heart. As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance. She responded with new vibrations along every inch of her skin, and on each one I found a distinctive heat, a unique taste, a different moan, and her entire body resonated inside with an arpeggio, and her nipples opened and flowered without being touched. &lt;em&gt;I was beginning to fall asleep in the small hours when I heard something like the sound of multitudes in the sea and a panic in the trees that pierced my heart. I went to the bathroom and wrote on the mirror: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Delgadina, my love, the Christmas breezes have arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from :&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/nov/25/bad-sex-award-shortlist"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/nov/25/bad-sex-award-shortlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extract from To Love, Honour and Betray by Kathy Lette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed his mouth ravenously, devouring his neck, earlobes, chest. He broke free with muscular ease, unhooked my bra with composed expertise, found my nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth until it went hard. His towel fell away. Sebastian's erect member was so big I mistook it for &lt;em&gt;some sort of monument in the centre of a town&lt;/em&gt;. I almost started directing traffic around it. ... There was nothing but obliterating sensation as we contorted like origami creations for the next hour, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, from : &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/nov/27/awardsandprizes.badsexaward"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/nov/27/awardsandprizes.badsexaward&lt;/a&gt;  , Last year's posthumous award winner of the Literary Review Bad Sex in Fiction award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract From &lt;strong&gt;The Castle in the Forest, by Norman Mailer&lt;/strong&gt; (Little, Brown) pp67-68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was on him. She did not know if this would resuscitate him or end him, but the same spite, sharp as a needle, that had come to her after Fanni's death was in her again. Fanni had told her once what to do. So Klara turned head to foot, and put her most unmentionable part down on his hard-breathing nose and mouth, and took his old battering ram into her lips. Uncle was now as soft as a coil of excrement. She sucked on him nonetheless with an avidity that could come only from the Evil One - that she knew. From there, the impulse had come. So now they both had their heads at the wrong end, and the Evil One was there. He had never been so close before.&lt;br /&gt;The Hound began to come to life. Right in her mouth. It surprised her. Alois had been so limp. But now he was a man again! His mouth lathered with her sap, he turned around and embraced her face with all the passion of his own lips and face, ready at last to grind into her with the Hound, drive it into her piety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, the EVIL ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickened yet my friends? LOL. bet you didnt even finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright the last bit was bad sex not funny sex. i mean really really awful sex.&lt;br /&gt;there's alot of bad sex on this page.. i'll copy another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Apples by Richard Milward&lt;/strong&gt; (Faber) p 179&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had on no knickers, and my heart went crash-bang-wallop and my eyes popped out. She hadn't shaved, and her fanny looked like a tropical fish or a bit of old carpet.&lt;br /&gt;'So, you just gonna sit there?' Abi asked, and I laughed nervously. I was hardening up, but it was all a bit of a shock really. All I'd planned that night was listening to a selection of records and maybe some homework. I tried to go down on her, thinking back to the Razzle and how the boys did it in that. But my heart wasn't into it - her cunt smelt a bit like an armpit, and when I pulled the lips open I knew I'd have to shut them numerous times or else I'll die of Aids or I'd fall into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..that one was really awful.&lt;br /&gt;and this one's just weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From The Stone Gods by Jeanette Winterson&lt;/strong&gt; (Hamish Hamilton) p 27-28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To calm myself down and appear in control I reverse the problem. 'Spike, you're a robot, but why are you such a drop-dead gorgeous robot? I mean, is it necessary to be the most sophisticated machine ever built and to look like a movie star?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answers simply: 'They thought I would be good for the boys on the mission.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pondering the implications of this. Like a wartime pin-up? Like a live anti-depressant? Like truth is beauty, beauty truth? 'How good? I mean, I'm assuming you're not talking sexual services here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What else is there to do in space for three years?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But inter-species sex is illegal.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not on another planet it isn't. Not in space it isn't.' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you had sex with spacemen for three years?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes. I used up three silicon-lined vaginas.' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there's a funny one here look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Boy Meets Girl by Ali Smith&lt;/strong&gt; (Canongate)&lt;br /&gt;Her hand opened me.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Then her hand became a wing. Then everything about me became a wing, a single wing, and she was the other wing, we were a bird. We were a bird that could sing Mozart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE A BIRD THAT COULD SING MOZART  hahahaha get that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5189531330483502181?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5189531330483502181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5189531330483502181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/11/humor-in-fiction-sex-scenes.html' title='humor in fiction - sex scenes'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3784439443566689186</id><published>2008-11-25T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:45:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homosexuality in Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(off wiki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Introduction:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Homosexual and bisexual behavior are widespread in the animal kingdom: a 1999 review by researcher Bruce Bagemihl shows that homosexual behavior, though not necessarily sex, has been observed in close to 1500 species, ranging from primates to gut worms, and is well documented for 500 of them. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While studies have demonstrated homosexual behavior in a number of species, Petter Bøckman, the scientific advisor of the exhibition Against Nature? speculates that the true extent of the phenomenon may be much larger than currently recognized:&lt;br /&gt;No species has been found in which homosexual behaviour has not been shown to exist, with the exception of species that never have sex at all, such as sea urchins and aphis. Moreover, a part of the animal kingdom is hermaphroditic, truly bisexual. For them, homosexuality is not an issue. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Swans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An estimated one-quarter of all black swans pairings are homosexual and they steal nests, or form temporary threesomes with females to obtain eggs, driving away the female after she lays the eggs. "&lt;br /&gt;"More of their cygnets survive to adulthood than those of different-sex pairs possibly due to their superior ability to defend large portions of land. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its interesting how they get young of their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Gulls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Studies have shown that 10 to 15 percent of female western gulls in some populations in the wild are lesbian. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Penguins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In early February 2004 the New York Times reported that a male pair of chinstrap penguins in the Central Park Zoo in New York City were partnered and even successfully hatched a female chick from an egg. ... Other penguins in New York have also been reported to be forming same-sex pairs. "&lt;br /&gt;"Zoos in Japan and Germany have also documented gay male penguin couples. The couples have been shown to build nests together and use a stone to replace an egg in the nest. Researchers at Rikkyo University in Tokyo found 20 gay pairs at 16 major aquariums and zoos in Japan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bremerhaven Zoo in Germany attempted to break up the gay male couples by importing female penguins from Sweden and separating their male couples, but they were unsuccessful.&lt;/span&gt; The zoo director stated the relationships were too strong between the gay couples. German gay groups protested at this attempt to break up the male-male couples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dolphins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Amazon River dolphin or boto has been reported to form up in bands of 3-5 individuals enjoying group sex. The groups usually comprise young males and sometimes one or two females. Sex is performed in non-reproductive ways, using snout, flippers and general rubbing, without regards to gender. They will sometimes perform homosexual penetration of the blowhole, the only known example of nasal sex. The males will sometimes also perform sex with tucuxi males, a small porpoise. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. dolphin sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;American Bison:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="The American Bison is a bovine mammal which commonly displays homosexual behavior." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:American_bison_k5680-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:American_bison_k5680-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The American Bison is a bovine mammal which commonly displays homosexual behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Courtship, mounting, and full anal penetration between bulls has been noted to occur among American Bison. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Elephants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"African, as well as Asiatic males will engage in same-sex bonding and mounting. Such encounters are often associated with affectionate interactions, such as kissing, trunk intertwining, and placing trunks in each other's mouths. The encounters are analogous to heterosexual bouts, one male often extending his trunk along the other's back and pushing forward with his tusks to signify his intention to mount. Unlike heterosexual relations, which are always of a fleeting nature, those between males result in a "companionship", consisting of an older individual and one or two younger, attendant males. Same-sex relations are common and frequent in both sexes, with Asiatic elephants in captivity devoting roughly 45% of sexual encounters to same-sex activity. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Giraffes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Two male giraffes in Kenya." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Two_Giraffes.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Two_Giraffes.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Researchers have treated homosexual behavior in animals as a taboo subject perhaps from innocent confusion or even from a fear of "being ridiculed by their colleagues." A case of overlooking behavior is noted by Bruce Bagemihl describing mating giraffes where nine out of ten pairings occur between males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;Every male that sniffed a female was reported as sex, while anal intercourse with orgasm between males was only "revolving around" dominance, competition or greetings. ” "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its disgusting isnt it. revolving around dominance. greetings. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are loads more animal like the Japanese Macaque, the polecat and sheep (yes, sheep). fruit flies and lizards.blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Homosexuality &lt;em&gt;against Nature&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tag!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3784439443566689186?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3784439443566689186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3784439443566689186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/11/homosexuality-in-animals.html' title='Homosexuality in Animals'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2234365959011881509</id><published>2008-11-19T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:32:39.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appalling Soup and Carrots</title><content type='html'>you know i really need to switch cca by next year and all?&lt;br /&gt;i would like Badminton but i have to write really annoying emails and sec3 badminton standards must be like real high so i was thinking Photographic society then i thought maybe arranging to get in must be all very difficult then later i thought, you know, how about Chess club?&lt;br /&gt;yes it probably sounds really pathetic but im already worried if im not capable enough to enter.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Tags.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna greet cait, thank her and say i love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[okay i dont think this is how you reply tags.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how [Secret] can see the man AND the violin + liz,the man + pearlyn,the violin. i would like a Demonstration.(: please, thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to receive that golden call from geraldine.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou LS, i enjoyed being naughty. nice way of words,btw: "zoey and a time machine.."&lt;br /&gt;to suetyi: i realised i completely took the word 'show' for 'documentary'. sorry. i should remember suet doesnt watch documentaries ;)&lt;br /&gt;Harriet: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in 3g1 and its full of bull and shit. i mean the people. (im sorry to say this but) im gonna be meeting next year a whole bunch of indians i would really rather not meet. not racist. just a classification for these people, who happen to fit it perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;i want 3c3 but i guess thats not to be, even after my (failed) appeal. AH well. there goes two years with harriet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hey, im gonna type out a couple of lines from this book &lt;strong&gt;Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams&lt;/strong&gt; which i think are really, Really, funny. Please do carry on reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  He paused and thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems odd, don't you think, that the quality of the food should vary inversely with the brightness of the lighting. Makes you wonder what culinary heights the kitchen staff could rise to if you confined them in perpetual darkness. Could be worth a try, I think. Got some good vaults in the college that could be turned over to the purpose. I think I showed you around them once, hmmm? Nice brickwork." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  "Now, that I didn't know," said Reg. "Your past has murkier things in it than I dreamed possible. A quality, I might add, that it shares with this soup." He wiped his mouth with his napkin very carefully. "I must go and have a word with the kitchen staff one day. I would like to be sure that they are keeping the right bits and throwing the proper bits away. So a rock group, you say. Well, well, well. Good heavens." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  "Which do you think is worse," inquired Reg, "the soup or the company?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  She gave a tiny, reluctant laugh and shrugged, still looking down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  "I think you're wise not to commit yourself at this stage," continued Reg. "Myself, I'm waiting to see the carrots before I make any judgements. They've been boiling them since the weekend, but I fear it may not be enough. The only thing that could possibly worse than the carrots is Watkin. He's the man with the silly glasses sitting between us. My name's Reg, by the way. Come over and kick me when you have a moment." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  The girl giggled and glanced up at Watkin, who stiffened and made an appallingly unsuccessful attempt to smile good-naturedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  "Fascinating," said Reg, "quite fascinating," and popped the carrot at last into his mouth. He turned and leaned forward to speak to his new girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  "Watkin loses," he pronounced. "The carrots have achieved a new all-time low. Sorry, Watkin, but awful as you are, the carrots, I'm afraid, are world-beaters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know if you like kitchen jokes but i really think they're really funny and i fervently hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got more funny paragraphs of this sort of humor but i think you'll settle for enough now and i'll post them next time with or without your request. be assured your requests if any will be taken to attention and will encourage this passion of posting absurd passages from loony books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2234365959011881509?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2234365959011881509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2234365959011881509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/11/appalling-soup-and-carrots.html' title='appalling Soup and Carrots'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5534794256070639837</id><published>2008-11-06T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:29:39.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fairness To My Parents</title><content type='html'>ACTually... my birthday wasnt so bad. (i guess i have a tendency of expecting the worst)&lt;br /&gt;Because i was so crazy about being happy on my birthday, i used the tablet till like 5am chatting and got busted by my mum who woke for a pee. I woke up later in the morning and was told by my maid my mum wants me to mop the floor.&lt;br /&gt;When i was done mopping my mum was suddenly at the gate with vegetables and she said "i know you did something bad this morning.. but i still ordered you a cake " nice huh? i could only bow and say thankyou&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, she didnt mention any of it to my dad!&lt;br /&gt;And my dad didnt lecture me one bit about the kissing stuff!&lt;br /&gt;And then we went out for dinner [ribs]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was nice this morning too! he woke me up and said he allowed me to invite my friends over since it was my birthday yesterday. oh but he was like 'dont do any funny funny things' and i was like 'what funny things' which was kissing girls =__= i went 'EWWWWW' cus i thought about kissing amanda and how weird that was.&lt;br /&gt;[on second thoughts, it isnt so weird actually...]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!the point is that he was nice!&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;I called them all in the morning and they (manda, ls, suet) came at like SIX PM. so they stayed for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;But they couldnt eat much of the cake cus - linsha: still had dinner at home, manda: wants to vomit, and suetyi: (i cant remember why)&lt;br /&gt;Manda puked in the end but not after i walked her half the way to the busstop and back to my house again so she could puke.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;blah this is a thick post.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! (Bows) i was indeed happy!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tag reply to liz!: thank you i am honored! and you were Sitting on it (what else? ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..And why is no one tagging about the picasso painting T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5534794256070639837?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5534794256070639837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5534794256070639837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-fairness-to-my-parents.html' title='In Fairness To My Parents'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2048313560583694232</id><published>2008-11-04T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:27:40.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm up here at 1am on my birthday trying to make a last ditch effort at some freedom before my dad comes back tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, the irony.Its as if im gonna go through hell tomorrow. And its gonna be my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh this year's birthday's gonna suck. No IJ people, no nice thingy to look forward to for and worst, no harriet. Urhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. Part One of Linsha's horrendously long quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 questions here i go -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fill this out without lying? &lt;br /&gt;certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;the white one [its a chocolate]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20?&lt;br /&gt;luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you eat fast food?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play guitar hero?&lt;br /&gt;no actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you walked further than a block?&lt;br /&gt;2nd november sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw number 3 on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;no idea who's number 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;2am trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;that'll be nice&lt;br /&gt;[how about under the teacher's table :) lol]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;jacq and linsha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you plans for the night?&lt;br /&gt;uh, sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;true ones cant. if you were friends from the start, probably, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;i cant even do both now [tomorrow actually, when my dad's back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about Diet Dr Pepper? &lt;br /&gt;diet everything sucks&lt;br /&gt;[i learnt something. a can of diet pepsi floats in water while normal pepsi sinks!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;21 october tuesday? if thats the day my mum told her mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your biological father right now?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere uh guangzhou? i dont really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you at right now?&lt;br /&gt;lost. fairly disorientated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is all there?&lt;br /&gt;harriet of my imagination :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have unlimited texting?&lt;br /&gt;if i had it i couldnt use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;my mum? socks. 2 for ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;today. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;it was geraldine and harriet together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;br /&gt;no.not quite in terms of emotion, but yes in terms of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;harriet of my imagination -snicker-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaah of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you spent the night at someone's house?&lt;br /&gt;urh.urh. &lt;br /&gt;last year in paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made any new friends recently?&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i... yes, made a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;my life must be really boring huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;i get what i want, i deal with what i cant have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you Monday night?&lt;br /&gt;this Is monday night. [or tuesday morning ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed anyone with a name starting with T?&lt;br /&gt;how about someone ending with T? then i certainly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps. If so, very much, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;br /&gt;uh. night up?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more of an individual or an outgoing person?&lt;br /&gt;whats the difference?uh, the former i should think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;br /&gt;um.toothbrush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;was that years ago? grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;haha i wish i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about your life right now?  &lt;br /&gt;awesome. just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;[which is in stark contrast of my life these days to come]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have you all texted today?&lt;br /&gt;oh, shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain why you last threw up?&lt;br /&gt;i did that in my dream, which i actually didnt because i couldnt and um..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt. to answer, i last threw up years ago swallowing a wave of pool water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;br /&gt;i dont drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of phone &amp;amp; service do you have?&lt;br /&gt;ohh shut up.&lt;br /&gt;samsung, starhub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite artist/band?&lt;br /&gt;no favorites, i usually like singles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually order at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;mcchicken&lt;br /&gt;but i'll laugh if i see a hot fudge sundae. that day was funny, choking on the fudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you and your ex boyfriend/girlfriend talked about?&lt;br /&gt;bless me that i havent got an ex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced?&lt;br /&gt;not really. &lt;br /&gt;[i want the belly button sort but &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;harriet doesnt like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2048313560583694232?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2048313560583694232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2048313560583694232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-up-here-at-1am-on-my-birthday-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8407904373223059844</id><published>2008-11-03T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:20:17.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SQ6E6uNI0WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RnltQFEGQlY/s1600-h/picasso_man+with+violin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264291158813102434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SQ6E6uNI0WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RnltQFEGQlY/s320/picasso_man+with+violin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Picasso's Man with Violin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can't even tell where's the man, let alone the violin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dreamt that McCain won -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salvador Dali's works are interesting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s he did the persistance of memory painting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like his, um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_Caused_by_the_Flight_of_a_Bee_around_a_Pomegranate_a_Second_Before_Awakening"&gt;Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah (:     click the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8407904373223059844?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8407904373223059844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8407904373223059844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/11/cubism.html' title='Cubism'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SQ6E6uNI0WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RnltQFEGQlY/s72-c/picasso_man+with+violin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4665950950062603713</id><published>2008-10-31T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:55:47.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK CRYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;CHALET CHALET DAMN DAMN DAMN&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU PEOPLE AT THE CHALET&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;sigh.ah well.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even know my birthday's in 4 days till my bro told me&lt;br /&gt;no wonder im not at all counting down to it. Im Grounded Like **** **** ****&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt about Elizabeth. yeah. what the heck, you say.&lt;br /&gt;very weird.i think she was sitting on my sofa.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;then i had this other dream last night about school.&lt;br /&gt;i was vomiting in a cubicle (or Not vomiting cus it was more like trying to) when the cubicle expanded ( no kidding ) and &lt;strong&gt;Christy&lt;/strong&gt; walked in and patted my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.i want school.the after exam school i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and i want harriet too.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH THIS SUCKS @&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;^$$&amp;amp;^$#$&amp;amp;^#@%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4665950950062603713?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4665950950062603713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4665950950062603713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-cryyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6882679564763880755</id><published>2008-10-07T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:08:42.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina Fey as Sarah Palin on SNL</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48eaeed92a55ca44/48cd0cf97d529c95/d6c97ab0/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6882679564763880755?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/feeds/6882679564763880755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232035&amp;postID=6882679564763880755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6882679564763880755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6882679564763880755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/10/tina-fey-as-sarah-palin-on-snl.html' title='Tina Fey as Sarah Palin on SNL'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-397791435672362179</id><published>2008-10-06T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:58:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this weird dream. I was reading the papers and this article announced that Elizabeth and Tessa Ying were gonna get married on the Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SOmMrwoQEbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M-VXZGIyMyM/s1600-h/thumb_DSC_2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253885123720384946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SOmMrwoQEbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M-VXZGIyMyM/s400/thumb_DSC_2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-397791435672362179?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/397791435672362179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/397791435672362179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-this-weird-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SOmMrwoQEbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M-VXZGIyMyM/s72-c/thumb_DSC_2274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3345087230736725519</id><published>2008-09-17T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:01:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxoplasma gondii</title><content type='html'>Toxoplasma is a parasite which alters the mind(behaviour) of its host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From some site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A recent study has indicated toxoplasmosis is also correlated strongly with an increase in boy births in humans, leading to an alteration of the human sex ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other possible behavior modifications are suggested by a study suggesting that people not infected with the parasite found women with toxoplasma more attractive than women who don't have toxoplasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Interestingly, the effect of infection is different between men and women,'' Dr Boulter writes in the latest issue of Australasian Science magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Infected men have lower IQs, achieve a lower level of education and have shorter attention spans. They are also more likely to break rules and take risks, be more independent, more anti-social, suspicious, jealous and morose, and are deemed less attractive to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the other hand, infected women tend to be more outgoing, friendly, more promiscuous, and are considered more attractive to men compared with non-infected controls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another article on toxoplasma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/technology/060210_technovelgy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mind Control by Parasites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/technology/060210_technovelgy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-By Bill Christensen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study: Cat Parasite Affects Human Culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/060803_tgondii_culture.html"&gt;http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/060803_tgondii_culture.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;excerpt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{  Studies by researchers in the Czech Republic have suggested T. gondii might have subtle but long-term effects on its human hosts. The parasite is thought to have different, and often opposite effects in men versus women, but both genders appear to develop a form of neuroticism called "guilt proneness."&lt;br /&gt;Other studies have also found links between the parasite and schizophrenia T. gondii infection is known to damage astrocytes, support cells in the brain that are also affected during schizophrenia. Pregnant women with high levels of antibodies to the parasite are also more likely to give birth to children who will develop the disorder.  }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3345087230736725519?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3345087230736725519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3345087230736725519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/09/toxoplasma-gondii.html' title='Toxoplasma gondii'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5009892783473776032</id><published>2008-09-14T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:01:39.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'&lt;a href="http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/2008/09/14/we-ll-die-another-day-91466-21812517/"&gt;We’ll die another day!  &lt;/a&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;- an article regarding the large hadron collider and why the world isnt going to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=excerpt=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;{The what?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The Large Hadron Collider. Just one of a brilliant new set of jargon which most of us spent the middle part of the week bandying around as if we had any idea what it meant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other great examples include the Higgs Boson particle, quark-gluon plasma, and any combination of protons, neutrons and electrons.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So offices around the country were awash the sentences like: “What CERN are doing, see, is stripping all the electrons off particles so they’ve got naked protons. Then they’re super-cooling them and whacking them through the LHC at light speed, so they’ll all smash into each other, and, hopefully, then they can understand dark matter, the God particle and maybe even the quark-gluon plasma that was around at the dawn of time. It’s obvious, innit.” }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5009892783473776032?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5009892783473776032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5009892783473776032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4345249885704637890</id><published>2008-08-31T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:40:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yay!</title><content type='html'>I'm posting. Not Zoey. Harriet's posting. On Zoey's blog. Why? Some people may ask. Well, Because she asked me to -points to tagboard- And why do I bother posting? I don't know. Shall I note that Zoey has done Very well in her Common tests? :D Haha, isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, she's now sitting beside me. yes, right beside me. On my left. On my right is Suet Yi the Genius. (haha! Wow! Suet! I finally admitted I think you're a genius! And its not even on my blog!) HAHA, okayokay. So more on Zoey. On HER left is PEARLYN(: yes, my old partner. They switched you see. So I wouldn't talk to Pearlyn. but I think Zoey can't stand sitting next to me. Too bad Zoey :D&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL.&lt;br /&gt;:D (Its a long post Zoey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4345249885704637890?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4345249885704637890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4345249885704637890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yay.html' title='oh yay!'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-355220661374961291</id><published>2008-08-30T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:41:13.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ybj2FJ8iDCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ybj2FJ8iDCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is awesome shitttttttttttttttt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-355220661374961291?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/355220661374961291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/355220661374961291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-483986457472936469</id><published>2008-08-12T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:45:29.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Fist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whathandgestureareyouquiz/fist.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy can be summed up as, "Life fast. Die young." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest wish is to have a life of passion and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you don't want to die young, you rather take risks than stay home and be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are inspired and inspiring. You live each day like it's your last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathandgestureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Hand Gesture Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Not Sarcastic At all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm isn't for you, and you really don't appreciate it when people get their snark on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have a great sense of humor. You just prefer a silly joke to a sarcastic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes have trouble knowing when people are mocking you. But you do know you don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-483986457472936469?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/483986457472936469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/483986457472936469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-fist-your-life-philosophy-can.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6794061133115805181</id><published>2008-07-11T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:36:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zoey's on curfew. Apparently, she can't use her tablet, or her phone and her handphone has gone missing. HAHA, well, she did say that I could help to keep up her blog, she'll probably read this on, monday. haha, okay, so I wonder what she's doing now, probably sleeping. Which is normal. And quite nice, (that sentence made no sense whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK she likes her new blogskin. (if she doesn't, I'll kill her) so yes, she does. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all, not that I really wanted to post her or anything. I do kinda remember me saying that I would, so, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6794061133115805181?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6794061133115805181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6794061133115805181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoeys-on-curfew.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4018825002420896012</id><published>2008-07-09T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:05:20.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scotty Doesn't Know&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;That Fionna and me,&lt;br /&gt;Do it in my van every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells him shes in church,&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't go,&lt;br /&gt;Still shes on her knees, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know, oh.&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know-oh.&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;SO DON'T TELL SCOTTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fionna says shes out shopping,&lt;br /&gt;But shes under me and I'm not stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't knoooooow....&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TELL SCOTTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he's so trusting,&lt;br /&gt;While I'm right behind you thrusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fionna's got him on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;and she's trying not to moan.&lt;br /&gt;It's a three way call,&lt;br /&gt;and he knows nothing.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't knoooooow....&lt;br /&gt;SO DON'T TELL SCOTTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll put on a show, everyone will go.&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't knoooooow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The, parking lot, why not?&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool when you're on top.&lt;br /&gt;His front lawn, in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing so hard, cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did her on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Scotty.&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't knoooooow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty will know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty has to know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty's gotta know,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell Scotty,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna tell him myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty has to know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty has to know,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty has to,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty has to,&lt;br /&gt;Scotty has to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't tell Scotty)&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't tell Scotty)&lt;br /&gt;Scotty doesn't know...&lt;br /&gt;Scotty's gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4018825002420896012?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4018825002420896012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4018825002420896012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/07/scotty-doesnt-know-hey-scotty-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3531816657260738868</id><published>2008-07-08T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:54:08.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is self-pity so satisfying      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;comforting grip of dark tendrils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3531816657260738868?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3531816657260738868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3531816657260738868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-is-self-pity-so-satisfying.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4553608303219256574</id><published>2008-07-02T17:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:10:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pearlyn's 2012 craze led me on a researching spree.&lt;br /&gt;And it has nothing to do with 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS SUPER COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of solar storms [&lt;strong&gt;solarstorms.org&lt;/strong&gt;], radiation came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you are worried about your radiation risks, you should probably stop eating bananas (rich in radioactive potassium isotopes). "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh Andro:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So, depending on where you live you can expect to receive 300 millirems of radiation per year. Taking this over your entire body for a full year is unavoidable, and by definition 'safe'. We have been doing this for thousands of years. The only ill-effects are the typical, annual cancer rates we have to endure as a species because of the unavoidable genetic damage that is done." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is cancer to do with radiation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH AND THEN ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livescience.com/health/070602_sleep_oddities.html"&gt;http://livescience.com/health/070602_sleep_oddities.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" If you think it’s impossible to have sex while you sleep, think again, according to a new study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are at least 11 different sex-related sleep disorders, collectively referred to as “sexsomnia” or “sleepsex,” that affect people who are otherwise psychologically healthy—causing them to unknowingly engage in various sexual activities during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carlos Schenck, a psychiatrist at the Minnesota Regional Sleep Disorders Center, and his colleagues have studied a number of behavioral disorders associated with sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Any basic instinct can come out in the context of sleep,” Schenck told LiveScience. “All sorts of things can happen.” " &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;" Among other things, they found that people—mostly men—sometimes masturbate, initiate sex with a partner and reach orgasm during sleep. They usually have no memory of these activities when they wake up, learning about them only if a partner or roommate tells them. Some of these activities can also have legal consequences, such as if someone initiates sex without a bed partner’s consent, noted Schenck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People are at-risk for developing sex-related sleep disorders when they also tend to suffer from other sleep disorders—such as sleepwalking or sleep terrors, according to Schenck. “Sexsomnia doesn’t come out of nowhere,” he said. But “for whatever reason, sexual behaviors become part of the repertoire.” " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dont sleep next to someone whom you shouldnt be &lt;em&gt;sleeping&lt;/em&gt; with:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i found out our prehistoric ancestors were promiscuous and cannot commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that females have a weaker sex drive than men is a cultural misconception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this research article on gays [the men]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I think this is an example where the results of scientific research can have important social implications," Camperio-Ciani said. "You have all this antagonism against homosexuality because they say it's against nature because it doesn't lead to reproduction. We found out this is not true because homosexuality is just one of the consequences of strategies for making females more fecund." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Never mind read this -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/health/080617-hereditary-homosexuality.html"&gt;http://www.livescience.com/health/080617-hereditary-homosexuality.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its got to do with how homosexuality isnt totally to do with environment, its to do with genes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i mention a fact that could go against the statement "Homosexuality is against nature"? Are Dolphins unnatural? Because there are many many Homosexual Dolphins yknow, just go wiki Dolphins(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But if it's a choice to be gay, it must be possible for a straight to chose to be gay. Yet they'll never take to it. Perhaps it isn't so much a choice as a way of life? A way of life that exists in lots of mammals. How wrong can it be if it's everyhwer ein nature? Are all these animals choosing it too? Wouldn't that prove self awareness? Well, goodbye hunting season then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If gays exist, god must want them, sicne he made them. Sudie show it's either a programming or wiring error. and god's the programmer/engineer. So, either god made a mistake, or god wants homosexuals. So, who are people to tell him it's wrong and unnatural because they don't reporduce like heteros? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this post is gonna be long. [I didnt post for a month so please:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLIP FLOPS.Who like wearing them?&lt;br /&gt;Heheh read this. Flip flops Are bad.And it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/health/080624-bad-flip-flops.html"&gt;http://www.livescience.com/health/080624-bad-flip-flops.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4553608303219256574?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4553608303219256574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4553608303219256574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/07/pearlyns-2012-craze-led-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4514476931782520556</id><published>2008-06-24T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:35:01.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz, sorry -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 1: THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name: shhhhhhhhhhhhhh... okay please dont tell me you dont know -_-&lt;br /&gt;D.O.B.: shhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Eh?&lt;br /&gt;Eye-colour: normal ol BrownXP&lt;br /&gt;Hair-colour: Its black? I hope.I like black black hair.&lt;br /&gt;Right or left: LEFT, cus im so so wrongXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2: THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage: Uh. IJ!!XD&lt;br /&gt;Fears: dying?pain?dark?homework deadlines?&lt;br /&gt;My Weaknesses: HARRIET (ROFLROFLROFL)&lt;br /&gt;My perfect pizza: THIN THIN CRUST WITH lots of pepperoni and cheese and meat and green pepper and cheese and more meatXD (omh this question rocks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW...&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts First Waking Up: What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;My Bedtime: Never earlier than eleven&lt;br /&gt;My Most Missed Memory: IJ IJ IJ IJ IJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4: MY PICK&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: Both.Yum&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: What?&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Uhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: Teh Tarik!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla!&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: I know i'll sound so stupid but whats the difference?0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Yuck.But it seems so cool when kazuya minekura draws it huh?&lt;br /&gt;Curse: HELL YEAH&lt;br /&gt;Take Showers: -________________- ..yes&lt;br /&gt;Have a Crush: Had&lt;br /&gt;Think You’ve Been In Love: Im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Go To School: Uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;Want To Get Married: Probably.Or i'll live with the person thats nice too(:&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself: Believe in what? 0.o That im stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Think You're A Health Freak: Maybe just a little.Am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6: IN THE PAST, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Alcohol:Yeah, but i dont like the taste.So i'll never get drunk T_T&lt;br /&gt;Gone To The Mall: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Been Onstage: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Dyed Your Hair: no. but black's the nicest yeah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7: HAVE YOU EVER…&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game: Yuck.no one would wanna see me strip:P&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: 0.o not really.but i change anyway, but not to fit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8: AGE YOU’RE HOPING…&lt;br /&gt;To Get Married: 25(: YOUNG I KNOW BUT STILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GUY, WHAT ARE YOUR PREFERENCES?&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour: Black or i dont know green purple&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour: BLACK or whatever suits the style..&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: Whatever suits hey why's it asking specifically 'A GUY'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;br /&gt;A Minute Ago: This? MSN?&lt;br /&gt;An Hour Ago: MSN?&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: Literature project&lt;br /&gt;A Month Ago: May 24? beats me&lt;br /&gt;A Year Ago: 0_0 probably emoing heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCES…&lt;br /&gt;I love: .......-cough-&lt;br /&gt;I feel: stupid&lt;br /&gt;I hate: softball training even though i didnt go:D&lt;br /&gt;I hide: MY OH SO LUSTFUL DESIRES...nah.what do i hide?&lt;br /&gt;I miss: ~you already!HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;I need: to pee now (OKAY I DONT!But it was the first thing that came to mind HEEHEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 12: TAG PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA LINSHA CAITLIN UH, YEAH THATS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND POOR POOR BEN.(lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4514476931782520556?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4514476931782520556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4514476931782520556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-sorry-layer-1-outside-name.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4233389965967459525</id><published>2008-06-20T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:02:52.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Few days left to school (homework to hand in) but i know people who have been playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq with her cooking academy and sushi go round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda with all her weird shit games like breeding rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNTANGLE. hahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interconnected dots and you move the dots around to separate the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i havent been playing it for long.Until i got stuck at the 2nd last tangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its real easy, but the 2nd last Really got me stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda's got her brain fried by rabbits so she gave up untangle real soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyone else smart, go try this strategy game(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/untangle.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/untangle.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SFu3BY8h3AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Af6NTyyJ8PI/s1600-h/Tangled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213962228115561474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SFu3BY8h3AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Af6NTyyJ8PI/s320/Tangled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE THE SMILEY FACE?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SFu3BbZev6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7DzQy3LtjaA/s1600-h/untangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213962228773863330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SFu3BbZev6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7DzQy3LtjaA/s320/untangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEE HOW TEDIOUS IT WAS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-fried- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im at the last one now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesnt look any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4233389965967459525?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4233389965967459525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4233389965967459525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-days-left-to-school-homework-to.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SFu3BY8h3AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Af6NTyyJ8PI/s72-c/Tangled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2107756580523150955</id><published>2008-06-04T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:27:30.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The impossible quiz is ruining me.But guess what, IM AT QUESTION 91 HAHAHA BEAT THAT. If you're bored, go get addicted too cus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ohoh im so evil (dream on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quizzes strike again and now ive so many to do gah Gah GAH GAHHHHH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the gorgeous-genius-who-else?-cait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q1: Do you like your current school?&lt;br /&gt;UHHHHHH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IJ was best.Where the clique is is always best yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q2: What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;Transfer out of softball to badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[BUT IM NOT GOING FOR SOFTBALL TOMORROW OH JOY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q3: Who is the closest person to you in your school?&lt;br /&gt;Christy.But then again, im thinking maybe someone else ah I DONT KNOW, ME,IM MY CLOSEST PERSON oh that sounds pathetic XP heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q4: Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.Annoyed and wanna end them in hospital on life support but no X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q5: Are you afraid of death?&lt;br /&gt;Shit yes YES im so afraid it drives me nuts to think about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but on the other hand, its fun to think what i would do before i die:D ooh heard it before anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[i'll go on a robbing and killing spree then enjoy for a day and when the police comes to arrest me i suicide whoo hoo]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6: Do you think having a relationship is a burden?&lt;br /&gt;The only burden would be the time you gotta waste, but if you're in one you wouldnt think that its waste yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q7: Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It happens to Magical persons at Magical time in Magical places!!(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In books? Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q8: Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.With maintaince and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q9: Have you ever broken someone's heart that he/she wants to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Woah that'll be cool.though tragic, but it'll be cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Cus who would?O.o]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10: What do you enjoy doing the most?&lt;br /&gt;Usual.Reading.Chatting.Badminton.Escaping softball training and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uhhhhhh, HEEHEE(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q11: Have you ever done anything for your admirer?&lt;br /&gt;What admirer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q12: What feeling do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed? And screwing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q13: Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah ESPECIALLY YOU CAIT AND JACQ AND TONS PEOPLE BLAHBLAH BLAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q14. Who would you probably spend the rest of your life with?&lt;br /&gt;Oooh id like to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q15: What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My peoples and uh FOOD and happy happy stuffs the very HAPPY happy stuffs do you want me to name all the happy stuffs? -evil smile-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q16: Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.Its not.Stupid.If it is then im stupid cus i wouldve used my brilliant smartness -Yes! im not stupid!- to happy the things up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q17: Who do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;Dont know.I wish its you (huh why?) but i dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dumb right -_-&lt;br /&gt;BUT im dumb!, not stupid HEEHEE &lt;-omg i think its genius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q18: Who do you talk most to in school?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh i talk? uhhh me and christy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(HAHHAA YES ME, AT LEAST I THINK SO(: ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah i talk to myself cus no one would listen to my crap boohoo but its sadly true&lt;br /&gt;My head Is filled with boring rubbishhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q19: What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts?Or the fan?Or the news?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instructions: remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, then tag 6 people in your list, list them out in the end of this post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have a blessing from all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THAT RULE. I SHALL IGNORE IT- i said &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;-cait said.i think itd be smart to follow her yeah! follow her kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) This is stuoid&lt;br /&gt;2) I dont wanna fill&lt;br /&gt;3) BLHABLAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) EGGS HAM CHOCOLATES CURRYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;5) EVERYONE GO HUG THE FRIDGE NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) [NO IM NOT HUNGRY] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh hey guys if you dont like seafood much, like me, or dont like beaches, like me, then dont go to bintan cus the shit there's hell expensive cus its all imported and so there's nothing to buy and the shit food's ex tooooo so if you Love beaches and seafood then whatever, go then. I wasted five day there and the best thing was disney channel. Swimming pools ruin your hair, i believe, and i spent an entire afternoon in one one day and didnt wanna go again; they make you dont wanna come out of the water. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I MISS PHINEAS AND FERB ALREADY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ and i only watched one episode hoho(; ]&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/36232035-2107756580523150955?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2107756580523150955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2107756580523150955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/impossible-quiz-is-ruining-me.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5298559925955981100</id><published>2008-05-30T17:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:23:51.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hey There Delilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the altered lyrics mean no offence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;v.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there deliah whats it like in new york city&lt;br /&gt;Imma thousand miles away but i can see that bag so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its true&lt;br /&gt;Im not as rich as compared to you&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoohoo hooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there deliah please get me that Louis Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll do it in a heartbeat cus i know its with me you're smitten&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And sign the bill yeah&lt;br /&gt;Im quite sure you wont mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ what you'll get for me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ get that bag for me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ please buy that bag for me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ yeah cus you know you love me- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-NOOOO ZOEY DOESNT WANT A BAG&lt;br /&gt;DONT LET THE SONG FOOL YOU&lt;br /&gt;ITS JUST SUETYI BRAIN WAVES FEEDING INTO ZOEY'S&lt;br /&gt;NO WAIT, ITS JUST ALL THE TAGGERS' TAGS ON MY TAGBOARD&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, TALK &lt;strong&gt;BAGS&lt;/strong&gt; ON ZOEYLOH'S TAGBOARD&lt;br /&gt;Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;You know who Zoeyloh is&lt;br /&gt;And bags cant be her thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..So suet go sing that song to Cait(:&lt;br /&gt;Since she said she'd get me the bag if delilah wont&lt;br /&gt;So im sure she'd get the G1 it too&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is she havent one&lt;br /&gt;And she wants it(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZOEY THE ANTI BAG WISHES FOR TONS OF BAGS FOR ALL HER BAG CRAZED FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah you gotta love me for that!&lt;/span&gt;&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/36232035-5298559925955981100?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5298559925955981100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5298559925955981100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/v.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-7875701969973710670</id><published>2008-05-24T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:10:39.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My tablet's confiscated people, no idea where it is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Using the laptop heehee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.02pm, saturday. Ask me why im not in school, ask me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im so bad.I pon softball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But hell, its awesome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a nightmare. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A softball coach, and a discipline mistress. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whattheheck? Who dreams of Yvonne ong? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But nightmare, yes, makes sense &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downloaded icytower in lappy.Trying to unlock brown now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh did i mention? It took me a saturday's night worth of training &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THAT NI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GHT I DID AN EXTREME MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoohoooo yes i bet you never did harriet, nor you suet:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah well but she's a floor-er, im the combo-er, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though&lt;/strong&gt; i&lt;strong&gt; did finally touch pink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i need more practice! Harriet's improving everytime!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She touched bone T_T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAN-BATTE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two amazings in a row&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But snowys and brownies are good for those stuffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last day of school didnt feel quite like last day of school, should have been happier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh.Give us a mass run why dont you dammit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And make us cleanup classroom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macs after the few pathetic hours of school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before that was a saga of dumping i still cant get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shared a bigbreakfast with christy that was hell expensive, coulde bought two mcchickens with that money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to mention. the bigbreakfast was freakin small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMALL, I TELL YA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWW SHUCKS.JUST LET ME TOUCH BLUE AND FREAKING UNLOCK THE BROWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Tham's catching me and my untucked shirt all over school these days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why's he everywhere?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During crezmun break time he saw the hastily tucked in front,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspicious eh? So he turned to look the back, untucked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So i should be half-proud of her right?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES.ITS RARELY EVER TUCKED, FRONT OR BACK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crezmun was nice, fun, colddd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Tham went out and came back wearing jacket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn those with jackets, i wanted one too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suetyi's neither warm nor cold, yikes man.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;But no fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had mandy in my ear reminding me not to sleep, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The back row's great for other-people's-screen-viewing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pearlyn at her blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Zoey Lee playing icytower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Them at front says she jumps one by one) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;199 to blue wth -_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruiqi is super cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she was attacking India's resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bad grammer aside, this resolution is vague"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear everyone was applauding when she ended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor India&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teabreak time, i ate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three packets of chips, few biscuits, bottle of water, one yucky cloud 9 wafer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christy says its alot.Hoho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay.Just unlocked brown. Phew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! :D Guess who's here! ;D Miss Loh complained the ending of her post was lousy. So here I am! :D &lt;s&gt;trying&lt;/s&gt; to make it better. haha, :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She unlocked blue or brown! Haha, she's hardly ever reached Pink. HHAAH,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm the one who can unlock blue okay. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAH, (sorry Miss Loh) Well, What else to say! And, Please note, Don't damn me because I had a jacket. Because, the jacket DID NOT work. Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Froze in CrezMUN and,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE MY ANGEL IS GOOD. Sigh. haha,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Ruiqi will never read this anyway) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, ILYRUIQI! hahah! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bet Miss Loh loves her too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, that's all. (this is sounding like MY post) Okay, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S ALL FOR MISS LOH'S POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-7875701969973710670?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7875701969973710670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7875701969973710670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-tablets-confiscated-people-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-327862251670217621</id><published>2008-05-19T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:19:48.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did i mention i missed out two pictures? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry people! Tormenting you with two more! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SDF8NmFthFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v5PxQZKpEfo/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202075617594278994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SDF8NmFthFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v5PxQZKpEfo/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SDF8OWFthGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wpYvb0s-y5A/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202075630479180898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SDF8OWFthGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wpYvb0s-y5A/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here's something i drew some time ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SDF9xmFthHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KjJ_fab74Fo/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img4624.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202077335581197426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SDF9xmFthHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KjJ_fab74Fo/s400/MsgPlus_Img4624.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it? What is it??! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its mad vegetables. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A carrot; a tomato. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i leave the rest to your imagination. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-327862251670217621?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/327862251670217621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/327862251670217621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/did-i-mention-i-missed-out-two-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SDF8NmFthFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/v5PxQZKpEfo/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6720437762278143441</id><published>2008-05-18T15:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:21:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IVE GOT A PIGLET~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CUTE CUTE PIGLETTTT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have i told anyone before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since like 6 ive always wanted a toy piglet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And ive got it finally after, um,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omg 8 years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_Z1GFtg-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TouR2_msGNY/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201615600827073506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_Z1GFtg-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TouR2_msGNY/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIGLET LOVES MY TABLET!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH, UNLIKE YOU ANDRO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-snigger-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO ELSE LOVES MY TABLET~? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH I KNOW YOU DO AMANDA, AND LINSHA TOO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND HARRIET, YOU GUYS LOVE MOLESTING MY TABLET YEAHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_Z1mFtg_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/b8SU5loxlbI/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201615609417008114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_Z1mFtg_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/b8SU5loxlbI/s400/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIGLET IS SO CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X)))))))))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKYOU WONDERFUL PERSON WHO FUFILLED MY DREAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(dream of owning a toy piglet)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM RIGHT, IF YOU WISH HARD ENOUGH FOR SOMETHING, THE OPPORTUNITY TO GET IT WILL PRESENT ITSELF TO YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THEN ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS GRAB THE OPPORTUNITY(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE? I GOT PIGLET AFTER WAITING FOR EIGHT YEARS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISHED FOR C1 HARD ENOUGH, THAT'S PROOF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! I'M HERE AGAIN! HAHA, WHILE SHE'S POSTING TOO! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIGLET!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jDWFthAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HXpE6XhvRxE/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201625741244859394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jDWFthAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HXpE6XhvRxE/s400/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I LIKE THIS PICTURE ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUS I THINK PIGLET LOOKS DAMN SHUANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND PLUS ITS ALOT OF BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup its my comfy velvety black sofa^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jDmFthBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8nvBisy4mOU/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201625745539826706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jDmFthBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8nvBisy4mOU/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND PIGLET FELL DOWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jD2FthCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4xwZSzBWv7U/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201625749834794018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jD2FthCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4xwZSzBWv7U/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jD2FthDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I6yP66kqlc0/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201625749834794034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jD2FthDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/I6yP66kqlc0/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAN SEE MY DP'S PIGLET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jEGFthEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qD3fJcwiuMA/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201625754129761346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_jEGFthEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qD3fJcwiuMA/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-GRINS- PIGLET'S CUTE LITTLE BUTT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6720437762278143441?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6720437762278143441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6720437762278143441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-got-piglet-cute-cute-pigletttt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/SC_Z1GFtg-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TouR2_msGNY/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-173841579037728589</id><published>2008-05-17T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:17:41.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a freaky elmo came to school&lt;br /&gt;Scary laughter&lt;br /&gt;Apparently a bday present for phoebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man with that money i would have rather it all spent on mangas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got red braces which supposedly looks pink, yuck&lt;br /&gt;Id like the red to be blood red:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 pull ups but i crapped 2.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the class hoodie. You like it too right Linsha?^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced like hell and now i can actually play with the spacebar&lt;br /&gt;Getting wows in icytower&lt;br /&gt;(nah id lose it tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so darn cool. Harriet's gotta be called Xinyi in front of my mum,&lt;br /&gt;and im Amanda to her's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball's blahh sigh. i wish i had chosen badminton&lt;br /&gt;BADMINTON IS MY LIFEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im boring you huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.im boring myself even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shall i mention?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMHHHHH JAMIE ROCKS OMH I LOOOOOOVE HER OMGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's Bi ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We ended up the same i see(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH JAMIE YOU SO ROCKKK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA((((((((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im still boring you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh godddd if ive nothing to say then i might as well not post right&lt;br /&gt; -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WTF MAN GO TO HELL ZO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im boring myself wthhh, where got such thing one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so messed up today mannnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, i played RUNESCAPE for hours today okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, SCREW UP, im screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.There's some stupid bug in the stupid white sofa and its biting me all over&lt;br /&gt;My god i can see them gross tiny bite marks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..im the only one bitten T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh i smell too sweet huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD DONT FUCKING BITE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit you bugs i'll killll you if i can actually FIND you.Stupid invisible bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dont listen to the previous post.i didnt do well.that girl herself got an 81 FOR SCIENCE man ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.This post sucks.&lt;br /&gt;(then why am i posting it?!!)&lt;br /&gt;(stupid zoey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-173841579037728589?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/173841579037728589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/173841579037728589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-week-uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2608621025612473448</id><published>2008-05-16T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:31:05.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!(;</title><content type='html'>HELLO, I'm obviously not Zoey. (Of course)&lt;br /&gt;And I think its damn obvious who the hell I am.&lt;br /&gt;So I shan't introduce(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT HAS BEEN GOING ON IN MISS LOH'S LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;STAYING IN SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;WAITING FOR THE BELL TO RING.&lt;br /&gt;THEN GOING HOME WITH CHRISTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's her day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Awesome huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, HER RESULTS ARE AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's all for now folks!)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Person who is obviously not Zoey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2608621025612473448?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2608621025612473448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2608621025612473448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title='HELLO!(;'/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2404095064355278927</id><published>2008-05-11T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:13:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night was a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah my cover was blown fuck. my parents found out i wasnt straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cus i got my tablet taken away by my dad, and, yeah, i was fighting for it cus there was stuff he really really shouldnt see stuff that not even 3you guys should see -cough- and so -COUGH- there you go.they found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biggest screw-up yeah. i was never gonna tell, and wtf i had everything under &lt;em&gt;control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my mum went into shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad was completely alright with it. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant say anything about what my mum said cus i want to completely erase the memory,&lt;br /&gt;but my dad's talk was fine(: he was like "i rather you start with a girl than a boy" cus yknow, all the pregnancy shit haha.&lt;br /&gt;majorly the talk was the usual studies crap -_-&lt;br /&gt;and alot of embarrassing subtle comments -cough-&lt;br /&gt;[yeah?did i mention? they found out who i uh, liked&lt;br /&gt;my mum's first guess hit bulls eye -_- dont think my dad knows the name though, double-_-]&lt;br /&gt;fishhhh , lets ignore that&lt;br /&gt;anyway my dad had the same comment as everyone else, lol&lt;br /&gt;as in, why do you like her? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;hey dont ask me i dont know! :P&lt;br /&gt;and blah blah blah,&lt;br /&gt;i remember he kept implying dont restrict your choices or something&lt;br /&gt;and dont chat too much (cus he read the convos and said they were crap LOL I GOTTA AGREE XP) and dont be like wasting my time and go do more meaningful things and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents did talk about it (with each other) i GUESS&lt;br /&gt;how do i know?cus my mum called up friday afternoon saying that&lt;br /&gt;my dad said it seems im more open to him than her&lt;br /&gt;and how she's hurt BLAH&lt;br /&gt;btw thats all she said.then she went all emo and pms-ing about her life and how she hates her job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's still normal yeah ;)&lt;br /&gt;but i hate it when my mum mentions anything bout it yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-friday in school-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTT CRAMPS X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.sex ed in the hall for three fucking hours -_-&lt;br /&gt;(or was it four?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2404095064355278927?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2404095064355278927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2404095064355278927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-all-thursday-night-was-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8399071107454496264</id><published>2008-05-08T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:35:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was awesome&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT THAT, URGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if its something i ate, i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;was it the latte pineapple fried rice combination, or the liz's peach aloe vera&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOWWWWWW, BUT I FELT SICK SOON AFTER I DRANK THE WONDERFUL STUFF&lt;br /&gt;its not fair, the peach aloe vera was damn nice&lt;br /&gt;i had to throw away that bottle T_T&lt;br /&gt;sick through free period T_T&lt;br /&gt;(but at least cus of it i couldnt go for softball :P)&lt;br /&gt;sick through the afternoon -_-&lt;br /&gt;harriet was like telling me go vomit, you'll feel better&lt;br /&gt;even had to be dragged to the toilet (cus i got like this vomiting phobia)&lt;br /&gt;when i finally had the courage, nothing came out -_-&lt;br /&gt;not fairrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that helped couldnt last long ))))))):&lt;br /&gt;bah, huh.annoying&lt;br /&gt;anyway things that took my mind off the feeling did some good&lt;br /&gt;like the tablet^^ (so yeah like right now i feel fine^^)&lt;br /&gt;i was like telling my mum, yeah i feel like vomiting (so cant really eat)&lt;br /&gt;she was like, then you're getting even thinner&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;if im getting thinner, then :OOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;MAN ALL MY SKIRTS ARE LIKE LOOSENING WTF&lt;br /&gt;argh i dont wanna be thinner!!&lt;br /&gt;yuck! skin and bones is yuck!&lt;br /&gt;i love my food thankyouverymuch and neither do i control my eating habits&lt;br /&gt;no softball during exam period, no badminton when dad's outta town so I HAVENT BEEN EXERCISING&lt;br /&gt;SO I OUGHT TO BE LIKE, PUTTING ON WEIGHT RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOOOOOO, IT DOESNT SEEM SOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;URGH WHY THE HELL IS THIS HAPPENING TO MEEE (CLUTCHING HAIR)&lt;br /&gt;ive felt nauseous the whole day its ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;BLAH YEAH GO AFFECT MY DINNER TOO&lt;br /&gt;i had to make myself eat.&lt;br /&gt;the rice and raw salmon and broccoli were too inviting, mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;but i ATE SO LITTLE cus i had to give up halfway T_T&lt;br /&gt;(fume)&lt;br /&gt;STUPID VOMITING FEELING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8399071107454496264?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8399071107454496264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8399071107454496264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-was-awesome-except-that-urgggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6315207282446982582</id><published>2008-04-29T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:54:58.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im crazy man. its one am.&lt;br /&gt;OOH!THAT RHYMED!!!OOOH!&lt;br /&gt;told you i was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;up studying science.&lt;br /&gt;now is more like trying to find something to study, knowing i would find something to study cus &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;im not some genius professor who knows everything (all answers provided were all first carefully researched off wiki),&lt;/span&gt; but choosing to think im so knowledgeable that there's nothing left, so i wont feel guilty cus im blog surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, did that sentence confuse much? dont worry, it confused me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good cus no PE&lt;br /&gt;and slacky english&lt;br /&gt;and slacky math&lt;br /&gt;and slacky cs&lt;br /&gt;and slacky extra history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, it wasnt really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was dedicated to trying to learn science but giving up.&lt;br /&gt;english was dedicated to- sleeping then icy tower [me] / icytower then sleeping [harriet].&lt;br /&gt;math was dedicated to uh, trying to escape ms loo cus i didnt do math.&lt;br /&gt;but it was very trilling and i didnt get caught and that was very self fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;and cs was dedicated to escaping ms jean too cus i didnt do cs.&lt;br /&gt;not trilling the least bit though trying to chop the tree with my stick figure using flash was..shit.&lt;br /&gt;and extra history needed no brains and was all copy copy type type, trying not to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;planned to go home with suet but changed plans cus they were walking in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pearlyn is geniusly hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we both signed up for the australian science competition and completely forgot we did.&lt;br /&gt;and so we had to sign to show we acknowledged we wouldnt be refunded.&lt;br /&gt;i got a pen from pam (AHHH!THAT RHYMES TOO), and&lt;br /&gt;pearlyn snatched it away shouting "ladies first!"&lt;br /&gt;i infer pearlyn's subconscious thinks im a guy T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lalala im not gonna talk about the poking except that i think suet's hard and that no tessay shall not be allowed to see, cus its crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:15 PM) And sing me that: Look at what we're saying about you&lt;br /&gt;(6:15 PM) Soudeska: what?&lt;br /&gt;(6:15 PM) And sing me that:&lt;br /&gt;Je t'adore says:&lt;br /&gt;at times like this, she's awesome&lt;br /&gt;And sing me that lullaby, says:&lt;br /&gt;(: She's awesome most times, just always take it for granted. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH I TOTALLY GET THAT. WHAT TIMES, I WOULD LIKE TO ASK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a story i found on LS's friend's blog was fantastic.the: 「叶子的离开，是因为风的强求，还是树的不挽留。」 one.&lt;br /&gt;if i posted it, would anybody read?): hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pearlyn im calling you pearl if i can get used to it and calling you pear on tag replies&lt;br /&gt;(how bout say -cough- shorten the word harriet to carrot too?)&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know im gonna get my head smacked for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lies by big bang is so good i had to send it to christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHHHEEEEEEEE IM LOVED BY JIYEON AND PEARLYN IM SO HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6315207282446982582?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6315207282446982582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6315207282446982582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-crazy-man.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2830570280429015630</id><published>2008-04-27T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:10:27.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WAHHHH!!! WAHH WAHH WAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!!! AH!AHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;ZOEY!&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW JI YEON?&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;she loves you...&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE IN THAT SCH RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;yup=D&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHH&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;she came back from nanyang the other day&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;and she was telling me about you guys...&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;amanda, you, linsha&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;coooool&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;and you were like?&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;lols...&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;cos i totally agree with her about her opinion of you guys&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;she loves you like hell cos she finds you very entertaining and funny&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;yes:D&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;SOOO COOL MAN&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;TOOOO COOOL&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;eh.so im her her new amazing wonderful bi friend huh?&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;did she what, tell everyone about me?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;yar&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;she kept on saying that she really wants to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;oh nooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to disappoint her&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;heyhey&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of jiyeon?&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling both of you are quite alike&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;what if ive changed?&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;from p6?&lt;br /&gt;Soudeska says:&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;but both of you seem to have the same character and stuff&lt;br /&gt;-euni*(: your funny face lights up my life says:&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think you changed=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.IM FREAKING.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;WHHHEEEEEEEEE.OKAY IM NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;X P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND SINCE IM BLOGGING NOW&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD LIKE TO SAY:&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO HARRIET MY OPPOSITE X) "&lt;br /&gt;[YEAH RANDOM I KNOW.BUT HER MSN'S GOING WONKY.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2830570280429015630?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2830570280429015630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2830570280429015630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/wahhhh-wahh-wahh-wahhh-ahhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1266971415140968896</id><published>2008-04-25T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:03:54.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning was kinda screwed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this afternoon was sheer craziness man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thankgod the night was better than the last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i screwed up compo omg&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what i wrote was &lt;em&gt;embarrassing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;omg omg please dont let the marker know me omg&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just totally rock at screwing huh&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;So people what was sheer craziness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact that i was being so random shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the same time being driven outta my mind for quite a while by harriet and cait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah!Its all thanks to them for that previous post of a masterpiece !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3:58 PM) And sing me that lullaby,: its called 'autopilot' crap&lt;br /&gt;(3:58 PM) Taskete: um.im seeing poop flying out of an airplane's butt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-madness man, madness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 3.20 i told pearlyn i was gonna go bathe&lt;br /&gt;then she said something and i had to do something and i said something and she said something and drag drag drag&lt;br /&gt;guess when i actually did bathe?4.20!&lt;br /&gt;-a full hour. damn cool lol-&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive had a shocking relavation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tennis balls arent green, but yellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldnt register all that was said last night properly today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traumatizing much?Hoho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yeah my head's doing perfect in blocking it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;CRYING IS SO COOL&lt;br /&gt;Especially the tear rolling down part man&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;[im crazy huh -_-]&lt;br /&gt;But yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never cried so hard in ages man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol doncha worry folks im okay (;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Post Script)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and cait, yeah you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you seriously had me fretting like shit trying to figure how i was gonna explain it to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dont think you've got it all though, i'll still have to try let you understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1266971415140968896?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1266971415140968896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1266971415140968896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-morning-was-kinda-screwed-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1906195569412677523</id><published>2008-04-25T17:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:50:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arrghh... shit!&lt;br /&gt;shit man shit!&lt;br /&gt;hello shit!&lt;br /&gt;byebye shit!&lt;br /&gt;shut up shit!&lt;br /&gt;oh haha sounds like im talking to someone haahaa..&lt;br /&gt;im crazy shit!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;shuddup shuddup ha ha haa..&lt;br /&gt;shuddup shit! i said shuddup! dude shit, im going outta my mindddd&lt;br /&gt;...shit!&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!WHEREEE AREEE YOUUUU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I.SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, LOOKIE LOOKIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM.GOING.OUTTA.MY.MIIIIIIIIIIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAST PIG IS DYING&lt;br /&gt;STOMACH IS HUNGRY&lt;br /&gt;LEMON JUICE.&lt;br /&gt;UP&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;YOUR.&lt;br /&gt;EYYEEEEEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOSHI MOSHI WATASHI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[yo!zoey aint always like this yknow!^^ its kinda cool she is now,yeah!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAY IT WITH MEEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAUGHTERING, KILLING, WHEE WHEE WOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY, NUTTERS, WOO WOO HOOOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANTING, CHANTING SCREAMING SHOUT&lt;br /&gt;LA LAAA, LA LAAA, RUN ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOMACH, SINKING, SINKING IN QUICKSAND&lt;br /&gt;OHH LOOK, OHH LOOK, A YUMMY LOOKING ANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[haha like pearlyn said she knows, zoey isnt a random person,yeah!^^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE LAH, DIE LAH, DIE DIE DIE&lt;br /&gt;FLY LAH, FLY LAH, FLY FLY FLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO MADE ME LIKE THIS?WHO WHOO WHOO?&lt;br /&gt;OWN UP YOU, OWN UPPIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LOUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GO TO HELL LAH ZOEY, GET SUCKED INTO A VACUUM CLEANER]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1906195569412677523?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1906195569412677523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1906195569412677523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrghh.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6098613157775261772</id><published>2008-04-25T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:16:45.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;cait.i need to talk to you, desperately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6098613157775261772?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6098613157775261772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6098613157775261772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/cait.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-9010454621470151460</id><published>2008-04-24T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:22:30.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the ears hurt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-9010454621470151460?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/9010454621470151460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/9010454621470151460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/ears-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3020942285922823696</id><published>2008-04-23T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:29:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind you this is for super wu liao people unless you're really interested in which is the strongest muscle in the body..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9:27 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;zoey (sorry jacq) do you think i should post more interesting things on my blog like my ever so happening sex life? -asks yeo jinni&lt;br /&gt;(9:27 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;you could cait&lt;br /&gt;(9:27 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;urh what?&lt;br /&gt;(9:27 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;sick people like me would wanna read&lt;br /&gt;(9:27 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;(9:27 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;blog about the 30 minute orgasms that pig s have?&lt;br /&gt;(9:28 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(9:28 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;i thought&lt;br /&gt;(9:28 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;some other creature&lt;br /&gt;(9:28 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;can go at it for 6 hours O.o&lt;br /&gt;(9:30 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;ummmm&lt;br /&gt;(9:30 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;annabel chong?&lt;br /&gt;(9:31 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(9:32 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?!&lt;br /&gt;(9:32 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;6 HOURS ORGASM!!&lt;br /&gt;(9:33 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;annabel chong?&lt;br /&gt;(9:33 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;who taht?&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;famous&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;lady who could&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;record no. of men&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;she did it with in 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;OH HER! i know her.&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;200+ men&lt;br /&gt;(9:34 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;zoey. slugs have 4 noses. another fact from never ending supply. HHA&lt;br /&gt;(9:36 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;(9:36 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;so jacq&lt;br /&gt;(9:36 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;cool!&lt;br /&gt;(9:36 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(9:36 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;(9:37 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;when feeeling nervous, octopuses chew their tentacles off&lt;br /&gt;(9:37 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;they then grow back later&lt;br /&gt;(9:37 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;imagine chewing ur arm off whenever ur nervous..&lt;br /&gt;(9:38 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;eeww..&lt;br /&gt;(9:38 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(9:38 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;urhgg&lt;br /&gt;(9:38 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;ZOEY LOH&lt;br /&gt;(9:38 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;The tongue is often described in biology texts as the strongest muscle in the body. Wikipedia describes it as "the strongest muscle in the human body proportional to size." It is agreed in science circles that the tongue is the strongest muscle.&lt;br /&gt;(9:38 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;(9:38 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;its the jaw lahh&lt;br /&gt;(9:39 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;no MUSCLE. its the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;(9:39 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;(9:39 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;isn't the jaw a muscle?&lt;br /&gt;(9:39 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;well i saw tongue. you say jaw, and the non existent zoeey says heart&lt;br /&gt;(9:40 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;wait.so wiki says the tougue is the strongest musles?&lt;br /&gt;(9:40 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;muscle*&lt;br /&gt;(9:40 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;no jacq jaw isnt relly muslce&lt;br /&gt;(9:40 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;then what is it&lt;br /&gt;(9:41 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;um&lt;br /&gt;(9:41 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;bones?&lt;br /&gt;(9:41 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;uhh&lt;br /&gt;(9:41 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;it isn't-;-&lt;br /&gt;(9:41 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;no.. some are muscles&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;learn your science!&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;bones + muscles = movement&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;how can your jaw move without muscles&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;"the strongest muscle in the body is debateable"&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;i say tongue&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;ur not like able to move any other muscle so well.. i think. like yeah and my tongue never gets worn out.&lt;br /&gt;(9:42 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;tongue has no bones&lt;br /&gt;(9:43 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;its a muscle..&lt;br /&gt;(9:43 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH JACQ!&lt;br /&gt;(9:43 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;mmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;(9:43 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;how does it moves?&lt;br /&gt;(9:43 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;the tongue has 16 muscles..&lt;br /&gt;(9:43 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND THE ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND IT I FOUND THE ANSWER!&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;"pound for pound the uterus is the strongest"&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;(9:44 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;"The tongue may possibly be the strongest muscle at birth"&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;"aw muscle is recorded to have a bite strength of 4337 N but that is due to the short lever that is the jaw."&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;UTERUS??&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;*jaw&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;and glutenous maximus. which is like ur butt.&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;no jaw isnt strongest&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;heart --&gt; nowhere in existence&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;it seems strong cos of the leverage&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;(9:45 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;(9:46 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;br /&gt;(9:46 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;hang on. it says that it power output of the human heart range from 1 to 5 watts. This is much less than the maximum power output of other muscles; for example, the quadriceps can produce over 100 watts, but only for a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;(9:46 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;OH IM SO SCIENTIFICAL!&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;hey did you know ther's gay penguins too?&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM)&lt;br /&gt;(L)♀JACK OF THE SEVEN SEAS! has changed his/her personal message to "maybe one day you'll be the one experiencing what real pain feels like"&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;WOOOTS&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;GO YOU ANIMALS&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;so its the heart?&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;no the heart isnt mcuh&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;no it saws uterus and glutimus maximus&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;the world cant decide..&lt;br /&gt;(9:47 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;i still say tongue.&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;i guess uterus is right&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;how else do you give birth&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;too true.i remain faithful to the tongue&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;well cait&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;JACQ! YOU HAVNT TAGGED FOR EONS ):&lt;br /&gt;(9:48 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;put a weight on your tongue and try to lift it&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;sorry cait!&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;i'll got ag&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;*go tag&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;yaye you&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;com lag&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;well zoey how you talk?&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;without the wonderful thing which is ur tonuge&lt;br /&gt;(9:49 PM) ♀JACK OF THE SE:&lt;br /&gt;you can't talk without your jaw dear&lt;br /&gt;(9:50 PM) Wakaranaiyo:&lt;br /&gt;then how does your blood move? without the wonderful thing which is your heart?&lt;br /&gt;(9:50 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;well ur tongue does the moving too ok.&lt;br /&gt;(9:50 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;STOP BULLYING IT!&lt;br /&gt;(9:50 PM) CAKELYNNNNN;  be:&lt;br /&gt;well i think tongue is the best cos u can move it nicely and stick it out and its pink and its not fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..Then we talk about Cheryl Ngay about her telephone number and address. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ man i seriously wonder who actually read this ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3020942285922823696?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3020942285922823696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3020942285922823696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/mind-you-this-is-for-super-wu-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8023815408707519491</id><published>2008-04-19T18:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:44:05.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY: back in softball and i totally suck lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taught jiyeon some facts off wiki about dolphins - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dolphins are known to have sex for reasons other than reproduction, sometimes also engaging in acts of a homosexual nature.[22] Various dolphin species have been known to engage in sexual behaviour with other dolphin species,[22] this also having resulted in various hybrid dolphin species as mentioned earlier. Sexual encounters may be violent, with male dolphins sometimes showing aggressive behaviour towards both females and other male dolphins.[22][23] Occasionally, dolphins will also show sexual behaviour towards other animals, including humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gay dolphins?she thinks its cool haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY: suet does this amazingly hilarious imitation of liz voice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont care.i CANNOT play icy tower PRESSING the stupid spacebar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;found out the senior's name in the weirdest way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even tessay has no idea whats an orgasm.im so freaked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and our art video's fantas man but nobody got the underwater scene either &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yknow,the jellyfish and coke bottle,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its so gross you'd think the other shit eating hippo video scene was cute &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuckyy XP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was playing catch with this pencil &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then trying to get it into harr's shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yvonne came to pam and so was right in between &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..still trying to get it in..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yvonne-'no handy-panky!' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAAH!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got it in eventuallyX)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arashi's nice and so's yui makino &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tell me song soon gets on your nerves&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got that girls generation song stuck in my head and now its actually on repeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its still mainly avenged and bfmv &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its JACQ'S BIRTHDAY, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so we went to the scgs carnival &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(me linsha andro.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;linsha told me she knew L. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i guessed right. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L, YOU ARE MEIZHEN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously linsha never mentioned she was gay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well she just doesnt like guys&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but hell, she's in the lesbo class 201&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honey sticks.i bought one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i went back and bought three more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heheh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you see people with face paint and all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like jacq's friend sherilyn (i guess i didnt?) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i find her uh,&lt;/span&gt; really nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yikes man i swear i was nearly flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheese sausages we bought four, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;girl at the stall was kinda cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you dont see much nice ones anywhere else &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unless you mean the scsg one after we entered the gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jacq says i ought to get that book for myself instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perhaps, jacq,if i get my senses back in time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ls and andro left early &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but ls was gonna be late for something (as usual)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yeah i still liked my bus ride home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been sleeping alot today i guess &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need to catch some sleep anyways &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will be staying up late to catch up on work &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope its not on the tablet shit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;think i ought to keep my mouth shut from you better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8023815408707519491?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8023815408707519491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8023815408707519491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesday-back-in-softball-and-i-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-7477489548681271563</id><published>2008-04-13T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:26:39.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im going deathnote crazy even though ive only watched the first movie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but REALLYYY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg LLLLLLLLL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Misa too, whatever you say andro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No seriously, Misa is like hot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISA &lt;33333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deathnote the movie is my wallpaper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..but im not looking at L, but at Misa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i dont think she looks bimbo.not at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive this yaoi picture of L and Light &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they're sleeping together.its really sweet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY ANDRO REALLYYYY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;krystal's HILARIOUS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's got really amazing thoughts and insights &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a very nice person to talk with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my parents like her alot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[NOT BECAUSE OF HER STUDYNESS PLEASE] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's very cute, my mother says &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiyeon got me into avengedsevenfold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(AFTERLIFE and UNHOLYCONFESSIONS) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the suckiest thing is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant find anybody else to share it with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they cant stand metal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;booooboooblahblah); &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope someone would go listen and tell me they've fallen in love with it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHH THAT'LL BE GREAT HOHOHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant stand it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my socks are like one high one invisible all the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tessay is nuts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont see why the hell she wants muscles &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as andro puts it, go for muscles only if you cant have a good figure &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ty is like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so yeah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i told my parents not to bring me to paris these two years cus id so die in front of a kebab&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;haah kidding PARIS MOSES GRACEE I DONT CARE IWANNASEEYOUU&lt;br /&gt;but GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;in july they're coming for a MONTH&lt;br /&gt;my mum's gonna try find moses a JOB.HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;at KAP or subway&lt;br /&gt;MANDA WE WOULD SO HAFTA GO THEN&lt;br /&gt;no i mean everyone, jacq cait and everybody&lt;br /&gt;-hang on did i say cait?&lt;br /&gt;-oops.-&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;oh and sorry cait.i'll be sure not to let jinni and enci influence me.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of influence im influencing jiyeon to be bi&lt;br /&gt;whattheheck?O.o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love caitlin and manda to the max &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are the best of the best and i feel complete for that no matter my sch life in crescent &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where i go to only for sci math and chi and -coughcough- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[and no christy its not prata day] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(LOL) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i think about caitlin, i dont feel sad anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel happier.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-7477489548681271563?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7477489548681271563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7477489548681271563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-going-deathnote-crazy-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-8473469087673529421</id><published>2008-04-10T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:15:21.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im dying&lt;br /&gt;I swear &lt;br /&gt;Im never ever touching that scissor again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As good as it is to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That welcoming unfamiliar slit of color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh Zoey be considerate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh Fuck you already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brilliant stupidity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just.Brilliant really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear you're outta your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh yes im outta my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;From what im gonna do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What should i do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dont touch that stupid thing again.Dont even think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-8473469087673529421?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8473469087673529421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/8473469087673529421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-dying-i-swear-im-never-ever-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3166508985823134388</id><published>2008-04-10T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:44:36.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drastic change of mood here: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINSHA IS COMING OVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omgomgomg  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were like 'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!ahhh ahhh ahhhh!!' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now this emo song sounds so significantly much happier.like seriously IT SOUNDS SO HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait.shit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if she sees my arm? oh shit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol cant be worse than manda yeah? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3166508985823134388?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3166508985823134388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3166508985823134388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/drastic-change-of-mood-here-linsha-is.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-7542503138376548026</id><published>2008-04-06T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:53:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So.it was a normal day in the car when somehow my mum talked about caitlin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cus she was overwhelmed by the 14 pages cait's letter came in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO ENVELOPES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so yeah we talked caitlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and blahblahblah i wish i remember what was said but i forgot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i said, 'she keeps fantasizing about one of us going there..' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND MY DAD SAID THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'THEN WE'LL GO THERE' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was like, OHMYGODDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he was like '..hmm i never been to australia yet..' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i was like, OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he went '..which part..' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i nearly screamed ' SYDNEY!! ' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.SERIOUSLY.GOD REALLY ARE WE REALLY GONNA GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAITCAITCAITCAITCAIT!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIITTTTT LLLLLIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SHOWING OFF THAT BEAUTIFUL 14-PAGER TO SUET TOMORROW XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-7542503138376548026?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7542503138376548026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7542503138376548026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6302202371148738839</id><published>2008-04-02T00:10:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:41:28.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you are my playlist metal hardcore emo nu metal metalcore alternativerock trash metal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;CLAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;omg you dont know me at all i thought ive told ive showed you everything it appears i didnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wtf seriously you do not know me at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;how come how come how come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;fuck yes you're a friggin friend why do you ask such a question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;of course you hell are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;what do you not know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;what do i not know what do i know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;what do you know what do you not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;how long shall this be up this shit up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but i dont want it to die it cant it mustnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;been with me so long it shouldnt go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;its not fair to bear the consequences of something i cannot control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yet this shit aint going right never did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;not proper not right too wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;keep it yet i want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;two sides to every great thats for sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;its how it is i take or leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;though im not the one doing the gamble but its clawing me inside out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;destroy healing destroy healing destroy healing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yet all with a step back all is but superficial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but superficiality connected to the seedcore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;intricate stem woven shall prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(fear of)its most before can wither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.induced by my killer braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;underlying statement:&lt;br /&gt;the braces are Clawing at my gums guts and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see you decipher this.&lt;br /&gt;no luck dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6302202371148738839?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6302202371148738839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6302202371148738839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg-you-dont-know-me-at-all-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1276222306261310046</id><published>2008-03-31T17:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:32:16.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;AVENGED SEVENFOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unholy Confessions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'll try," she said as he walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Try not to lose you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two vibrant hearts could change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing tears the being more than deception,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unmasked fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'll be here waiting" tested and secure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing hurts my world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just affects the ones around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When sin's deep in my blood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll be the one to fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I wish I could be the one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the one who won't care at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But being the one on the stand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know the way to go, no one's guiding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When time soaked with blood turns its back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's hard to fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confided in me was your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Nothing will last in this life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our time is spent constructing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now you're perfecting a world... meant to sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Constrict your hands around me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;squeeze till I cannot breathe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this air tastes dead inside me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;contribute to our plague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Break all your promises, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tear down this steadfast wall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;restraints are useless here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tasting salvation's near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing hurts my world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just affects the ones around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When sin's deep in my blood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you'll be the one to fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I wish I could be the one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the one who won't care at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But being the one on the stand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know the way to go, no one's guiding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When time soaked with blood turns its back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's hard to fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confided in me was your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;slithering pain of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the impending engulf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i may try to applease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the moment i am choked in tears that will not fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.and now its gone.&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/36232035-1276222306261310046?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1276222306261310046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1276222306261310046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/03/avenged-sevenfold-lyrics-unholy.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3256639657319857075</id><published>2008-03-27T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:08:46.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give me back my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMANDA CAITLIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LINSHA JACQUELINE ISABEL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLCINDYGAYA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imissyouimissyouimissyouimissyouimissyouimissyouall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a year already and yet i wish sometimes its still back the way how it used to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the group i took 4 years to find &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i cant believe how long it took me to fully realise and appreciate.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANDA IS MY NUMBER ONE!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND JACQUELINE AND HER WIT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND LINSHA'S INTERESTING THOUGHTS ON &lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ISABEL AND HER JAPNESS AND HER FREE MANGAS AND HER OVERWHELMING NICENESSS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND CAITLIN FOR HER SUETYI, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(or suetyi and her caitlin?) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not to mention how very much i miss feeling not as smart as all of them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(okay maybe it isnt &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of them haha) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and somehow,that smartness around me is like some sort of a security blanket all warm and snuggly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with them,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you learn something new every day.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'd be laughing at least a thousand times.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy secure not at all afraid and you dare to do anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you trust them with anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and hold back nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all i ever wanted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was all i already had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAITLIN THE DISTANCE MUSTNT DEFEAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET THE CORDS TO YOUR PRINTER AND SEND THAT LETTER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manda we'll mug at kap together someday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if not mug we'll research science stuff -i need a science person desperately- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-andahhemyoutubewouldbeoutofthequestion-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jacq we're practically neighbours yet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN ARE WE GONNA PLAY BADMINTON??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINSHA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA SEE YOUR HAIR X) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppsst ppsst &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know how i hate someone every year?where im just so annoyed with the person like crazyyyy even though they're just NICE? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like the hatred comes out from nowhere and its crazy cus it makes no sense? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p5 was shalom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p6 was linsha for that moment (gomen the way i treated you&gt;&lt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sec1 was clara.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait.i dont really like her much still..heheh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well this year,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just found another one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH DOES ME NO END OF GOOD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blah.man i suck yeah.stupid stupid stupid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiyeon has this crappy impression of me.thinks im sicker than i actually am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol if i Am &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;sick really..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(grins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dude im getting braces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS KILLING MY TONGUE AND &lt;em&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/em&gt; AFFECTING MY CHEWING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;chewing&lt;/u&gt;!!! ); i need to be able to enjoy my food&gt;&lt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up. down. strange. charm. bottom. top.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who can guess what this is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3256639657319857075?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3256639657319857075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3256639657319857075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/03/give-me-back-my-amanda-caitlin-linsha.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3458115697386282228</id><published>2008-03-14T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:16:57.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read from that site.Morbid Outlook. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gothel and The Rose anybody? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now that ive got you recalling..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's a paragraph to contemplate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When my husband got sick I thought death would be easier. It would happen, and then it would be over and I would grieve. Sometimes I wish he would hurry up and die so I could grieve the person he used to be instead of caring for what’s left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(skip paragraphs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it better to have the death be fast, and get to remember the person how you loved them, and to not get to say goodbye? Or to have to watch the slow decay, and getting to say goodbye over and over? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(skip paragraphs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing outside of my husband’s room I open the door slowly, noiselessly. I hold my breath, listening for his. This could be the time I don’t hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mine was a mix lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my grandma spent ages in that hospital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i never said goodbye to her &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;id never thought she'd die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but never thought about if she got well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i almost just put her aside of my life, aside from hospital visits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now i think about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she lost to cancer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she didnt have the will to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i can only say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE IT GOT WORSE YOU COULDVE JUST CAME TO LIVE WITH US&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ditch my loser of an uncle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the pathetic drug abuser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(not the drug part, the extorting shit part)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE COULD HAVE TAKEN CARE OF YOU WHY NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it frigging cost you YOUR LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY COULDNT YOU COME TO US &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ditch that house in woodlands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that which holds my childhood memories and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCKIN STAINED WITH ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT RESIDUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my grandfather, fine if you wanted him along in our house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know you loved him but[sorry to burst your bubble] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS WASTED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all your money your savings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One friggin Thousand Five goes to him every month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why did you get my dad to promise to do that for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is he now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN CHINA WITH HIS FUCKING NEW WIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, i dont mind it if it was after your death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, he was lonely and unloved &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT HE MET THAT WOMAN WHILE YOU LAID SICK IN THE HOSPITAL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we found the photograph in his bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smiling, with his arms around her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dated 2005 jan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..i dont remember your death day exactly but it was a few months after..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did you know of it?mummy suspects you do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no wonder you went ahead and frigging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost your will to live. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont remember the least bit about your last hospital months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(other than you telling me i must '用功读书' ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll only remember and cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of the memories of the you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;before all that shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3458115697386282228?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3458115697386282228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3458115697386282228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/03/read-from-that-site.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-647066006349130269</id><published>2008-03-14T10:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:43:05.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;ILOVEYOULINKIN PARK!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Heh linkin park's making me high..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;theyre the - - really really theyre just the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hybridtheoryandmeteorailyilyily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;especially good ol intheend numb faint breakingthehabit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;omg Numb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)Every step that I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Can't you see that you're smothering me Holding too tightly afraid to lose control Cause everything that you thought I would be Has fallen apart right in front of you(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)Every step that I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more awareI'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you And I know I may end up failing too But I know You were just like me with someone disappointed in you I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb I can't feel you there I'm tired of being what you want me to beI've become so numb I can't feel you there I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i love everything of every song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and the screaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(lol i might as well listen to slipknot) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;haha i just did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;they're not bad!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go listen 'Before i forget'&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!!! (WOOOOOTSSSSSSS) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Wait And Bleed!!!!! ' I FELT THE AIR RISE UP IN ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;KNEEL DOWN AND CLEAR THE STONE OF LEAVES ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;after reading jiyeon's blog i went and listened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Bullet For My Valentine - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Tears don't fall is nice!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;your tears don't fall they crash around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;her conscious calls the guilty to come home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;your tears don't fall they crash around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;her conscious calls the guilty to come home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Slipknot- Blackheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;all the pieces of the puzzle seem to fall into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but the only thought that i could think was pissin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;in that FUCKING FACE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;the taste that you left in my mouth was rotten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and you think that all the shit you did to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;could be FORGETTEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;well fuck no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you both got me last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;next time i see your punk ass its mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;rom behind dawg i'm gonna crack that skull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;then i'm gonna laugh when you fall cause you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;fucked me raw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;comin home late at night when your sneakin in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;with a bottle half empty and your tank is on full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i will never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;how you HURT ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and all the pain you caused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;left my mind blank and my soul was lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and now the thoughts are in my head and drifting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;side to side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you know i'm gonna get cause there is nowhere to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;headlines will read on the night she died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;trust me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i will get your ass back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;if it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;for the rest of your life you will feel me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i'm gonna make you remember that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you fuckin hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hurt me; hurt me; hurt me; hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;my head was fucked up; hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;when i was locked up: hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;made a phone call; hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;bitch put a block up; hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;on the phone letters to your home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but you never wrote me back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;what the fucks up with that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;one of these days i'm gonna get you bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;find your body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;in an valley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;in the alley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;in a ditch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;with a 45 chrome to the back of your dome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;havin everybody wonderin what the fuck is goin on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;where the fuck did you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ever be back again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i still keep thinkin about you now and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;trust me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i will get your ass back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;if it kills m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;for the rest of your life you will feel me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;gonna make you remember that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you fuckin hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i remember when i first said i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;got confused from the first time i fucked you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you got nervous when i opened up your legs relax &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;cause i was raised on x-rated moves and porno mags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;all day walk around with a full buzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;never fully understood what our love was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;l-25 straight brought the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;same time had to dip outa town for a few nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;came back and my road dawgs waitin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;tellin me some shit leavin me contemplaitin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;murder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;fuckin my best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;unheard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i'm gonna get you in the end yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;one of these days it will be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i'm gonna slit your throat make it look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;suicide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;fuck you, i should've known better than to trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;fuck you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;yeah i know its all ,but i love it all the same especially 'one of these days i'm gonna get you bitchfind your bodyin an valleyin the alleyin a ditch' it fucking rocks yea?haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ah shoot i cant get the mathematical anthem ..the lyrics are so cute (grin) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but the heretic anthem!!WOOOTS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're 555, then I'm 666 If you're 555, I'm 666 If you're 555, I'm 666 What's it like to be a heretic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today's my dad's and einstein's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.I meant to blog something else i meant to, but i ended up on songs. ah well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND i didnt mention those songs for nothing -HINT HINT-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-647066006349130269?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/647066006349130269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/647066006349130269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/03/iloveyoulinkin-park-heh-linkin-parks.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6807372910425791069</id><published>2008-03-08T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:36:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YO ITS MARCH HOLIDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH MEANS WE NEED A GATHERING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAY KAYY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw a movie's definitely out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i failed hist.haha who didnt?only 5 passed in the class. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overall best was chinese [A2] , wth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay why am i reporting on marks? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh ooh.andro's sitting next to meeeee~!!!!! (grins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and harriet's got her two mortals eyecandying her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i wanna take up philosophy and quantum mechanics in university&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and ive been terribly out of touch with music for like a week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that may just go on for another..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;science could go ahead and rule my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aside from the basic needs and certain people and certain stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really really couldnt care less about everything else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;history included [well duh] .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and for what i want,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hungry zoey is willing to live on rice tofu and vegetables everyday for it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wouldnt mind serving sentence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aside from the record,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some people are really worth beating up for it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait not beating, nope,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;torturing, crippling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spend the rest of their lives &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the permanent irreversible hell,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of my honorable gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-6807372910425791069?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6807372910425791069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6807372910425791069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo-its-march-holidays-which-means-we.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-856960523181129223</id><published>2008-02-28T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:59:32.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i swear im stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its 1.40 am this moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;supposed to be "staying up to do art"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i get online to study how to draw light bulbs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and bam im doing crap thats totally unrelated to art. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahh well.i'll show you my art^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R8WfzYSypSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1lOHylNTuR4/s1600-h/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171715452148294946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R8WfzYSypSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1lOHylNTuR4/s320/Photo-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;thats for the coke thumbnail.man if you'd seen the ipod one.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yikes the ipod looks so gangsta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im supposed to be doing the light bumb one now... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..and then think up the last thumbnail, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THEN paint my final, which is the coke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PAINT&lt;/u&gt;.thats why i decided to skip bedtime,yknow,just like the previous assignment.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did i tell ya?i finished at 5am that day.what time do i usually wake?5.30. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways i slept till 6 but still managed to catch the bus..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omg lord please please please let us not have to hand in our art tmr/today/this thurday i pray pray pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHHH I WANNA SKIP SCHOOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK ART FUCK PBL FUCK THURSDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least last thurs wasnt so bad thanks to lovely common tests &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT BUT BUT this week..bah.ooh and the next.bah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it'll be so amazing if i finish my art (i seem to be saying that every week) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yimin kept going at it during home econs.sigh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christy says she gets that all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i dont.the entire class (just about) was never supposed to know in the first place yeah? but wth..sigh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but in the end, they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; dont know anything.haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE LOVELY YIHUI AND FUNNY CHAI LUAN !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh.cait and i had this wonderful convo.lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i was saying art was tmr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait : O MINE TOO!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THATS SO FRIGGING COOL WE HAVE ART CONNECTION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.and she said hers was first period&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i wasnt sure mine so i went to check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after a long while, i said it was last period&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she said : haha you were checking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;genius i tell ya.(grins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh wait, then we were talking about cigs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: i bet teachers smoke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: i bet ur principle runs on wet grounds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: i bet ms loke wears her skirt high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: and ms kok?:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: i bet she's failed math &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(dont mind,its a 6peace inside joke)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;later on.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: OHOHOH i told alex that u call remi bishounen and now alex and jonahmae and others are calling remi bishounen and its so funny cos he dun understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: do they know how to pronounce bishounen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: we decided on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: BYE-SHOW-NERN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: its BEE-SHOW-NEN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: without r &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: ok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: got that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: bee show nen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: IF ONLY U WERE HERE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: i swear we'd have so much fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: clique and all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: crescent killed me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: rmb? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me: haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: i like fantasizing bout what would have happened if i was sent to australia with friends and all and we strut around school looking all asian cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: THAT FRIGGIN RHYMES ZOEY. IM A GENIUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cait: no zoey when ur with us u brought back to life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brought back to life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brought back to life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh.really, i wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish.. i could be just as i were back then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was a .. [you guys fill in the blanks ive forgotten already] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well basically last year i lost myself when i stepped into G3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that effing class. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love yihui and ppl.but the class, hell no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C1's helped so much more after G3.ive found a piece.make that a few.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but am i ever gonna get back myself entirely?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.sounds too good to be true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yknow i told myself,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i dont leave crescent having a wonderful group of friends like in p6,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ive officially failed my whole four years of crescent.socially.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha you guys know why i left G3? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it wasnt just cus of hating higher chinese.there was..a mutitude of reasons &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway if i stayed in G3 for sec2 i knew it would be wasting my time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and id be so SICK of the class i could go mad.(poor jasmine who agreed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was sick of them last year anyway (MINUS SOME PEOPLE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i wished i could go to C1 (despite its peoples constant advice on why i shouldnt) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made it here didnt i? &lt;em&gt;preferred&lt;/em&gt; it here didnt i?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i know im never gonna hate it as much as G3, and thats GREAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i would never have had TSH if ive never came.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nor made friends with christy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(and everyone else i had/would) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(grins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..and so later me and cait were on mean girls cus of 'asian cool'^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHH OMG FUCK ITS THREEE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FREAKS-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-856960523181129223?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/856960523181129223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/856960523181129223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-swear-im-stupid-its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R8WfzYSypSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1lOHylNTuR4/s72-c/Photo-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-7690791781919067933</id><published>2008-02-26T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:50:46.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss common test!! &gt;&lt; ..already.haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUS YOU CAN LIKE SLACK LIKE CRAZYYY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yupps^^ i slacked haha.never really studied,for ,um, all of them? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways WE GOT BACK THE CHINESE PAPER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one i fell asleep [once again] in..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah.thought i was gonna get like 60+ but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its 73. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETTER THAN THAT OTHER 72.5 OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and im gonna flunk hist and most of all lit.fazylah is gonna be soo.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well lessons are fucking resuming.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..and shit thursday beckons yet again.gahh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free period during english^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slaaackyy.i like slacky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the class would be so noisy, then it sounds like its half empty..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its nice (grins).the noisy is the sort of soporific white noise kinda thing.(grins) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah well i was trying to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then wondering whether i shouldnt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then wondering if i should just tear that stupid book away from christy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then deciding i was too lazy to wonder anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yknow the crappy people playing the crappy truth or dare s**t? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um.i wont say it.but they were annoying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and disgusting whoever thought that shit up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the geraldine thing was cute.haha.they got her to pull up her socks and go around to every person saying 'im a nerd.i like math.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;later i read that sucking blood part christy grossed out over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE.i mean, lol, the kind of things i read..Hahaa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rose? Gothel? heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we spent the rest of the time talking yeah, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after she finally got away from that book &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNE RICE.didnt sound so interesting to me..is she any good? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol.when j came over it wasnt so hard to get her away (i started talking about bill) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait OMG BILL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE'S GORGEOUS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhhhhhhh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[uhhuh he looks like a girl.whatever.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dp? (grin) yeah my dp.if you see a girl, its a guy.ITS A GUY, and its Bill!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manda asks if i like him for looking like a girl or guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(grins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omg ive never put that for tokito or kubota!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright! kubo-chan!! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaand toki-kun!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAH god im stupid. -bonk-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh.did i mention?L IS CUUUUTE!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats for L lovers yeah!&lt;/strong&gt; yeah you andro!Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHH going guy crazy is fuuuuuun.(grins) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it doesnt matter whether they :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look like girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or is the god of death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.THEY ROCK ALL THE SAME. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geraldine is looony.does she expect me to answer? O.o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean, like those were like her first few sentences to me and she asks..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..ah hell.got me thinking anyhow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'how much?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh whatever. gahhhh. fhoosh fsoosh. grrrrrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT IS MY DREAM TO STUDY SUB-ATOMIC PARTICLES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND, UM, THE UNIVERSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im referring to quantum mechanics^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huh.i cant believe you some of you guys -hint hint- have no idea what it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[sticks tongue out]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH.feels like my &lt;u&gt;LIFE'S DIRECTION.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(grins) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;question is my capablilty.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..ooh but ive the passion!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please please please i hope i can manage that subject.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want a PHD in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-7690791781919067933?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7690791781919067933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/7690791781919067933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3485415192799453381</id><published>2008-02-20T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:10:49.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i went tokio hotel crazy for a bit.then it was aqua timez (okay i still like them!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now its &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOWLING FOR SOUP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the song.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bitch Song. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-its up.but read the lyrics.hehe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Gay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hemhem.gay as in happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the song is soooo cute!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (This fucking song is all personality)(Dude, that's the shit!)Well we've all heard abouthow the guys in the bandWeren't the popular kids in schoolAnd now you hate your parents'cause of the way you turned outBut in the end the blame's on youAnd we all sympathize with your torn-apart heartAnd your really artistic worldly viewsIt sells records when you're sad these daysIt's super cool to be mad these daysI think rock and roll is really funnywhen it's seriousDon't hate us 'cause we're happyDon't hate us 'cause we're beautifulDon't hate us if we make you smileOr if we go the extra mileTo make someone feel betteron a really shitty dayAnd if you're hearing what I'm saying thenI want to hear you say, "I'm gay!" (I'm gay!)Say, "I'm gay!" (I'm gay!)Let's start a movement, let's start it right nowAnd if you don't know where to startI can show you I'm your new team captainPut your left hand over your heartand repeat after meIt's perfectly fine to be a happy individualIt's perfectly fine to be a happy individualChris, Gary? You guys wanna join in?(Yeah, buddy. Sure. Sorry Dude)It's perfectly fine to be a happy individualIt's perfectly fine to be a happy individualVery Nice. Very Nice.Don't hate us 'cause we're happyDon't hate us 'cause we're miserableDon't hate us if we make you smileOr if we go the extra mileTo make someone feel better on a really shitty dayAnd if you're hearing what I'm saying thenI want to hear you say, "I'm gay!" (I'm gay!)Say, "I'm gay!" (I'm gay!)That's right, ladies and gentleman!Pick up the phone'cause Bowling For Soup is on the line!And you don't have to be sad anymore!You don't have to be mad anymore!We can all join hands and do ring aroundthe freaking rosie!In fact, can we can get some "La la"s up in here?It sells records when you're sad these daysIt's super cool to be mad these daysI think rock and roll is really funnyWhen it's seriousYo, where my "La la"s at!La la-la la, la-la la-laLa la la laLa la-la la, la-la la-laLa la la laLa la-la la, la-la la-laLa la la laLa la-la la, la-la la-laLa la la laLa la-la la, la-la la-la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehheh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gooo listen!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and today tsh gave out the chinese test paper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suddendly my name was called&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw 72.5 .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i freaked "OMG OMG OMG AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yupps.remember i failed SO much last year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then suddenly its ABOVE SIXTY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol.like mine lit.last year were barely passes.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but somehow i passed by 14/25 even though i only did 1a and not 1b.doesnt make sense yeah?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then suddenly fazylah had written on my paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" zoey, where is your 1b? this is such a waste! " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" you've written a brilliant A-grade essay, but by answering only half of the question you'll almost definitely fail in the exams.  " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" it is &lt;u&gt;such&lt;/u&gt; a waste - this was the best 1a ive read in all my marking so far. =( " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was like.um..yeah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol.and i was so sure i was gonna do it worse than fail cus half marks gone and i couldnt have aced 1a anyway..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yeah there you go thats what happened.^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets not forget harriet's amazing perrrfect 10 in history &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really.ten outta ten. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh.and home econs was actually nice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cus me and christy were basically insulting.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the person who's unsurprisingly not a mrs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i drew a crude drawing of her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yknow crude drawings suck.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the resemblance was uncanny..heh.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then we had to borrow HC textbooks so we went out and took our time^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went to g3 and got two books..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i dont know why but jimin took them from us and asked us to find another two for her and yimin or somethin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..wth.. -_- hey we got those ourselves.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway we all went to c2 and got one more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but in the end i spent the rest of the lesson talking to xinyi about msg lol^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and lockers.very fun it was after school.haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NOW LOVE MY LOCKER AGAIN  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sooo yeah.then christy went on the train with andro and i after school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i repeat.christy is very nice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i repeat.i would like her to sit the train with us again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-3485415192799453381?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3485415192799453381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3485415192799453381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-went-tokio-hotel-crazy-for-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1365844091948232498</id><published>2008-02-11T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:11:41.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R7AQGISypGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9lwuOhWHQ9A/s1600-h/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165646470085518434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R7AQGISypGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9lwuOhWHQ9A/s320/Photo-0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;took this on wed when jacq and linsha were over ^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THATS YUKI THE SHEEPIE ^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and harriet's name tag LOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;got it from her cus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE STOLE HAN RU'S BADGE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND CUS IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET BACK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(cus it was in the damn shirt pocket) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THOUGHT I BETTER TAKE THE NAME TAG TOO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS PAYBACK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muahahahahah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah.wed was so fun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(grin) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after school AND before.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i prefer before..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(bigger grin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would have stayed in that hall forever &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR HARRIET YOU BETTER DELETE THAT POST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WENT TO SUET'S HOUSE TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i was planning to go to macs with andro, then go to andro's house..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT CAME SUET AND HARR AND THEN HARRIET WAS TALKING TO PAM OR HAN RU SAYING.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...THAT SHE WAS GOING TO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUET'S&lt;/span&gt; HOUSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though i was hungry..remember the hungry zoey?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and andro.i havent sat the train with her in WEEKS.and i really really wanted to..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah.so torn between the burger + andro, with suet's house..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..i ended up choosing suet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i HAD to.i mean, when was the last time anyone went? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when was the last time i..NEVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the burger..andro..will come.but suet's house?when could i get the chance again? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and so today was the VERY FIRST TIME i finally met suet's father, sister, and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOUSE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its was nothing special actually..BUT THE SIGNIFICANCE OF IT..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(grin) ooh yeah.ij ppl havent huh? (rubbing it in)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh heh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(snigger)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY ME WOOHOO HAHA!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you dont look all that bad with contacts really &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(bright grin) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caitlin~!! my letter~??  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr tham allowed!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next term!!im sitting next to andro next term!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wooooooooohooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANT WAIT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both cklare s are NICE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K KLARE AND C CLARE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY VERY REALLY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DAD GAVE ME THIRTY FOR A MONTH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A DOLLAR A DAY, BUT WHATEVER. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTY!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy things so far huh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll move to bayshore i dont know when and dont wanna think when&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...its in east coast. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friggin other side of spore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-CRAP-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and &lt;/span&gt;FUCK THURSDAY WHEN IT COMES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate hate hate hate..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1365844091948232498?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1365844091948232498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1365844091948232498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/02/took-this-on-wed-when-jacq-and-linsha.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R7AQGISypGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9lwuOhWHQ9A/s72-c/Photo-0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-6016314026464422527</id><published>2008-02-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:59:14.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(It starts with) One thing / I don’t know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away It’s so unreal Didn’t look out below Watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know Wasted it all just to Watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter One thing / I don’t know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme To remind myself how I tried so hard In spite of the way you were mocking me Acting like I was part of your property Remembering all the times you fought with me I’m surprised it got so (far) Things aren’t the way they were before You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore Not that you knew me back then But it all comes back to me In the end You kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn’t even matter I've put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go For all this There’s only one thing you should know I've put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go For all this There’s only one thing you should know I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morbidoutlook.com/fiction/stories/2002_12_gothel.html"&gt;http://www.morbidoutlook.com/fiction/stories/2002_12_gothel.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its a short story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw the narrator's a girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wont take long to read really. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(probably not your type lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ from the same site ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Rose&lt;br /&gt;Bob Vega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taking deeply of breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i found the sweetest aroma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of the rose upon me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i looked down unto thorn’d rosebush, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reached to take of singular bud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and was pricked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blood drawn quickly dripped unto the soil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i finished my theft &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of white rose with alternate hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;raising the bud to mine face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i took in all she had to offer of scent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quizzing at her beauty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dripped of mine blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;upon her whitest petals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crimson stain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spread deep into the bud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i squeezed of more juice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘till petals were red of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and bud was heavy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;raising it again to mine face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i took of her aroma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and caressed mine cheek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with soaking, inky petals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taking deeply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breath of sweet fruitless offering, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i licked stained petals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taking the bud into mine mouth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i peeled away layer by layer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exposing moist inner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;resting on mine tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i suck of her crimson nectar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hidden deep inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and lap the juice as it emits slowly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bitter dressing unto mine palate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i take of her petals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;silky texture to mine taste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and leave her stem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perhaps to take another by blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i have taken of her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by god, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have taken her...&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/36232035-6016314026464422527?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6016314026464422527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/6016314026464422527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-starts-with-one-thing-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-3076769810016547003</id><published>2008-02-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:37:00.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay.i cant deny that sunday was like the most awesome everr.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but at night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manda got me wondering, asking, thinking, questioning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she was warning about her you see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manda reads people &lt;em&gt;fantas&lt;/em&gt; cus she's in nygh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not that way as in people who go there are smart, yeah but, i mean, like the environment they're in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how do i say this..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like take the bitchiest thing ever in crescent, in ny is like the norm, apparently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;especially since they're like, yeah, smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha so the public has &lt;em&gt;completely, crappy&lt;/em&gt; opinions on ny, haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really.completely.stupid.if you think abt it, its almost funny..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh.so yeah she was yeah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;man i swear she can read like a book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i mean, she understood my post, i didnt even understand some of the stuff i was saying.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she said my post are exactly like how it is when i speak on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0.O &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so she said if &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; didnt understand me, it means &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; wasnt listening to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was like thinking, hell, how didya know&lt;/strong&gt;..(manda i can just imagine how youre thinking as you read this)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anyway verdict is i gotta be wary, but like how? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she said end it, or get &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; to actually &lt;em&gt;listen &lt;/em&gt;which is impossible&lt;/strong&gt; (how would you know its impossible even i didnt know it was) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so end it.i cant!!!i mean, i tried on thurs (and many times before)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apparently, i wasnt trying hard enough.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i admit it wasnt my all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so well i just gotta make sure it doesnt ruin me yeah?[how would it?o.O] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but hell, the trust ive already placed, i realised..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(after talkin to jacq on sat, manda on sun)  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..was so, so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well although manda had sowed &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; doubts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really.i trust everything.EVERYTHING you said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if someone comes along from the future and tells me its gonna ruin me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i still couldnt do anything about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats right.im &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; hopeless.&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; pathetic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even more so, that i know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and still wont do anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Seed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;How much could have been fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What am i to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you make me so happy, isnt that enough?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enough to nullify all that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[damn it is]&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/36232035-3076769810016547003?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3076769810016547003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/3076769810016547003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2812553129701557049</id><published>2008-01-31T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:51:40.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like i said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like i knew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fucked up art &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emo ed at lunch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crapped pbl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucky lunch, suckier art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shit pbl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK THURSDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES YES YES I HATE THEM TO THE CORE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i liked going home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(i went with suet) =] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i like christy and cant stand jaclyn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please please andro sit next to me!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yvonne doesnt seem to like me much &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but there's nice klare, nicer sarah and jessie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its hard the way she's like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just wish.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im completely justified to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im sure you'll agree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just cant stand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neither you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it shldve ended&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(begin it shouldnt) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but what pulled it together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its now been cut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unless they join &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them severed ends&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more than, apart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when n and s &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shouldnt be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet why &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is a very good question &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(the answer makes cri) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still amazed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im a disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way they're at it is like its taboo.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;f st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey!who wants a gathering at my place during cny &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who can make it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its suggested by my parents so i definitely can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please and thank you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2812553129701557049?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2812553129701557049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2812553129701557049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/01/like-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4423420022214131594</id><published>2008-01-30T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:31:24.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(dont mind this post im just fucking.. annoyed) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tired tired tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure i wanted to know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why not i can handle the truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its not too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but its gonna get me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;closing up again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i even &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sowed a seed of knowing doubt and new carefulness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for better or for worse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its getting me back to giving up again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which i know i would just fail at again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i watch my every action now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is this somewhat stupid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why should i care at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i do, f me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what can i really affect after all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be watching [f you again]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;analzing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im just the sucker alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey i'll just die already. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fool me, shit everyone else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i would lose it dont give it to me in the first place &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if im gonna lose it in every single time in the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;id like to know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;id steel it right away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isnt it solid rock already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(take no notice of this post, please)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4423420022214131594?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4423420022214131594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4423420022214131594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-mind-this-post-im-just-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1677507502283868863</id><published>2008-01-19T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:59:52.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BILL!!!OMG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Kaulitz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he has a Perfect face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;absolutely perfect.really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's like GORGEOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didnt have an angel last year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turns out im mortal-less too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cus everyone else took the english names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ended up with a chinese name i couldnt remember &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and by the time i knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT GIRL GOT FOUR ANGELS ALREADY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-woah- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im cca-less btw &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i dont wish to elaborate further (sob)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pity about the tablet's screen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which is gonna be so friggin puny &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; yikes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT ALL THE BOOKS I READ ARE GAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;realms of possiblity has some, yeah but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLAUE ROZEN ISNT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh and blaue rozen rocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKIRA SHIRAISHI ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so happy i got people to read it.=) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; thats the 2nd joy in reading manga =) =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harriet and the scratch on wrist thing.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel its overrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURIOSITY DOESNT TURN A PERSON INTO A CUTTER, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im skipping every recess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for two reasons &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of them is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont wanna bring lunch box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its stupid! &gt;&lt; (not sayin!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah but im not skipping friday's one though..(grins) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEP! PRATA DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehhehheh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gonna give up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can i?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll see! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(if not, too bad HAHAHA) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=COLD TURKEY TREAMENT= &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but everyday's after that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would have nothing to centralise on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what do i revolve around then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know its gonna feel WONKY!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school's a burden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..and andro's a GREAT go home buddy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-huggies!- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im goody.too goody. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;classes are so boring ive nothing better to do but pay attention &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what crap is that?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even jessie has that impression of me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGHHH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh look on the bright sight yeah i know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but im losing life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ebbing- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shortest post ever this was eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i bet you guys would love the shortness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAAAAHH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw noww &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO FALL ASLEEP IN SCHOOL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see me asleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha well actually im not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somesort of meditation, if you would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1677507502283868863?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1677507502283868863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1677507502283868863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/01/billomg-bill-kaulitz-he-has-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-1295493157039214641</id><published>2008-01-05T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:40:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WENT TO..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PARIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DIJON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GENEVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TORINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MILANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SWITZERLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CANNES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MONACO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope i got them all!=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will mention the trip next time!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is the first weekend from the re-opening of school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekends are like holidays, only shorter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the holidays, thoughts of school made me feel sick. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School didnt turn out so bad.the first day didnt turn out so bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just freaked myself wayy too much.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldnt care less about the weekends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There wasnt school.school was but a memory like a dream. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not living in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Id like to) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harrriet says i should look up.and LOOK AT PEOPLE when talking to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look down too much&lt;strong&gt; =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said i'll try. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate myself for having &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; aspect in my personality. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its tiring, dragging, wearing me out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish to destroy that piece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which i cant without destroying myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can replace though.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though it has been difficult.guess i'll try.=/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hoooorrrrrriible&lt;/span&gt; in class.(all 3 days of it) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felt like vomitting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i felt like my stomach was empty and i had to put something inside it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet i repulsed at eating.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i felt a different degree of sickness when i did eat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so no matter what i did, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;id still feel sick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cant feel hungry properly.urgh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have since given up lunch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what.the.hell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is.wrong.with.me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i found anais nin by chance while searching joan miro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'the only abnormality is the incapacity to love' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all of a sudden, for once, my label "weird" felt very alien.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for that moment, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had wanted to be one of those disgustingly ordinary, digusting averages &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YIKES&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in class &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im sitting next to jaclyn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only because &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;barely anyone else would.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didnt have a choice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i heard from people, like suet bout her..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but im stuck there the whole year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it'll be best to be..good with her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think she's..&lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's the kind i can be good with easily,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but definately the kind which i absolutely do not foresee even the slightest hope of the possibility of becoming good friends with her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because (i guess)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's average,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, to the sense that i dont find her too boring,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i am not interested in anything with relation to her &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and couldnt care less about her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i find her not at all difficult to talk to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(though for some reason i have been extremely attentive in class, no matter how boring the teacher, and i actually wish i could politely shut her up to hear the teacher properly, instead of being interested in engaging conversations like i used to) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wonder what id be like if i did fit into the class. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at present i am barely able to match the names with the faces of half the class..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the people are..nice.i am the problem.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its.. WONKY ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im sitting next to a very much hated girl...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;also very much disliked by suet and harriet, both of which i do very much like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's andro..usually as the after school buddy(dont yet know what she thinks of jaclyn) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..and whenever we gotta form groups, jessie yells me over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im like trapped in my physical form&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somehow i feel that way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i could push my way out and finally strech and breathe out properly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like my ears and mouth and nose and eyes are blocked and i feel stuffed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its silent even when its noisy and loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well music releases me..some people too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when it ends im stuck again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-1295493157039214641?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1295493157039214641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/1295493157039214641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5376924337946646983</id><published>2007-12-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:35:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...it was yesterday.yup. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i suddenly felt how insignificant everyone was to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the people i find joy in, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IJ people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crescent people &lt;/strong&gt;yihui?harriet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,that they are, they &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..actually dont really matter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's my problem????HUH??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wonder why i felt that way that time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was having a shower.(most relavations shows up there) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont they matter? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What matters? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i that cold? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why dont they matter? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why dont they?maybe i know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i belong somewhere,physically, psychologically, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;among friends, family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotionally, spritually, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont i have only myself? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know that best. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one i hate, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myself, the one i hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That does bode unwell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to untie my hate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to untie myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;untie myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;untie my hate &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reserved to self. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one defines &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world provides &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and what you get &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is what you see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what you give &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yourself eventually. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow, there's bleeding for the first time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im doing great, a little by little and, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll have it disappear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wont commit suicide &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's too much i havent done &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like reading &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eating &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;experiences (hem hem.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but if i will.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..i'll take some down with me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flout the law a little before i go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some chaos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(grin) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cait!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM SO GLAD!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL SEE YOU OFF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WILL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paris paris here i come. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be only too glad to leave this place &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minus a couple of people and things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(you know who you are?) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but, WTH.right after im back, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im wisked right into &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the hell-hole of a school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5376924337946646983?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5376924337946646983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5376924337946646983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-146912925181928571</id><published>2007-12-01T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:37:45.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey.(big grin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you guys know my brother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah luther. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who's eleven next year on janurary... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(i cant spell jan-watever) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we were watching channel news asia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was about some country and their advertisment on condoms ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so he asked me,whats condoms? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i took my science textbook flipped it to that chapter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got him to read it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well of course he told me he didnt understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..understand why people use it and stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i: no luther it doesnt prevent sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..IT - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lut: -it prevents the sperms from.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i: - IT PREVENTS UNWANTED PREGNE- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lut: -uh-huh but... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i: (listens) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lut: -so its prevents it but then whats the use? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if they dont want a baby then why do they still have sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH.the crux of the matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so he's got a whole bunch of encyclopedias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he knows crap about ovaries and testes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but none of thems told him about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why people do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so what am i supposed to tell him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its not like,yeah just tell him,yknow,whatever be done with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well in the end i went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey its not fair i found out this stuff myself and im not gonna let you get it so easily from me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which was the truth anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but my mum on the other hand thinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"awww he's just a little baby... he's too young...(smooch smooch)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;har har har.please.he's mature for his age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway which means im responsible for his sex education now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parents play and important part blah blah my mum dont seem to be willing.my dad is but he's barely home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so whatever question luther has he's always been asking me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that one question im not gonna answer,he can find out from his friends and stufff.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yeah.his classmates are just a bunch of childish kiddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and what if he finds out and does something stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_- &lt;/strong&gt;oh crap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well i'll trust that he wont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i mean, I havent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey im not going to london cus one of my aunts dont wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but we're touring france for sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;runescape:i used to be best in range but jacq's beating me LIKE CRAZY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cus she's got the computer and can lvl up any time she wants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PUNCHIE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'LL BEAT YA JACQ!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one issues got back to haunt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whoo whoo whoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yknow it was like two weeks back when my dad said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i still remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we were having lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finishing it to be exact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he went:"you're supposed to be a boy right?how come you turned out as a girl?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well?what am i supposed to say to that?&lt;br /&gt;i:"um.if thats so,that wouldnt be a good thing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum last night: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i wish you were a boy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why?so you dont have to keep trying to turn me into your ideal girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she hopes to be a part of my prom night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yknow dresses,make-up and all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but its like she's worried it wont happen so when grace came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(she's 17) she fussed about HER prom night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when we were younger my family used to joke about how my brother and i switched places where he should be a girl and all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but it doesnt seem so funny now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i doesnt mean im a guy.i know myself and i know im both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;both as in what this stupid world EXPECTS of people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh boys must be this this this and girls be this this this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid rules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and if you dont follow the rules they've got catagories for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sissy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dyke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREAK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at least for transgenders they can transit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what about those halfways? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM IN IN IN IN IN IN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever im IN IM IN IM IN IM IN IM IN IM IN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh my god.i cant believe this.oh my GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was possible,but i totally didnt expect it and.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im in im in im in innnnnnnnnnnnnnnn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHHHHOOOOOO OOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whhoo.i dont know what to think.dunno what to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy or sad , i shld be screaming either way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-146912925181928571?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/146912925181928571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/146912925181928571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-5505694689260511761</id><published>2007-11-21T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:16:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKKI!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE'S JUST THE HOTTEST yeah isabel?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.lets see some of your precious Tora... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and maybe i'll believe thee...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(on your blog of course!!!!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R0P4RUYTfWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HeGXa2nbqB4/s1600-h/TakizawaHideaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135220976544611682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R0P4RUYTfWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HeGXa2nbqB4/s320/TakizawaHideaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R0P4B0YTfVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NmIF9elygFk/s1600-h/zoey+mainpage20070104_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135220710256639314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R0P4B0YTfVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NmIF9elygFk/s320/zoey+mainpage20070104_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wellll..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....sssssso thanks to manda and andro you guys know huh... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah so.im going to paris and london... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh but do you know whats happening now in paris? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you read the papers or watched the news- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the train workers all went on strike so people could barely get anywhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and after them's over &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was the TEACHERS, so schools got closed for the moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so moses and grace havent no school now?hmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;endure this post,cus its on .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAHAH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wild Adapter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;book 3 / dice 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kubota   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ah,that's right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                  To prevent anyone from getting suspious,we should have an alibi ready, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                  just in case.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tokito    An alibi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kubota   Yup.Our reason for wanting to join their sect.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                   ...we should come up with the same excuse.That way the two of us will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;be able to move freely when we're inside... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(thinking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                   Let's see now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                   - ' we're a gay couple and hopeless sex addicts... ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                   ' ...we also happen to be half brothers...so our relatives have been trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;to tear our forbidden love apart, which is why we had no choice but to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;elope... ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                    ...right then, that settles it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                    Now say it with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tokito      (utterly horrified) WHA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                    W-W-WHA..... WHA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(yelling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                    WHAT THE HECK?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;                    HELL NO!! ABSO-FREAKIN-LUTELY NO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kubota     Oh cmon.It's the most persuasive method.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tokito      (screaming) THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM HERE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( THAT 'SEX ADDICT' PART WAS TOTALLY UNNECESSARY! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;= End Of Scene = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that was like the best stuff ever ^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for kazuya sensei to torture poor toki like that.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or was she just portraying one of kubo's fantasies? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0.o&lt;/strong&gt; that would mean he's really gay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but arent they already? HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yknow i realise i still remember all the lyrics fo that simple plan album &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that still not getting any&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even though the last time i played that album was 2 years ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i dont quite like that one.the previous was better &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addicted vacation im just a kid id do anything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they all make a hell lot of sense &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so im having simple plan's old songs in the playlist.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA.gomen gomen.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though i hate imeem.their 30 second thing,ARGH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i like big butts and i cannot lie,played automatically, is 30 sec unless you click on it.....darnnn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh hey manda,that bleed post you had? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah dont evewr think i'll hate you kay?cus thats just STUUUUUUUPID &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cus youve done me lots and and have been there forEVER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;almost like jacq so yeahhh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...who btw has been pestering me for the past hour to finish everything so she can go to my house... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so im at jacq's place... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so BYE ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-5505694689260511761?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5505694689260511761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/5505694689260511761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2007/11/takki-hes-just-hottest-yeah-isabel-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ybFMAGmR1Q/R0P4RUYTfWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HeGXa2nbqB4/s72-c/TakizawaHideaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-2963831187141366576</id><published>2007-11-08T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:09:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.The person who last tagged you was: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;me.fine i'll put manda.kay its MANDA!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.Your relationship with him or her is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;goo goo goo goo goooooooooooood friends!!!! YAY ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.Your five impressions of her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1)she works hard,2)she thinks hard,3)she plays hard... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4)she likes to think of herself as cold,but 5)she's really all warm and fuzzy inside! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*hahahaa.snicker snicker.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4.Most memorable thing he or she has done for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;lots of stuff!but i cant remember what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5.Most memorable thing he or she had said to you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i dont quite bother to remember things unless i feel the need to..and when the need's done i chuck it ummyea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6.If he or she becomes your lover you will: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will what?like i wouldnt be able to chase her anyway so what can i do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7.If he or she becomes your lover, things he or she would have to improve on will be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well id like her for who she is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8.If he or she becomes your enemy you will: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i imagine i would ignore her like crazy.like i did clara..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9.If he or she becomes your enemy, the reason will be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;because she starts treating me horrid because she hates me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10:The thing you desire to do most for him or her would be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;hmm.uhhum..take away all the horrible stuff in her life?i dunno really actually i dont desire that &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11.Overall impression of him or her: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GREATEST PERSON TO TALK TO EVER EVER EVERRRRR~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12.How do you think people around you feel about you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if the person doesnt &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; me,the person is most likely to either &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dislike me/think im weeeeird &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if the person does..maybe the person would be wondering why im looking so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...sad/moody/emo/suicidal/anti-social&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/quiet/angry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ha.hah.haaa.^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13.A character trait you love about yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i argue well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14.A character trait you hate about yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;god there's soo many.urrrmm..that'll be that im... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...ju&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;st a really reeeally horrible person inside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont wanna be but i am.yikes.=[ =[ =[ =[ =[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15.Person you want to be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the person i was last year &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*WANT THAT SOOO MUCH OMG*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16.Say something to the people who care for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'i think im not quite worth it..' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'um.thanks so much i wonder why you guys do.. '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okayyy.maybe um...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'im sorry about...' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noooooooooooo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright!something more happy!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um...groan.what?uh 'lets maintain this friendship forever!' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_- that just sounded wiiiiierd..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17.Pass this quiz to 10 people to know what they feel about you in no particular order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.cait &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.linsha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.tessa ying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.isabel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.andro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.tze &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.manda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.harriet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.ciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiindy!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.gene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;who is number 6 (tze yuen) having a relationship with?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;havent heard from her for AAAAAAAGESSS =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;is number 9 (cindy) male or female?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;female.who cares?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if 7 (amanda)and 10 (genevieve) are together,would it be a good thing?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well it wouldnt be baaaaad.just not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how about 8 (harriet) and 5 (andro)? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;HELL NO!!!! i mean,thats just crazy.IMPOSSIBLE.URH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;....but it'll be interesting *HAHAHAHA!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what is 2 (linsha) studying about?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;like i know like i care but i hope she's reading that flawless book i got her to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when was the last time you talked to 3(tessa)?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as in in person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...have i ever did? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think so..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last time .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..it was a monday. and a dark dark morning cus it was raining.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that previous saturday i soft rebonded my hair... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...that&lt;/em&gt; monday yeah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what kind of music does 8 (harriet)like?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uh.um. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well that mcfly song and that rihanna feat ne-yo song..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;does 1 (caitlin) have any siblings?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeeeeeeeah.i think two. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well i know she's got a brother (key-something) who goes hel-LO on the phone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;..haha so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;OH YEAH AND HE'S GOT A FANTASTIC COLLECTION OF BIONICLES I WAS GAWKING AT LAST YEAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;will you woo 3 (tessa)?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;....uh what? *HAHAHA* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;weeeeeeell...maaaaaybeeeee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how about 7(amanda )?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shoot.NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;thats weeeeird.i mean like,why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;is 4 (isabel) single?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can that be with all those jap stars she's all over... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.yeah she is no doubt bout it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what's 5's surname?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how about 10(genevieve)?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh crap i cant spell it..=[ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kisieker?no... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kieseker? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i give up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what's 4(isabel)'s hobby?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anything jap no doubt about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;do 5 (andro)and 9(cindy)get along?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fine.just not close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh but im good enough with both..but i wish i could see cindy more often..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;where does 2 (linsha)study at all?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nanyang girls.hmmmp.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;say something casual about 1(cait)?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont forget us.me.suet.everyone.or better we'll kidnap you so we wont lose you to australia...im afraid you'll just &lt;em&gt;walk out&lt;/em&gt; of ur lives just like that... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAK!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT FREAKING SEND YOU OFF AT THE AIRPORT CUS IT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUST SO HAPPENS&lt;/span&gt; I LEAVE FOR PARIS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/span&gt; EARLIER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;are 5 (andro) and 1(caitlin)best friends?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;not quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;does 7 (manda) like 2(linsha)? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;good one.i dont know.sort of complicated i think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;does 1(caitlin) have any pets?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;um no....wait YES.this dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;yea are you gonna ship the dog to &lt;em&gt;that place&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;is 6(tze) the sexiest person in the world?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh but her hugs are like the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST EVER I TELL YA..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;end* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;right.cait wants to know about presents... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i havent recieved alll....but im gonna have a make-up party/gathering.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;no bbq sorry cus ive no money cus my parents wont know cus i wont tell them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cus my dad flew off this evening.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;JACQUELINE.urh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she wanted to get me a ADDY 2H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i tell ya she's nuts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;its in a frigging GAME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and it cost her only 10k,cmon &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can afford it&lt;/span&gt; tooo hey.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh and i never liked 2H s....did she do her research?nooooo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cus no matter they can hack off lots of hitpoints,their speed and def are bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i care about speed and def.hmmp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well i told her i didnt like it.she got upset and mad at me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cmon arent i ENTIRELY BLAMELESS??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i mean,addy.god.where's the sincerity?ADDY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;well she got me something solid and real...hey i liked that every much!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so jacq,if your gonna be cheapskate,dont ever get me anything virtual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; ....wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*hey didya think RUNE SKIMMY????*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-2963831187141366576?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2963831187141366576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/2963831187141366576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232035.post-4507127832223647962</id><published>2007-11-05T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:21:10.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a quiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.Do you know what’s love ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not really.apparently,its there so we'll want to mate and so continue the line of our species. i think it's more than that.but i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Have you been in love ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no.not at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. Who do you like now ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. What’s your wish right now ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i didnt screw up sunday for everyone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*drowning in tears of regret and remorse *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. List 10 people who are top 10 to you . (not in order) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(its &lt;em&gt;sort of&lt;/em&gt; though..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.amanda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.and the entire loh family &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. plus me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.dear cait &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.harrriet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.ISABEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.o'course, jacq &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.suet yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.andro-meda / linsha ROTU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.no idea...um oh-kazuya minekura!!(HAHA) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Is #6 pretty / handsome ? (bel) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you can say that!my mum always says she's cute.and she doesnt need blusher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7. Does #3 treat you good ?(me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tries to.in fact because of that,i get into too much trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8. The most memorable things #10 had done for you ?(kazuya minekura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;created saiyuki and wild adapter!!! -LOVE YA FOR THAT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9. The most memorable word #8 had said to you ?(suet) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not to me. its the sentence "shit,i cannot!" yeah rmb the story behind it??HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10. Are you close to #2 ? (the entire loh family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;physically,some of us are like,continents apart.really.but YEAH we're close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11. Who is #1 ?(Amanda) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my THERAPIST COUNCILLOR ADVISOR and someone who's damn great to talk to!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12. Who is #9 to you ?(andro / linsha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone who wouldnt trust me enough to lend me manga  *tears*/  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone whose left me horrifying memories..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;13. What kind of person is #5 ?(harriet) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a loud, spoilt brat who cant sing but still keeps at it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*snigger*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;14. What’s your relationship with #4 ?(caitlin) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;great friends ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but can we be pen-pals too next year cait???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;15 . Is #7 a nice person ? (jacq) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah like great duh.she was my best friend !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Name 10 people to do this quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;manda,linsha,cait,isabel,yihui,eunice,tze yuen,andro,cindy,genevieve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO IT ALRIGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh hey sorry i cant quite tell you what i said i was thinking abt in the previous post...im not in that sort of mood ysee.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and cus my dad might come back anytime now... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah.maybe i'll just write it down somewhere first.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232035-4507127832223647962?l=princesschipmnk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4507127832223647962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232035/posts/default/4507127832223647962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesschipmnk.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>livingcontradiction</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17231041802433379885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
