<?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-25785119</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:14:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pancaaaaaaakes ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25785119.post-6819165329439065719</id><published>2007-04-16T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T05:44:06.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;switched my blog to&lt;br /&gt;http://winter-lovee.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;please go there instead :]&lt;br /&gt;won't be updating this blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;PS-&lt;br /&gt;that one is freaking plain.&lt;br /&gt;the template is freaking pissing me off because its not CO-OPERATING.&lt;br /&gt;and i found such a NICE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dongbangshinki&lt;/span&gt; skin too...&lt;br /&gt;ssipal.&lt;br /&gt;freaking new blogspot. CO-OPERATE!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, shitshit. haven't done my literature. BYE!(:&lt;br /&gt;AISHITERU &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;please go to that blog instead, yah?!&lt;br /&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/25785119-6819165329439065719?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/6819165329439065719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=6819165329439065719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/6819165329439065719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/6819165329439065719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2007/04/switched-my-blog-to-httpwinter-lovee.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-120095969810166374</id><published>2007-02-27T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T05:05:40.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GAH! We have camp tomorrow. Which I am not looking forward to at ALL!... today was absolutely retarded... we got the class tees, the front has a pair of lips, designed by Jillian and Cheryl, and the back says 2PR07 - PERFECT WITH P.O.I.S.E, also done by Jillian and Cheryl. Which was darn funny; because below 2PR07 there are words that say " If you can read this, you're too close" So we went around, made people stand at a distance, and we said, " No, we're too close" and we would be idiots as usual and laugh. The badminton match was so... interesting. The rivalry was REALLY strong between SC and Raffles, and the minute we stepped into the stadium and we cheered, the bunch of RGS girls' began booing. But you know; some people said they sound like men during their cheer-- their voices are so low and blah blah. HAHAAH! Even Mrs Low made fun of them at assembly. I quote what she said " I heard RGS is sending 2 busloads of people, but we're sending a whole level of supporters." She's so funny in a weird way. But I kinda like her. She seems youthful. Not that Miss Heng wasn't, its just that she's ... different. AHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Siew Jia + Melissa Tham + Trisha sabo-ed me... they said, "OK, lets all cheer, 1, 2, 3!..." and silence. And I screamed alone. So everybody laughed. But I laughed too, cause I thought it was really funny...but SC lost in the end. I saw some of the badminton players sitting around the hallways after school, and I saw this Sec 4 girl comforting a Sec 3 player who looked like she was going to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was Melissa's last day at SC, ... she's going back to Australia on Saturday... so we all hugged her, and she was gonna cry, and Grace the big eyed dodo bird said " Don't cry, I'll cry too." Its so sad... she's leaving already... but I can still talk to her on MSN. And I am totally converting this blog from a pessimistic suicidal-sounding entry area to a happier one that at least TALKS about normal events that occur everyday. But I don't want it to sound like a totally crap-filled blog that talks about... uhm, ... you know, ... sissy stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jang Ri In's birthday's tomorrow... 28th of February, which happens to be the same day my birthday is on. So technically, when she was 3 years old, I was born. HAHAHA! :] I heard she stayed in Singapore for around 6 months [ according to SOMEBODY WHO SITS BEHIND ME, its near a year. WTF. ]. I wonder if I saw her... I wish I did. But then I wouldn't have recognised her back then. :] But; what saddens me is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHE'LL SPEND HER BIRTHDAY reading fan letters and recieving presents and spending time with other SM Entertainment artistes like DBSK! OR SUPER JUNIOR! .... T____T While I, the poor 14 year old all the way in Singapore... in some Serimbun campsite... will be sticking poles into dirt and pitching a tent. Can life be anymore unfair? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Word of the week;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OCTOPACHI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;= Grace's new version of Takopachi / Takoyaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BTW: I switched from MySpace to Friendster. MySpace has too many Americans. Not that I mind, but its boring. Plus I had nobody to talk to. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-120095969810166374?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/120095969810166374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=120095969810166374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/120095969810166374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/120095969810166374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2007/02/gah-we-have-camp-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-117058644951913016</id><published>2007-02-04T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:54:09.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhh,.. lemme do a summary of what happened in January... JANUARY SUCKED! It sucked beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt; I have 6 top frustrated moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Six frustrated moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Missing the JYP Auditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Missing the JYP Talent Scouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Missing the first SG Asterian meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When some people annoyed me for days on end in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the chest pains re-occurred over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again, I also have good moments; such as... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NYAA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting to be with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking in big convos. with the Asteria people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting my gigantic multiple prezzie Korean birthday gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughing with my idiot friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking to my friends about K-Pop; especially topics about DBSK, Super Junior, and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GAH! They don't like SS501. I know a couple of people who like [b]xing[/b], but very few people I know like SS501. WHY!? I LOVE SS501! They're so sexy! Oops. Yeah. Especially my two pillows, Park Jung Min and Kim Hyun Joong. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know Yunho's fallen sick again. And two days before his birthday. Isn't that sad...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; ... Sigh... I wish some of my friends would NOT be so persistent in their annoying ways and actions. I'm not going to mention names, but some people I know, as entertaining as it is, just CANNOT be serious for a freaking moment, and that is ANNOYING. Would you guys, if you know who you are, please try to be slightly more serious?? Not TOTALLY irritating and harassing people all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What the heck. It has come to my attention that--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THE CHOOSEY LOVER ALBUM COVER IS FREAKING FREAKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;... Its so creepy... there are GHOSTS! And not just GHOSTS, heads of creepy girls... its not SUPPOSED TO BE THERE! I looked at the pictures just now. Its very scary, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the pictures, you can see the heads of things from the other realm that are NOT meant to be in the picture. Like in the reflection in the black marble floor, and in a glass strip on the left side of Junsu oppa. Its very creepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not wish to post pictures of ghosts in blog, so head over to secretbear's blog if you wanna check it out. Its in her post on the 2nd of Feb. Or something like that. Either that or go to AF Forum or Asteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know the scariest one, to me, is the picture beside Junsu oppa's head. Its of this girls' head. Its like, just her head. What makes it scary is that its like a girl with long black hair, away from her face, and you can see the features a little, but they aren't totally defined.. but she's got no eyes. Its like, black holes. It just gives me the chills. Its also the most defined "ghost". You can spot her immediately even in the original picture, and that's not even brightened. You can only see the other "creatures" in the brightened picture or the close up shots. Its FREAKING ME OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I still AM anticipating the release of the Choosey Lover single. The previews alone are amazing, and the song has something like an 80s' theme, but its very catchy and very mysteriously sexy in a way. Everything's rather black, though. The album cover conveys an absolutely contrasting image from the one given in the audio preview or the MV preview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are a couple of songs I'm listening to right now;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlock { Heavy Metal Edition } - SS501&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Your Hands - Xing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Your Hands - Xing { Kevin's Version }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarang An He { 사랑 안해 }{ I won't love }- Baek Ji Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls On Top - BoA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. I recommend these songs for the moment! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maaah; even though I'm a big K-Pop fan; I have NEVER listened to Shinhwa. I've never really considered them;... can anybody recommend any songs from them? Thank you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember how I was " crying " to Sansan unni about Sierra unni and her nice yet mean fic with her and Hankyung oppa... she made out with him! T__T That's depressing-- as I said before;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She stole my FRIED RICE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because! My house is very nice, cause I have my FISHIE { Donghae } ; my two PILLOWS { Park Jung Ming and Kim Hyun Joong } ; my ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM { Jaejoong }; my white teddy bear { Sung Hyung a.k.a Kevin from Xing }; and my BEIJING FRIED RICE, Hankyung. But she stole it! And she also wanted to take my entertainment system. On second thought, she already did. She's the MISTRESS of the Jae Harem! &gt;&lt;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...meanie.&lt;br /&gt;MAAAH, at least I have my fishie, my white teddy bear, and my two pillows; but I'll miss my entertainment system and my fried rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-117058644951913016?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/117058644951913016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=117058644951913016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/117058644951913016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/117058644951913016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2007/02/uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-116860989007209720</id><published>2007-01-12T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T05:54:07.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Either way, this is the first post I've done since the new year began ^^ HAHA! ... got into 2 PR, absolutely WEIRD class, but very very entertaining... I wouldn't wish to be in a different class ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I walked home in the rain today... got soaked ... and I'm still supposed to be SICK... sigh, its all Cassandra's fault! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was freaking cool...my style of writing has changed a lot... I'm going to write about a prisoner during the war for the Commonwealth Essay Competition. I just felt drawn to it... oops. I revealed my plot! *gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm being freaking lame...I wanna drink some Pepsi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR TO EVERYBODY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm around 12 days late, but its now or never, ne?? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Either way, I wished most of you already... its only a handful I didn't quite get the time to give my wishes to xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I can get my new phone tomorrow... my current phone... sucks, to put it in a nice way... the buttons are rusting at the side, probably because I SMS at weird places, the buttons can be pulled off, the keypad is NOT responding, they're typing the wrong things { for example, I press the [0] and it comes out as ABC or something along those lines }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BTW: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Doesn't that lightning thing suit me? Yes it does, ne???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not the beautiful part... but the dangerous part ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And people do stare at me wherever I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;because I'm too noisy X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-116860989007209720?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/116860989007209720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=116860989007209720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116860989007209720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116860989007209720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-lightningbeautiful-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-116619030306007364</id><published>2006-12-15T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T05:59:07.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was the 15th of December, right? omgosh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Junsu's birthday~ Yay! Happy Birthday, Junsu oppa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wooh. He's officially twenty, then. I don't want to be so old. You have to look at the teenagers and wish you could act just as silly xp So anyway, today I went to watch Midnight Sun with Yanny and Zi Ying [ idiot Yanny got the name wrong -.- She told me Midnight Sunshine. Veeeeery funny.] I had originally left the house at 9.20, and was smsing everybody on my phone since I decided I haven't sms-ed anybody for a long time...unless you count the one or two replies to Yumie or something. So...I went to J8...and I was going to get on the train...then this super annoying bunch of girls cut in front of me...and it was so humiliating...there was no space, cause they stole my space, and then I turned to head to the next door, and the fricking door closed on me. I didn't mind that, but the PEOPLE inside were staring at me, and I was about to swear already, but I couldn't do that alone, it would be even more embarassing... so I sat down and I felt bored so I decided to bug Zi Ying...who was only just getting ready... -.- After waiting an eternity...[ bloody hell, this is beginning to sound like a normal blog, weh, not good! xp ] the frickin' train came and I went to Orchard...and I called Zi Ying to bug her again ! (: She was getting fed up, of course...and I saw Yanny...so I hung up...then this blur queen told me I was 10 minutes late...and I was 10 minutes early...and she quickly changed the subject and talked about donating blood -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt; skipping boring stuff &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we went to McDonald's and Yanny was being a freeloader~ [ speaking of which, you guys owe me money for the movie tickets...let me think...do you owe me anything else..?...no...HOI! Come to think of it, you fakey buttfaces! If you could pay for the pretzels AND drinks, why couldn't you pay for your own movie tickets?! &gt;.&lt; ]...so we ate pancakes and we skipped all the way to Singapore Shopping Centre to look for Cool Zone [ I'm exaggerating. We were not skipping, obviously.]...which was freaking closed!!!! ...until 1pm. So we went to Taka first...then after looking for something...some pen nip thingy in Kino...we rushed to Cathay [ I'm exaggerating again ] and we bought tickets to the 1 pm show, and Yanny and Zi Ying, being freeloaders, forced poor Nicole to pay for them...and at first the ticket guy was like " You guys have to be at least 18 to watch this show " and he said it in a serious face, like he believed that we were 18, and that is not true, we DEFINITELY do not look like we're 18 [ especially me! bwahahaha *cough*] and I was silent, and Zi Ying went " Uh...." and the guy looked back down at the screen and said " Wait, you guys want to watch Midnight Sun..." and I was like, almost twitching, but of course, I do not twitch unless the situation calls for it, and the situation was not that desperate, and I am rambling , wtf, and we paid [ I freaking PAID!] for the tickets and we tried sitting down on the high chairs...but we gave up and we decided to head to Lvl 9 first instead of waiting there doing nothing...and I discovered a whole floor of computers...bwahaa...and there was this Frankenstein monster there...it was super big and scary...so the three of us were comtemplating on who to torture by sending them to walk in front of the machine...apparently, if you walk past the sensor, it will move, but the thing was freaking scary, we didn't dare...so Yanny bravely handed her bag to me, and after 5 minutes, she ran across the monster....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;... but no movement. Our efforts were wasted. T_T&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went back down to watch the movie...and there was nobody inside the cinema at all [ I highly recommend the movie. Its VERY good and VERY touching and VERY sad.] ...except for two girls...until the movie started, then some people came in, but total, including us, there were only 15 people...aw...but we watched the show...and its FRICKIN' DEPRESSING! Poor Kaoru died in the end T_T I'm spoiling the movie for one person out there who wishes to watch it as revenge. After heading back to the first floor, we spotted a Death Note replica. Wow. So all the way to Singapore Shopping Centre, we were discussing about who to kill off... and at that moment, I read Kristen's christmas letter to me...thank you Kristen, but not a very good idea, baka, because you wrote I like ugly guys, and it just so happens that Yanny likes the same guy, so good luck to you, you're going to be some roast monkey when school re-opens...btw, I know you ain't reading this, but thank you for the stuff...so pretty....stuff... *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;omg! Highlight of trip! Not really, the whole thing was FUN but this was just COOL. Cool Zone! OMG! Soooooooo much stuff! I pre-ordered the Super Junior Hanging Calender 2007 Version A. OMG! AMAZING! Wooohooooo....I bought the Orion biscuits DBSK was advertising, three photos, and a poster of DBK! Went away $ 36.90 poorer. What teh heck, it didn't matter, I was VERY VERY happy. After that, we grabbed some pretzels, did Zi Ying's SANA Quiz thingy, and went home~ WAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;P. S I highly recommend the shop. Its ULTRA cool. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-116619030306007364?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/116619030306007364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=116619030306007364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116619030306007364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116619030306007364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-15th-of-december-right.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-116420336358957439</id><published>2006-11-22T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:11:02.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="77c44469"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="bbfb1f93"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Damn. I'm so sick of it. I honestly am. I'm exaggerating, but honestly, I want to be some where else. Somewhere where you can say something and you won't be critisized for it. Is that too much to ask for,then? I don't like this place. There are too many rules and regulations I have to follow. I'm sick of it. I know a lot of people out there will be thinking " This girl is crazy, she's safe, her country is peaceful, she's able to get an education..." But what if I don't want all this...I'd trade my place with someone else. I want to try some thing new. I feel caged here. Not the type of people stuck in their houses, forced to stay inside. But I want to be elsewhere. Somewhere where saying something odd or absurd is accepted. I don't feel very comfortable saying this in front of all my friends, since I know you guys can read it, but I don't care. I always don't, don't I? Its not because I want to be in another country ( some of my friends would know what I mean) but its the fact that I feel I'm missing something important. Like there's somewhere I'm supposed to be but I'm not there, I'm missing it. It gives me a sick feeling deep down. I've always hated this feeling. Ever since I was really young, like five or six, I used to get this same feeling when I had to be at a party or some gathering thing and I was missing it because of some swimming lessons or studying or something along those lines. And I detested the thought. I had to do everything to get it off my mind. But the feeling's been coming back ten-fold, and I can't stand it. I've already told somebody, it made me feel slightly better, but I can't help it now because sometimes, I find myself unconciously staring off ( its a known habit of mine, but this time I mean it.) and just staring at an object that my mind isn't focusing on. And then my eyes will start stinging and I'll cry for no reason. Its just this weird thing...I feel really depressed, even though I honestly have no idea what I'm depressed over. And, no, I'm not stressed, who in their right mind would be stressed by work or studies during a two-month holiday. Ok, so a few people would, but you get the idea. I just find myself staring out the window...I have a pretty big one, and the view is quite nice...but every time I do so, I feel worse. It makes me sick just looking out, because if I do, I see the horizon of those buildings out there, and although its not the sea, and it's not that beautiful, I get an awful feeling...like I've explained before, its like I belong somewhere else, but I'm not there. I don't belong here. I honestly don't. Its not a matter of fitting in, or belonging someplace, because I have no problems doing that, but I just don't &lt;strong&gt;belong&lt;/strong&gt; here. Its a tough thing to explain. I've been told I'm a very deep thinker, and when I begin to immerse myself in these kind of thoughts, not many people can understand me. But some do, and I have to thank them for that, because they help me through certain situations. But not all situations can be thrown to one side and forgotten or be solved by others. Sometimes I have to do it on my own. Its not like I have a choice - and everybody will have at least one or two scenarios in life where it happens.And it just happens. I'm not making sense to some people, and I have no intention of doing so. I apologise, but it doesn't change anything. I just feel drained nowadays. I can't say I'm putting up a facade anymore, because I'm not, I don't try to hide anything. Sure, there are times when I feel so happy that everything seems perfect, and I'm very grateful for those moments, but nothing lasts forever, and I'm sick of people giving shit excuses and putting their names as something melodramatic and depressing when you can tell they aren't at all. I used to do that, and I admit it, I'm not going to deny anything, but now it just disgusts me when I see all these fake names and "walls" people put up just to get attention. Its exactly the same as drawing up a weak sob story and feeding it to someone to gain sympathy. I'm not going to mention names, but even when I see names with stuff involving love...sorry, but reality check - we're all less that three quarters of a two decades old. What the hell would we know about love?! People twice our age, our even more, are still searching for it, and some of us can come out and pretend that we know every thing about it? What, so a handful of some of us there may have been "dumped" by a significant other or something, but sincerely, one of you wannabes out there, tell me, what do &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; know about hope, love, death, break-ups, dating, and missing somebody? Okay, so the last category can be counted, but what about the rest? How many people of our age group have literally been dumped before? And the so-called "pain" you get after that? That's going to be nothing compared to the kind of relationship problems most of us will have when we grow older. And the depression stage I'm going through right now will probably be nothing to me in five years, give or take. I'm a hypocrite, and I admit that. But I fully draw the line at a certain stage of pretending, and saying all this will probably not help me, but screw it. I'm sick of this false shit and all the crap people hurl at each other every moment, even if the other party doesn't realise it. Life is just life, and I have to go along with it, but I'm still bitching about everything here. So, excuse me, okay, if a few days later, when I'm feeling happier, I talk to one of you again. I won't be the same person. I change everyday, and a lot of you do too. I'm never going to be the same person twice, and I don't care. I just have to take life as it comes, because no matter what shit I get, its nothing compared to what some people get. I know that some of us may not think the same way, but this is what I feel. I mean, you can be at your lowest, and you can think that nothing is worse than what you're going through at that current period of time, and I've been through that stage and back too, and its hell, but there always will be somebody out there, in the exact same place that you are. They say everybody is unique. Its true, but what some people go through out there, can be exactly the same as what other people may be going through halfway across the globe, or even right next to your door. I'm going too deep into my thinking again, and if I offend everybody with my reasoning, then I sincerely apologise to you in advance. You don't have to read this, and I'm sorry if you did and you're now angry or upset and will probably never speak to me again, but these words are coming from me, not from you, and I can choose to say whatever I wish to say. Nobody has to correct anybody. And I certainly don't have to correct anybody else any longer. I strayed off my original topic, and I know this is a little angsty, and I really am sorry if I have insulted you. I still admit that I do not feel like I belong to this country, and I belong somewhere else... but the problem is I have yet to find the place where I really feel like I belong. Not physically, but more emotionally. I just don't belong here. This phrase is very cliched, but I know if fits the scenario right now. I cry more than three times each day, and its just meaningless crying. I can sit on my chair for a few seconds and tears will already leak out. I know it isn't PMS or whatever, I'm not having mood swings, and no, like I said before, I'm not depressed. I just don't fit in here. This is going to be a very long post...because all the thinking I've been doing for more than a month is just flowing out, and I know a lot of people will think I'm a hypocrite, and I am, you don't have to prove yourself wrong, but this is what I feel, and my thoughts, as I've mentioned before, can run very deep. I know I can be like the rest at times, and I can get very personal and outspoken, that's why I've hurt some people before, but I try not to anymore. The person typing this out will be different from the one going back to school next year who will be happy, as usual, and laughing madly. I can't help it. I cannot be the person I am here. The inner demon I have is serious and hateful, but the person on the other side is the total opposite. Which is why you people may think I am full of bullshit and hypocritical because I do the exact opposite of what I say here, but I'm just divided, and its not something that can be changed or helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Very sorry for being pessimistic. I'm a person based my feelings and moods (as a lot of my friends know). I can be very nice one moment and I can be the evil woman seeking revenge the next. Sorry. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-116420336358957439?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/116420336358957439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=116420336358957439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116420336358957439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116420336358957439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-116162315847566155</id><published>2006-10-23T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:31:59.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="178dbfc3"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, shit. Don't blame me for swearing. My complete earlier post just got deleted. Damn internet. Anyway...I had been rambling about how bloody boring the holidays were. Honestly, its been so empty that I have even resorted to playing with sparkly dress-up-Barbie games that have annoying phrases like "Lets dress up Barbie!" or "Yay! We're going to the mall!" I felt like smashing her stupid plastic face. It was so disgusting, but I had to do it, because I have absolutely nothing to do. Bloody Battleon is always having a busy server, I'm so sick of Maple and the stupid mushrooms, Runescape is boring and the characters are half-deformed with triangular limbs and faces,and I cannot be bothered to go play CS, it's worse than Maple if you play it by yourself. Honestly, if the government really wanted to help youths, they would make our schools give us slightly more... ENGAGING activities during the holidays instead of eating, sleeping, and surfing the net. There is literally nothing left to do. I can sit here all day and twiddle my thumbs, but that would be just retarded, and I am in the mood of resorting to linking plastic neon-pink and lime-green paper clips to form a chain that would break a Guiness World Record. I have enough time to break more than just one bloody record. I haven't stepped out of the house in four days, and I only change out of my pyjamas to bathe. I feel annoyed, and I have pent-up frustration that cannot be relieved merely by beating up my brother. Its the kind of frustration that you have to take out on people who are super annoying. I need those kind of people right now. I haven't cursed or screamed in a week. And if you think that's a good thing, it isn't, because the first thing I will probably do if I return to school next year is to be in one shit of a grumpy mood and to bitch at every person who even says hi. If I do not get one bloody fricking chance to do something fun, I am going to destroy my room and go on serious mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt; the person who will be whacked on the head by Zi Ying for waking up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And also the same person who will be enjoying fluffy pancakes before her destruction by the very angry fans of certain boy bands one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e0b66966"&gt;&lt;blockquote id="fd38a31a"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-116162315847566155?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/116162315847566155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=116162315847566155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116162315847566155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116162315847566155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-116084031926314182</id><published>2006-10-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:36:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="d11b30af"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right. And I am super irritated, because yesterday, my bloody Internet connection decided to fail on me, just when I had a nice long post done, and when I was just going to save it, the bloody thing went poof and the stupid web page decided to say "Service is temporarily unavailable" and I was so freaking frustrated I punched the damn thing. I mean, it wasted so much of my bloody time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So anyway, Miss Nicole here is being lazy, and to take up the beautiful white, blank space on this damned blog, I am putting utterly unnecessary and un-related stuff from Blogthings here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 100% Bipolar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoubipolarquiz/bipolar-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have some serious ups and downs, maybe to the point of endangering your own life.Consult a doctor to see if you may truly have bipolar disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Bipolar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, this one seriously shocked me. I'm worse than Tammy. Heh. This proves I should have 13 modes. Oh, wait, the post about the 13 Nicole Modes was deleted. I'll replace it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/air.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 8% Shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You aren't shy at all, in fact, you're probably quite outgoing.You are comfortable in almost any social situation, no matter how difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dbd7d2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 147&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's" Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, this one seriously shocked me. I have a pretty high EQ?Whoa. I understand people~! Yays. That's good. Well, I kind of do. But sometimes, certain people get on my nerves. This quiz was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Wrath Quotient: 49%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchwrathdoyouhavequiz/wrath-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ouch! You've got a bit of a temper going on there, don't you?Just make sure to keep your revenge fantasies just that... fantasies only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Wrath Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a nice person!! ...No, really!!! Hey, come on, I'm telling the truth. ...okay, so maybe not so much, but I could've sworn I was nice..(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were: A Brave Astrologer.&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Burma.&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Natural causes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, this one, I swear, is just creepy. Anybody from SC who knows Jacqueline Chua, Yumie Goh, Audrey Ong, Stephanie Khoo, or Zi Ying, from 1 GR '06, will know why. I once had a premonition in a dream earlier in the year...and it involved a lunar eclipse lasting for two days in the Greek Calender...and creepily enough, I had the dream when the Greek Calender had been exactly 4 months then, the time predicted by some person in my dream, and the scarier thing was, astrologers had been beheaded centuries before due to the incorrect prediction of the exact time of the eclipse. ...and I am WAY freaked out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Best Described By...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousworkofartareyouquiz/jubilant.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Petite FleursBy Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Famous Work of Art Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a handful of flowers. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Level is: 65%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/power-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a very powerful person, and you know that all of your power comes from within.Keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll reach your goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Powerful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 12% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right. I was pretty shocked at this one too. You mean I'm as good as that?...well, maybe it was because the quiz didn't state the sins that were REALLY bad...hmm...I was being honest...and truthful...so maybe, I'm good. Okay, if that was really true, I'm 100% sure the world would meet its end. Although, I DID tell the truth on one of the statements...when they asked if I would give my life in exchange for 10,000 lives to be saved, I hereby declare that I would, solemnly. I mean, if I had to die, and the rest of them would be saved, then it would be enough. I mean, its better for just one family, my family, to be sad, rather than 99,999 more,right?Yeah...but I have to admit I have looked at..naughty pictures online. But it was just that ONCE. And it was an accident. Or rather, an innocent mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And those of my close friends reading this would be thinking right now :" An innocent mistake?...my ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Which is pretty accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Control Freak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouacontrolfreakquiz/control-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's no way you're a control freak. You're totally laid back - and able to take life as it comes.While you definitely have a healthy mental attitude, don't get suckered into letting someone control you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You A Control Freak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not weird!! I'm not weird~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...okay,it was two.Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your World View&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fffafa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a fairly broadminded romantic and reasonably content. You value kindness and try to live by your ideals. You have strong need for security, which may be either emotional or material.&lt;br /&gt;You respect truth and are flexible. You like people, and they can readily make friends with you. You are not very adventurous, but this does not bother you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Honest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/honesty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You do tend to tell the truth a lotBut you also stretch the truth on occasionYou figure a little lie isn't a big dealAs long as it doesn't hurt anyone too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ha. Told you I was HONEST. But nobody believed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Greed Quotient: 20%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchgreeddoyouhavequiz/greed-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're anything but greedy. You're eager to share and give to others.For you, collecting material possessions is more trouble than it's worth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Greed Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I thought I was greedy. Oh well. I guess not. But I really cannot stand it when people give up anything that they possibly can just to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get the one thing they desire the most. Its disgusting when I hear about how low they would sink or how far they would go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Phish Food Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/phish-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've been described as gooey and fudgey. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Riiiiight. And being described as gooey and fudgey...just sounds totally wrong. I would rather be called Juicy. Which for your information, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you are really dumb, is my nickname thanks to Cheryl Neo. I don't understand why I am even putting her name here. By the way, will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone please remind me to slaughter Natalie Teo? She put a totally retarded picture of me covering my face with a half-eaten sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and a chicken wing because their stupid feet were in the air. Its so annoying, NOT even HUMILIATING. Don't worry...you'll be a dead fried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;duck by Monday once I get my hands on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is low.You see love as a gift that you should give to many.It's hard for you to imagine being with one person at at time...Let alone one person for the rest of your life!&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.You probably have had a couple significant loves.And you may have even had your heart broken.But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.You know a relationship is not about getting your way.And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is low.This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships..It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dai Yamashina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have no bloody idea how the heck they create the names out of your gender and your name, but what the heck...I just wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and felt like wasting my useless time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow. I have compassion. This quiz is more retarded than I thought it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Cheetah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/cheetah.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are quick and elusive, with keen senses.You are able to have intense concentration for short periods of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would have preferred to have been a piggie. But not a fried and dried one, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffd391" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You'll die choking on a cookie in bed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah-HA! I am not lustful, neither am I envious or full of wrath!! ...Hey, wait a bloody moment. I am greedy? In what way am I greedy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, F.I.N.E, I like junk food, I drink two bottles of Coke daily, I eat fries a lot...is that even COUNTED as gluttony?...it is?Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wait. Gluttony and greed is different?...huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/pink.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANIME&lt;/span&gt; STYLE,BABY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #98fb98" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Japanese Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/japanese-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Strange yet delicious.Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sushi....sushi...SUSHI....&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DROOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 90% Extrovert, 10% Introvert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/extrovert.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are as outgoing as they comeThe life of the party, you're friends with everyoneYou're a people person, and you are quite the entertainerYou love being around a crowd and acting spontaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think all my friends know this already, I am super-outspoken, I am weird, I am hyper, I am UNIQUE. No, no, maybe not unique, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;definitely the other characteristics. Heh (:&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I love my family, and all my wonderful, fun friends (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You guys rule. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What'&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow. That's nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eaeaea" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Jelly Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/jelly-donut.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you're a little rounder than most folks - but it's only in the right places!You maintain a clean exterior, even if you're all messy on the inside.You think you're the best, and that's mostly true...But remember, you're just an empty shell without your jelly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a jelly donut, I'm a jelly donut~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is Film Noir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/film-noir.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So what if you're a little nihilistic at times?Life with meaning is highly over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Sin City, L. A. Confidential, Blade Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;If&lt;/a&gt; Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/unwritten.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/a&gt; by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book begins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's" Your 2006 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FREE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like a bird. Wait a minute. Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield was released in 2005, not '06. Those fat liars. Oh well. I used to LOVE the song. It was like being FREE~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish.&lt;br /&gt;You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered.&lt;br /&gt;You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you.&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh.Unfortunately for me, this describes my current situation perfectly. Confused, nervous, and annoyed. I wish I could solve it, but unfortunately for me, its really complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/rain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can be warm and sexy. Or cold and unwelcoming.Either way, you slowly bring out the beauty around you.&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um, and this one, was really off the mark. Totally off. Didn't even describe me at all. Oh well. What you see is what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pride Quotient: 33%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/pride-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a little prideful, but nothing out of the norm.Like everyone, you enjoy attention. But you're also good at sharing the spotlight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much Pride Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wo shi yi ge hao ren. HAHAHA~!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/chocolate-chip.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are kind, popular, and generous.You tend to be successful at anything you try.A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just in case you're wondering, this is just weird, for me, because that day, when I tried it, I was Strawberry Ice-Cream. So...I'm compatible with myself?That's just super weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffa5b2" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romanceYou love to kiss under the stars or by the seaThe perfect kiss involves the perfect moodIt's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RIIIIIGHT. And this was just done for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Don't take it the wrong way. I'm hinting STRONGLY to people like YUMIE GOH THE STUPID DUMB DUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are As Cool As They Come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/cool.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rational and relaxed, no one could accuse you of being dramatic.You roll with the punches, and nothing ever gets you too worked up.You are able to maintain perspective and see the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you're emotional inside, you don't let it show.You're great at keeping it together, and you're rewarded for that.People see you as an ideal friend, employee, and partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whoa. I'm cool. Right. Chilling here. Not really. More like freezing stupid ass off. That's more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Warrior Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/warrior-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.You don't give up. You're committed and brave.Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This means war. HAHAHAHA~! Get it? WAR? ...oh my. I'm becoming lamer than Wai Lam .Oh no...her lame-ness is rubbing off on me...already, today, I told my whole family ....a lot of lame jokes, including the stupid Dynamo one and the three Happy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofmeatareyouquiz/fish.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a well formed palate and a daring appetite. If it's served to you, you'll at least try it.People are pretty scared of your exotic ways. But once they get a taste of you, they're addicted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Meat Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am fish, bubba. And I am going to swim around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SEE? I am becoming SO lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Fantastic Karma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/fantastic-karma.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/"&gt;How's" Your Karma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Meh...this is a good one to end it with, huh? I know... I have taken a HUGE chunk out of my blog space to put this stupid thing. HEY! Don't you DARE think copying and pasting is easy! it isn't! 'Specially since I am changing my fonts from Normal to Tiny. Its tough. I took 3 hours just to pu this damn post up. You better appreciate it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3294f0f1"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-116084031926314182?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/116084031926314182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=116084031926314182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116084031926314182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/116084031926314182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/10/right.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-115954722613656682</id><published>2006-09-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:17:46.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="6dfccff1"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh,thanks gosh. The exams are finally over. And now all I have to worry about will be the dreaded results. Frankly, I'm not sure if I will do well,Heck, scratch that. I'm not going to do well at all.I didn't really study. I did study more than usual, but to me,it wasn't enough.But I didn't do anything to change that, did I?I'm going to fail my General Science and Mathematics.I'm sure. My cough is still worsening,damnit. I suppose it was all that food yesterday. Let me see. I ate a burger, a packet of fries, a little bit of popcorn, a german chicken and mushroom sausage, and I drank a medium apple soda, a peach/lime japanese thingy drink, and a strawberry cream fizzy soda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be lucky if I don't get a stomachache from all that food. But it wasn't a lot...considering the fact that the rest of them, i.e, Stephanie Khoo, Zi Ying, Audrey, Jacqueline Chua, and Wern-Ching, all ate roughly the same amount...except that they each took a whole lot of popcorn and some more drinks during World Trade Center. The show was utterly traumatizing (according to Stephanie and Audrey) but to me and Zi Ying it was pretty depressing. I was in tears when their friend died when some rocks came hurtling down the hole leading into the place they were stuck in.It was kind of gory, because in one scene you see him standing up, covered in dust, but nonetheless healthy, and the next scene,  one huge slab of concrete is pressed behind his back and another one fell right on his midsection, sandwiching himbetween the two, and you could see that he was dying, because there was a huge load of blood pouring from his mouth. I think the stone impaled him through the stomach. It was so terrible I closed my eyes. Then he was like," I'm sorry, I really tried to save you guys...I'm going to die..." And right then, he takes out this gun, and we gasped, we thought he was going to shoot himself or something. Turns out, he was dying in seconds, so he took out his gun and shot it upwards through the hole to alert people about the two still stuck down there. And he died the moment he shot it. I think it was the recoil, It was so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going off now.Bye.I finally updated this blog, so you can't blame me.Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-115954722613656682?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/115954722613656682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=115954722613656682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/115954722613656682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/115954722613656682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/09/ohthanks-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-115530519204089898</id><published>2006-08-11T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:06:32.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ah.The lizard is gone.Ehehe.Don't mind me,please.Oh yes.I remembered the whole controversial issue about the Miss Universe Pageant.Okay.I have a few things to say about this.Stop critisizing her.Cut her some slack,will you?After all,even if she DID wear such a revealing dress for the evening gown section,she carried it off with poise and grace.How many people in Singapore would be able to carry such a dress off in front of worldwide audiences,no less? Less than a thousand in this small island,I can safely proclaim this.Yet they insist on insulting her idea.Did anyone ask her WHY she chose that dress before jumping to conclusions?No,apparently.Certain Singaporeans just have no proper manners.Would anyone like it if they were approached about something one day and scolded and insulted for something they did without getting a chance to explain themselves to the accuser?Obviously not,right?...you have to give it to her.She was brave enough to showcase that internationally.So next time if you insist on "venting your anger" about the "slutty" dress Miss Singapore wore during any pageant,or even for anything else,not just concerning models and pageants,find out WHY first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic: I think by this sentence,I would have angered about...3 million bloggers and caused them to swear and curse at me in front of their laptops and computer screens,right? Oh well.Such is life.This is supposed to be a free world.Freedom of speech is ALLOWED.As long as it is not insulting or vulgar. Key word for some bloggers out there,is INSULTING.Ah.Oops.I just realised in writing this topic that I could possibly be giving others the image that SCGS girls are opinionated,egoistic,bimbotic freaks.News flash: We're not. We just want to give our views on the outside world.After all,we're all going to be in that world,aren't we? So why not give us a chance to speak what we think now rather than bombard angry thoughts and frustrations at everyone and anything 20 years later? The earlier the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.I absolutely detest people cutting their words to shortforms like "euu" to replace "you" and using double 'i's to replace single i's,for example, information with iinformation. I think that's just really lame.Its like...you're totally modifying the English language into some weird alien Singlish language that shouldn't even by used,cause almost everybody NOT from Singapore wouldn't understand it,and they'd create notions about how primitive Singapore is,and how backward we are,and all that crap,and we'd be looked down upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, the teenagers hanging out at the arcades and at internet cafes playing Counter Strike or World Of Warcraft becoming cabinet ministers and even the President one day.What do you think Singapore will be like? Our whole country and our history that we've built up so far would be thrown down the drains,and we'd be shunned by the outside world.Imagine future architects and Members of The Parliament using words like "euu" in the National Day Message or used to address those from other countries wanting to place investments here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think they'd do? They'd probably tell you to forget it.And they'd probably invest in some other country.And slowly,Singapore would rot away,to be forgotten and lost to those around the world. In fact, if this frightening future were to continue,if you were to ask someone about an island called Singapore in,maybe 50 years,they'd probably tell you " What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,you may say that this is impossible,and that this sort of language is only used in things like blogs and text messages,but the more we practise it,the more we'd get used to it.Isn't it better to prevent it now?They always say that prevention is better than cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed,it is.&lt;br /&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/25785119-115530519204089898?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/115530519204089898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=115530519204089898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/115530519204089898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/115530519204089898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-115529001517494528</id><published>2006-08-11T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:53:35.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am officially at a loss at what to do.The blog is totally ruined.Okay,anyone who sees this and sees how ruined it is,please tell me.When I preview it,its perfectly fine,the way I want it,but when I republish the blog,it turns out horrid.&lt;br /&gt;My point is..?&lt;br /&gt;Well,if I can't update this,I will be so upset, because,then I will delete this.Yes,I know. I'm a desperate person.And desperate people,just like me,tend to do things we really don't want to do when we're NOT desperate.Its just a compulsive action,actually. If I recall correctly, I once cut up my whole diary in a fit of anger,one day, and after a few hours,I looked at the remains,and I burst into tears when I realised what I had done.But that was a long time ago, and besides, I was in a rage, not that I was desperate,so let's look for another example.&lt;br /&gt;Ah.I found one. I so desperate to get hold of an item,which I shall not name,due to copyright laws( totally irrelevant to this topic),and I had promised three classmates something I could not give.And,after the desperation had passed,I realised my awful mistake , but by that time,it was a bit too late,and I had gotten into serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Horrible stupidity on my part.&lt;br /&gt;...ah,well.I need a computer whiz to help  me.Call the IT girls.Hwa :)&lt;br /&gt;Actually,I feel depressed when I-wait! I just thought of a PERFECT example.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,once I was really hurt and upset due to...certain circumstances and arguments between my family and myself,so, in a fit of rather angry desperation, I had wrote rather...awful comments about them on my first blog,then.And one of my friends read it and it kind of spread.So,I had to obviously stop it before it reached one of my other classmates that had parents that knew mine,right?Yeah,obviously,so I had to-wait.Gotta go!!!&lt;br /&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/25785119-115529001517494528?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/115529001517494528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hi everyone.I couldn't post a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;was on a two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;week holiday.I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;can't stand it anymore.Everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;expects me to be the mad,crazy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;girl who seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt; like she's just going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;to pop her head round the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt; corner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;and laugh insanely.not anymore.I'm sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;of being the center of everyone's jokes.Well yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;There was a point when something happened,and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;realised that there was no use in doing what others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;were doing.You know.Like putting on small skirts and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;prancing around,giggling,while with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;or something,either shopping or watching a movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I was enough of all that plastic crap.So I changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I became sort of an outcast.I held to it.I didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;to care about what others thought about me.But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;recently I realised how awful it is.Not to be an outcast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;But to those kind of girls,perfect in every way,to others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;but inside.they're broken.its the worst feeling you could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;possibly have on earth.I'm in no position to comment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;having never been one of THEM before.But you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;just imagine it,everyone laughing and giggling happily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;around you,while inside,you feel torn apart.Looking at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;their happy faces can just about make anyone snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Which is close to the thing that happened to me.I wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;popular...but there was a stage when I just couldn't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;anymore.Everyone seemed so damn happy...and so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I just felt worse.After reading some of my friend's blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I realised that sometimes,people just need to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;To lock themselves in their rooms,to throw everything around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;to cry to themselves.Sometimes the best thing to do is just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;But some people just DON'T get it.They burst into your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;quiet sanctuary,probing you with questions even when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;just don't even feel like speaking.And then there are those who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;insist on telling you to GET OVER IT.I hate it when people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;that.It makes me feel even worse.For example...you fail a major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;exam.And people around you,who have obviously gotten better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;marks,judging by their behaviour,pat you on the back and tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;that its okay and that you'll do better next time...those are the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;that make me feel awful.You can tell they don't mean it.They're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;oviously more caught up in screaming their happiness to their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;other friends instead of truly comforting you with honest words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;instead of fake ones.They think that you'll feel better,they'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;tell you to smile,get over it...but they just don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;They may have never even been in the same position before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah,so they may tell you that,"Oh,don't worry.try harder next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;It's what I did before.And look,I'm doing better now."That is the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;of all.It makes you feel so degraded.Just because you've been in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;the same predicament...doesn't mean you feel the same way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;You're not the same person.And it sucks  when these kind of fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;smiles and remarks pop out.The only thing to do,at that point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;is to keep quiet,plaster on a fake smile,and excuse yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;giving yourself time to run off into a secluded corner to just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;sob your heart out.Which is why,those who understand,the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;people who truly,understand you,they'll tell everyone to just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;go away,leave her alone.Those are the best friends you'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;probably ever have,So I'd like to thank you all.But from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not going to keep smiling and laughing everyday.I'm sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;of living a lie.Speech is silver...while silence...is golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-115105310405864625?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/115105310405864625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=115105310405864625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/115105310405864625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/115105310405864625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/06/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-114924617973820928</id><published>2006-06-02T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:21:17.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="38930aa2"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh well.the holidays have been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;interesting.so far.at least i think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh.bite me.the holidays have sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the hours have been slowly inching by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;that's nothing bloody worth doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'm so friggin bored i am willing to do work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ugh.okay.so there's some consolation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;some sort on wednesdays and thursdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now.singapore idol.but then again.its only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;consolation for an hour.which means sixty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;minutes.which equals to three thousand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and sixty seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it isn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bad.i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;at this point.i am pissed off.sorry about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my language.pay no heed.cause i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pissed beyond words.and when people are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pissed beyond words...-ah,you know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happens.anyway,i'm voting for paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and maybe jonathan.cause i like paul's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hair...yupp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;did you know that *******is angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;at me just because i said something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;slightly wrong?and i don't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what i said to make her mad.which makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me mad,in turn.its one whole vicious cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*******too.she's angry at me.think i have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;small clue of what i said that made them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"angry".i think they thought i said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shawn lee and joshua ang looked nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i mean come on.they're okay.only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't you get the bloody idea?i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;talking about my friend the other day,dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not those two!you guys know i don't like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not that much,anyway.not unlike you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the both of you have no bloody right to say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you own them and all that crap.and to say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was "stealing" them-oh just f*** off,okay?&lt;br /&gt;this is what the i was pissed off with.two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;people who act so bloody bimbotic and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that two teen stars "belong"to them and not to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;steal them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for goodness sake.wake up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;smell the damn fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;first of all:they don't bloody belong to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;second:are you their mothers?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;third:you have no freaking right to control what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you're not my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fourth: what makes you think I was even talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;them?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fifth:just get lost.i don't feel like even looking at your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;puffed faces in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think i've vented enough already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my blog is probably gonna be filled with hate messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from you two and from your class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;as if i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;look.i have NICE friends in that class.i don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;criticise them.but you-have crossed the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this is final.let me tell you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;everyone hates your class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you laugh like stupid giggling...people when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;male teachers come to make announcements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for the love of-look.they're humans too.not aliens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you guys have some problem with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no communication skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its like.revenge of the bimbos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok.you guys are stupid and bimbotic.to put it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nicely.i tried to use a euphism.no can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there's no word in the world that can describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my pure hatred for your class right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i like...around seven people in your class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;roughly.but as for the rest.i can't seem the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;find anything worthwhile to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cause you guys,to put it nicely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and this,is my final comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-114924617973820928?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/114924617973820928/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25785119.post-114843872085052471</id><published>2006-05-23T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:45:20.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3fb14fd2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hello.First off,I have been awfully sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So don't bug me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Second,I am pissed beyond words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;annoying ass doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;understand a damn word of english &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when I say I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are too many annoying people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in this world already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yumie Goh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't be offended,Yumie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I didn't really mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay.Maybe I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So what?My sentences are becoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shorter by the millisecond.Okay.Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;better. I haven't gone to school for pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;long and there isn't any school today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and tomorrow either cause of the PTD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Parent.Teacher.Dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That sentence strikes fear in every student's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;heart,whether good or bad.Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Madam Lee's retiring,and Yumie's beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to feel sad.She kept on putting annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;crying emoticons in MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sheesh.Oh well.I realised that when Yumie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sees this I will once again,be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;annihilated,so I am going to enjoy my last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;few moments of earth first.I am getting sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;of this purple colour.Changing colour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay.All done.I have lots of homework to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for maths and we have a new teacher now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;apparently.Zi Ying(a.k.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Q.O.T.D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;) claims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that the first question Cheryl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;asked about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;our new maths teacher was if she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sexy.What kind of question was that?I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wish I was there,though.It would have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;really great to see Wai Lam's face.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wonder if Natalie Teo has finished eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the Meiji sweets that I bought for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh well.Never mind.I'm so bored at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;having tuition later at around 5pm and I haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;done my homework.Gonna claim that I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;know how in the world to do it.We keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;changing teachers in school.First our chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;teacher,now our maths teacher.But our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;chinese subject has been a bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;extreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We've already gotten three chinese teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and its barely been half a year.I really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to go on holiday.I'm tired,although everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;says that I don't seem stressed and all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;crap.Its called emotional stress.No one would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;understand what I mean.anyway. Everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in my class is doing so well and I can't help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but think that some of them can do so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;better than me although they spend seven hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;online everyday.I just don't understand.I can't cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;with history and maths.I'm improving in Chinese,but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what I don't get is History and Maths!I just cannot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;answer the questions in history, and in Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;get above 15/35.Its always the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just can't.So far,for maths,I've gotten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test 1: 15/35&lt;br /&gt;Test 2: 15/30&lt;br /&gt;Test 3: 13/35&lt;br /&gt;Test 4: 15/35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;See what I mean?I'm just really confused.I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my best,and all that comes out of it is nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but failures.And no one seems to think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been trying,either,because sometimes I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cannot listen in class when the teacher is teaching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and those are the moments when my friends notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;During those times in which I AM listening however,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they think I'm slacking too. So if I do badly,I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;never find proper comfort.They'd tell me to try harder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but I'm not dumb.I can see that they're encouraging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me half-heartedly,because they seriously think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been slacking.Some of them even scold me,saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;stuff like"You always read those stupid books of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so you can never pass."or"You always don't pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;attention in class."Sometimes its indirectly,sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its directly.I really don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What CAN I do ? There's nothing left for me to do anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-114843872085052471?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/114843872085052471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=114843872085052471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/114843872085052471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25785119/posts/default/114843872085052471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello_23.html' title=''/><author><name>not.a.bimbo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05281537195578967441</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-25785119.post-114734040947489360</id><published>2006-05-11T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:52:54.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="33f0f744"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To haunt you in your dreams of iced lemonade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pfft.HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ahem-back to what I was going to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nutty Apple~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's going to kill me for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall enjoy my last few moments of this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime,I am looking for a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Hint*hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whatever. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put up my tagboard,I know my friends will tell me rubbish about how messy I looked in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am not looking forward to putting the tagboard there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be fun,though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHAHAHA (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I hate maths.That was really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know,some abosolute &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;losers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;out there are harassing my friend (: That isn't good, but seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you guys have anything better to do than to harass a poor schoolgirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To tell you the truth, she isn't poor-it is all her fault I am so random and insane these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its called reverse psychology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The person who created this thing ^ above, should be sent to an asylum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't be insulted, Mr. Reverse Psychology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only doing this for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do stuff for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially not some whack-job who wants to drive the world insanely mad so that he would fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm bored here...what do I do next...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm proud of my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,so I strike you as absolutely deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad,there's absolutely &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even tell everyone to destroy my tagboard by posting messages that are F.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're probably getting really bored to the brink of insanity right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stop by the time the last dot is typed into the absurdly blank space that can hypnotize poor pitiful teachers into giving us stress and NAPFA tests..........................soon.....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All done.&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;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGS girls' aren't THAT snobbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty nice,actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who dares mention my name to the authorities ( although I've really done nothing wrong,other than insult Mr.Reverse Psychology, insult two smelly boy schools', annoyed you guys, and written sarcastic comments that have been ruthlessly scattered among this horrible blank page { forgot to mention that I insulted this too}, I really have done nothing wrong.Okay.) and get me arrested, I am going to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Nutty Apple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't going to kill me after all~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-114734040947489360?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/114734040947489360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody should know anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a zombie.Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of my friends or schoolmates,then you'll know any info already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25785119-114733829655519656?l=thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleraisin.blogspot.com/feeds/114733829655519656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25785119&amp;postID=114733829655519656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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