<?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-8745695214834095219</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:10:52.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KRISS - the beautfiul ones;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-5124602803008704492</id><published>2009-06-12T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:09:23.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like times when we talk about the past, when you tell me about how you still keep everything I've given you, when you tell me how you feel when you read my letters. I like it when we reminisce about our favourite songs, the places we went together and the things we did and would do together. I like times where we talk about things we wouldn't say to anyone, and update each other on bits of stories we missed out. I like it when we are okay, when I can tell my friends about how wonderful and bittersweet you are, when I say I love you &amp; when you say you love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sticks and stones may break my bones while your words can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really just two puzzle pieces which look conjoining that will never fit no matter how hard we try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-5124602803008704492?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/5124602803008704492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=5124602803008704492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/5124602803008704492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/5124602803008704492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2009/06/vulnerable-i-like-times-when-we-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-6498998546754814843</id><published>2009-06-04T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:01:52.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Take a bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change. People change. I guess I have to accept that in this situation, because no matter how hard and how many times I try to convince myself that you are still who you were back then, I am going to end up disappointed and hurt like fuck like how I am now because you just aren't the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taught me something, that there is no one in this world I should love more than I love myself, because once I step into that boundary, like the way I'm always putting you infront of everyone else, I am just going to be treated the way you treat me. As if I owe you a living. As if I have to give in all the time. As if I was born to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;submit&lt;/span&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were different. I thought we were different. I thought after everything we've been through, nothing in this world could ever come between us again.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I thought you would at the very least, consider my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-6498998546754814843?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/6498998546754814843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=6498998546754814843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/6498998546754814843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/6498998546754814843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-how-life-would-be-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-1720999402410229138</id><published>2008-12-30T20:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:14:57.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its good to be back. Back to where I came from; back to my same old routines; back to familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;A new year is around the corner. And pple arnd me are celebrating, inviting the inevitable - change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change is awaiting. Waiting at my doorstep; always ready to pounce on me when I'm least ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I ever will be ready. Will I? Need some assurance. I'm one of those asses who hate change, who avoid them. I shld rlly be embracing change; to look forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't. It's the same thing every end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and experience has taught me to fear change. The next year always brings about more pain, more complications that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always seem to be too much for me to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, with the help of my friends, I emerge victorious. I get through all the shit that happens every year, and now at this time - a new year is starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired, so exhausted from the year's battle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet life is ready to throw at me another round of battles, each ones tougher than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's those kind of scenarios where, you're totally aware that smth bad's gna happen. Smth horrible, sad, tragic...you try to mentally prepare for it. But when it comes, you're still so unprepared. You're still shocked, still scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part of it is - it's totally unavoidable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-1720999402410229138?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/1720999402410229138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=1720999402410229138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/1720999402410229138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/1720999402410229138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-good-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-7996579889657938166</id><published>2008-12-27T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:02:16.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank god i finally gained access to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cold here in Tokyo. I've been having some fun here. It seems my family has made a pact not to get on my nerves or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing here is the cold and the food. God i love the food here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm really starting to be a bit homesick. I'm missing my best friends like fuck seriously. Everywhere i turn something always reminds me of them.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i'm wondering how Jan is doing in LA. I can only imagine its gorgeousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be returning in about 2 days so it's all good. Can't wait to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-7996579889657938166?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/7996579889657938166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=7996579889657938166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7996579889657938166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7996579889657938166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-god-i-finally-gained-access-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-6042759904236931079</id><published>2008-12-18T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:56:35.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'know what? I think I've finally let go.&lt;br /&gt;Let go of these selfish, immature feelings that I've had towards everyone; towards myself; towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you. Remember? Yeah you sent my world spiralling out of control. But I'm glad to say that I think i've finally gotten control of my wheel once more. I'm starting to put back the pieces and to heal.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how they say that it's alright when you fall rock bottom for the first time. B'cos that experience has taught you how to avoid it, or how to get out unscathed the next time.&lt;br /&gt;But those pple were wrong. See, once the same situation hits you in the face again, you're not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;No one's there to warn you, to steer you out of danger's way. And so you fall again. And then you think, 'hey! i've been in this situation before, i know how to pick myself up agian.'&lt;br /&gt;Yet you try and try and soon, you find that just b'cos you've gotten up once, doesn't mean getting up again the next time is gna be easier.&lt;br /&gt;Just b'cos you've healed before, doesn't make the next healing process any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls so much. It's people like them that make you wonder constantly how on earth a creature like yourself could get such great friends.&lt;br /&gt;They're the kind of friends that everyone needs. B'cos I wouldn't imagine life w/o them, and i'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kel Rens Jan Bird Sam for everything. I think if i made a list of what each of you did for me, the list would never end. Thanks for bringing me out for the Twilight movie and making me laugh and smile genuinely for the first time in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Luv you guys to bits and pieces &lt;3  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Btw, Janice couldn't stop smiling whenever Edward/Rob.P came out in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin'. Jan babe please don't kill me! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-6042759904236931079?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/6042759904236931079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=6042759904236931079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/6042759904236931079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/6042759904236931079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/12/yknow-what-i-think-ive-finally-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-7784557297848616393</id><published>2008-12-13T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:41:45.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>misconduct , misbehavior&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's going on&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;But I have found a place where I can seek solace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kelly sweetie&lt;/span&gt; , I'll see you soon&lt;br /&gt;the next time I see you , I &lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; you'll be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-7784557297848616393?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/7784557297848616393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=7784557297848616393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7784557297848616393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7784557297848616393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/12/misconduct-misbehavior-i-have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-3696492233028636044</id><published>2008-11-26T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:18:48.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is how life would be without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm will sound but i'll already be up, stayed up all night just to make sure it wasn't a dream. I'll pull myself out of bed, brush my teeth and do my hair. Wonder why I'm trying to live like nothing's changed. This is just the beginning and already I want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this.&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to blog anymore&lt;br /&gt;I hope things come around&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who is always behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-3696492233028636044?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/3696492233028636044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=3696492233028636044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3696492233028636044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3696492233028636044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-how-life-would-be-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-2959164718931549493</id><published>2008-11-23T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:25:35.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle"&gt;should i stay or should i go?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why does it feel like night today?&lt;br /&gt;Something in here's not right today.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so uptight today?&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia's all I got left&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what stressed me first&lt;br /&gt;Or how the pressure was fed&lt;br /&gt;But I know just what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Have a voice in the back of my head&lt;br /&gt;Like a face that I hold inside&lt;br /&gt;A face that awakes when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A face watches every time I lie&lt;br /&gt;A face that laughs every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;(And watches everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know that when it's time to sink or swim&lt;br /&gt;That the face inside is hearing me&lt;br /&gt;Right beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back&lt;br /&gt;It's like a whirlwind inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;br /&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got a face in me&lt;br /&gt;Points out all my mistakes to me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a face on the inside too&lt;br /&gt;Your paranoia's probably worse&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what set me off first&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;I can't add up to what you can but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a face that they hold inside&lt;br /&gt;A face that awakes when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A face watches every time they lie&lt;br /&gt;A face that laughs every time they fall&lt;br /&gt;(And watches everything)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very detached from everything around me, like nothing really matters. Seriously. They say that it's a form of living in denial. However, I'm not so sure I agree with them. If you ask me how I feel about M'z I really can't answer that! It's like, hokay I think he's hot, but so what?? y'know. Maybe I should give up? But in that case, what am I really holding onto now? The emotion or the person? Perhaps the memories. I can't fathom it myself. K whatever, &lt;b&gt;this is me taking control of my life, now what the fuck are you doing with yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-2959164718931549493?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/2959164718931549493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=2959164718931549493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2959164718931549493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2959164718931549493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go-why-does.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-4321402849518568473</id><published>2008-11-21T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:28:52.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/Bring me out of this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot going on now in my head, its rather confusing.&lt;br /&gt;- its confusion to prevent denial, it's kind of like, a forced confusion,&lt;br /&gt;or I'd be sticking in denial?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, but I'd probably like to reflect about it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Many matters, many distractions, many thoughts to clear.&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;Today, Today I live for one thing!&lt;br /&gt;and We should cast all our anxieties onto him because he&lt;br /&gt;cares for us :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just think there's a lot more that I should be&lt;br /&gt;doing, but I just can't find that motivation to do so - I'm wasting&lt;br /&gt;my time. I think I could just be much better if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said - time to clear it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-4321402849518568473?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/4321402849518568473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=4321402849518568473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/4321402849518568473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/4321402849518568473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/11/bring-me-out-of-this-mess-theres-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-1726052433300376143</id><published>2008-11-20T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:15:27.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;The hols, don't feel like the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being stealth and hiding Jim-bo.&lt;br /&gt;But he's gonna go into hibernation soon anyway, so it's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, milestone, I got lectured in English, Chinese, Cantonese and Hokkien today.&lt;br /&gt;Confusing, but a milestone.&lt;br /&gt;Relatives are flying in from Edmonton so I have to have a happy face.&lt;br /&gt;And an invisible homebody at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;'rents in the zone.&lt;br /&gt;Force quitting ensues.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-1726052433300376143?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/1726052433300376143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=1726052433300376143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/1726052433300376143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/1726052433300376143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-doesnt-feel-like-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-3885826115012032060</id><published>2008-11-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:03:15.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SRbdrF1XJxI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DW7yEY-_Coo/s1600-h/kriss+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SRbdrF1XJxI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DW7yEY-_Coo/s320/kriss+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266640546626479890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you have to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;always know that you shine brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;than anyone does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jan for this prettyyy shot of me (Yes it's me, morons!)&lt;br /&gt;So anyways,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bird, Jan, Rens, Kel, and Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all trooped over to my crib and hung out. That was a picture of my fantabulous day spent with my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fav girlies.&lt;/span&gt; (Sam Rens Kel on the bed. Bird was in the toilet i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some cool awesome movies, chatted to a weird perv online and laughed our heads off, took a walk at a park, etc. I'm so glad I got to spend that much time with 'em! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love 'em to bits x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired now. I just had a bad fight with my mother once again, and I am emotionally drained.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my girls for always listening to me and being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys already! Wish you were all at my house still x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-3885826115012032060?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/3885826115012032060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=3885826115012032060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3885826115012032060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3885826115012032060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-if-you-have-to-go-always-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SRbdrF1XJxI/AAAAAAAAAxI/DW7yEY-_Coo/s72-c/kriss+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-2651505386327954706</id><published>2008-10-31T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:57:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How old do you wish you were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..good question. 16 or 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. what do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear and whine and swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. do you consider yourself kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess...to certain people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. if you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above ass, babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish or french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. do you know your neighbours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I've only seen them about 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. what do you consider a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere away from this country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. do you follow your horoscope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. would you move for the person you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. are you touchy feely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a strange way to phrase this question. Um yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. dream job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex therapist HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. favourite tv channels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Entertainment, Star World, HBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. favourite place to go on weekends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere's fine, as long as i'm outta my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. showers or baths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer baths, but I usually take showers cause I don't have a bathtub }:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. do you paint your nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. do you trust people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. what are your phobias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Kids are annoying and noisy! Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, but I haven't updated that in...3 years hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. where would you rather be now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In town. I think there's an awesome sale at Charles and Keith!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. who makes you warm and fuzzy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who? Haha people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. heavy or light sleeper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. are you paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. are you impatient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I am quite a tolerant person. But if you make me wait for more than an hour you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. who can you relate to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters from american drama shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. how do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. have you been burned by love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. what's your pick-up line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. what's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A John Mayer song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the ocm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. what does the last text on your mobile say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ass." - Renee hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. what colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiteee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. most recent movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM 3 with the girls. It's.....okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. name three things you have on at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all times? Er aiyah anything that's attached to your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. what colour are your bedsheets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark pink/purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. how much cash do you have right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. what's your favourite part of the chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. what's your favourite town/city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, londonnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. i can't wait till:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom goes on her promise and gets me an iTouch phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. what did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. how tall are you barefoot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. do you own a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. what do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...OJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still living in my parent's house }:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner last night, which was noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. what songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sms Rens sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. worst injury you ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE well i don't know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. what's your favourite candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sour stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. what song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm srsly wasting my brain cells on these qns. I really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. do you have a crush on anyone? (if no, skip qns 56.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that gorgeous pretty boy count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. are you friends with this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO -wails-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY OR NOT KEL. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;WASTE MY BRAIN CELLS ONLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-2651505386327954706?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/2651505386327954706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=2651505386327954706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2651505386327954706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2651505386327954706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-3049115308500556451</id><published>2008-10-29T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:00:27.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIFE IS GOOD! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been soooooo free like a bird, i'm finally able to have time for all the stuff that i want to do!&lt;br /&gt;Like, watch Gossip Girl. I didn't even watch a SECOND of it until my exams were over (srsly! i didn't! My mother banned me from watching...)&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just watched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4 episodes&lt;/span&gt; STRAIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about 2 and a half hours of GG. I just finished watching the latest episode, and EEW? NATE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MADE OUT&lt;/span&gt; WITH JENNY!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EEEW EEW WHY NATE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a pretty boy and she's....okay looking. I hate to admit it, but her hair is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF HOTNESS, I saw this reallyyyyy pretty boy at Orchard ytd! Ohmahgad, i swear my heart skipped a beat when I first saw him.&lt;br /&gt;He had the most incredible eyes, and ashy brown hair. I kinda guessed that he was half causasian, half chinese. (the very best kind, if you ask me!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally locked eyes! I swear it! I bet my heart stopped for half a nano second.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee (=&lt;br /&gt;What a shame, though. Didn't have the courage to ask for his number.&lt;br /&gt;)= HE WAS SOOOOOOOOO PRETTYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i'm sure a lot of you are wondering about my results. I did post a few...despressing/discouraging entries about my exams. Well, I did...a little worse than usual. Like i said, i screwed it up. But not as bad as I had anticipated...which is...good?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. But I decided not to think about my exams any longer. It just makes me a bit obsessive, and that isn't good for my health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles! ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-3049115308500556451?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/3049115308500556451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=3049115308500556451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3049115308500556451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3049115308500556451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-good-b-ive-been-soooooo-free.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-5059337606616774673</id><published>2008-10-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:19:02.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL HAS ENDED!&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAPPY AS HELLL! I feel so light-headed with joy. :}&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss all of my weird ass classmates, but i'm sure we'll disturb each other during the holidays AND next year, so i'm not too sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A FREE WOMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I'll blog about something more intelligent when my thoughts are coherent okay?&lt;br /&gt;So long my sticky marshmellow reader!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-5059337606616774673?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/5059337606616774673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=5059337606616774673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/5059337606616774673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/5059337606616774673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-has-ended-im-happy-as-helll-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-2787752467110623132</id><published>2008-10-19T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:07:37.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SPsFn6uCHwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/YRugolG8ZF8/s1600-h/fail-owned-manhood-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SPsFn6uCHwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/YRugolG8ZF8/s400/fail-owned-manhood-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258803173220556546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed SUPER loudly when I saw this! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;P.s - For those who are staring at the picture, with drool coming out of your mouth and you're going : "HUUHHHHHHHH why is it funny...", please look at the location of A and Z on your keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S SUNDAY! I love Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are usually away for the whole day, and I get to spend time by myself, and with a few friends. x)&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Jan before she had to return home. I was damn bloody bored after that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw the FRIENDSTER jan talked about and EEEEEEW?&lt;br /&gt;How sad. It's MAJORLY FREAKY. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA TAKE A NAP! I haven't taken a nap since....beginning of the year I think? Bcos of damnit lack of time. But currently I feel v relaxed and stress-free, so i think my bed is calling me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-2787752467110623132?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/2787752467110623132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=2787752467110623132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2787752467110623132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2787752467110623132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahahahahah-i-laughed-super-loudly-when.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SPsFn6uCHwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/YRugolG8ZF8/s72-c/fail-owned-manhood-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-7011469510850980898</id><published>2008-10-16T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T04:17:15.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will soon be my blog song.&lt;br /&gt;It's called We are Broken - Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;I really love their songs; their lyrics have so much meaning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I've been waiting for the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With my wide eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've seen worlds that don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me why we live like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep me safe inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your arms like towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tower over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause we are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What must we do to restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And oh, the promise we adored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Give us life again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause we just wanna be whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lock the doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'd like to capture this voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It came to me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So everyone will have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And under red lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll show myself it wasn't forged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We're at war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We live like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Keep me safe inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your arms like towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tower over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause we are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What must we do to restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And oh, the promise we adored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Give us life again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause we just wanna be whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tower over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tower over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'll take the truth at any cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause we are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What must we do to restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Our innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And oh, the promise we adored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Give us life again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause we just wanna be whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sry luh, Kel.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the quiz another time ok, i damn lazy now haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-7011469510850980898?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/7011469510850980898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=7011469510850980898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7011469510850980898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7011469510850980898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-will-soon-be-my-blog-song.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-8441443352493539522</id><published>2008-10-12T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:17:05.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopdeedoo.&lt;br /&gt;I probably fucked them up, so there's no need to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's currently so many things on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;So much shit, that I don't think i have the capability to sort them out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering how a normal 15 year old would be able to cope with all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a midnight walk the other day, as I do so often,&lt;br /&gt;and I thought about all the things that made me truly happy, &lt;s&gt;just to avoid thinking about the mess that's in my life.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the things that make me truly happy is love.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from my family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poeple that matter the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;People I would glady trade my life for.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how they were still able to love a mess like me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve such love. When they are so many others who would kill to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after thinking about that, I was then unable to prevent myself from thinking about my real problems.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my current situation, and wondered if i'd ever be able to get out of this shit hole that i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt to love?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you could hurt the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Because to me, when I love someone, i would kill myself for him/her, period.&lt;br /&gt;So that means you never loved me from the beginning, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like some hollow shell.&lt;br /&gt;No more emotions, no more feelings..&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I put up a normal front just for you?&lt;br /&gt;To paste a nonchalent and happy face to benefit you, and I guess &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;I have to put up a strong front; I can't be a weak emotional burden. I've burdened enough people already.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong for myself. I can't lose myself; lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that things would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell myself so much that everything would be alright, and I guess I fooled myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop lying to everyone, to you, to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My entire life, people have said that i would become a psychopath if i didn't learn how to feel,&lt;br /&gt;but i want to know what the fuck is so great about feeling?&lt;br /&gt;because i finally let myself,&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like my heart's been completely ripped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd still die for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-8441443352493539522?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/8441443352493539522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=8441443352493539522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/8441443352493539522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/8441443352493539522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-8766561776325744549</id><published>2008-09-27T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:23:49.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY I CAN'T BE A FORGIVING BITCH. I'm sorry I can't move on because I am such a pathetic loser. I'm sorry I can't do this. I'm sorry I kept saying I could BECAUSE I HAD TO FUCKING FOOL MYSELF BEFORE I COULD FOOL ANYONE ELSE. I'm sorry I don't have the strength to watch this happen to myself. I'm sorry my life's been so miserable before and this is just adding salt to the wound. I'm sorry I wanna do this alone because I don't want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY I AM SO FUCKING SENSITIVE I'M SORRY I ACT LIKE I CAN HANDLE THIS WHEN I CAN'T I'M SORRY I'M SO FUCKING FAKE I'M SORRY I MAKE THINGS TO DIFFICULT WHEN I TRY TO MAKE IT EASIER I'M SORRY I CAN'T LEAVE EVERYONE ALONE I'M SORRY I CRY MYSELF EVERY FUCKING NIGHT TO SLEEP I'M SORRY I CAN'T JUST SHUT UP AND KILL MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY THAT I'M SUCH A PATHETIC LOSER TO BE STILL AWAKE AT 12 AM CRYING MY EYES OUT. I'M SORRY THAT I'M CURRENTLY WISHING FOR ALL THE GUTS IN THE WORLD TO JUMP OUT OF MY 10TH STORY WINDOW. I'M SORRY THAT I'M JUST FULL OF FUCKING SELF-PITY THAT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET RID OFF. I'M SORRY I WAS SUCH A THORN IN YOUR SIDE, I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO LOVE ME FOR GOD-KNOWS-WHY FOR BEING SUCH AN EMOTIONAL BURDEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY THAT THINGS COULDN'T WORK OUT EVEN THOUGH I TRIED TO FOOL MYSELF INTO BELIEVING THAT THEY COULD. I'M SORRY FOR BEING SO USELESS AS I WATCHED EVERYTHING WE'VE BUILT TOGETHER FALL APART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY I DON'T SHARE THINGS BECAUSE I CAN'T EASILY TRUST PEOPLE ANYMORE I'M SORRY I'M SO DIFFICULT TO GET TO I'M SORRY I CAN'T GET BY JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE CAME MY WAY I'M SORRY I WON'T LET YOU IN I'M SORRY THINGS HAVE CHANGED &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FUCKING SORRY THAT I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK NOW FUCK LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-8766561776325744549?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/8766561776325744549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=8766561776325744549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/8766561776325744549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/8766561776325744549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-im-sorry-i-cant-be-forgiving-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-7482689887629200701</id><published>2008-09-18T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:33:09.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I've been blogging way too much, especially since I have exams coming in October.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I felt the sudden need to tell &lt;u&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/u&gt; I truly truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; a few things.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I really needed to let them know what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's real weird to say these important things here, where it may seem impersonal.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I would have a hard time trying to get my words right if i say it to you in person, so, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WARNING! SUPERRRRR LONG ENTRY AHEAD! you've been warned!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To my older sister, Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're probably going to be surprised at what I have to say, since all we ever seem to do is fight. But you must know that, though all the shit we do to each other, or the bitching and name-calling, I really do love you so very much, though I don't show it AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for all the times I said I hated you and you were the worst person to be related with, anger does do silly things to my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that I never mean whatever I say to you, and on the contrary, you are the BEST sister in the world.&lt;br /&gt;You're always there when I'm in trouble, when I need a cigarette or when I need a shopping date.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I probably don't deserve a sis like you. I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Bird:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there yellow munchkin! I have no idea why we call you a munchkin, since you're like taller than all of us =(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a huge THANK YOU for being someone whom I can always laugh and spaz with. You always knew how to make me laugh, and how not to disturb me when I just wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a big brother to me, though you're a girl, which makes it even better (=&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always looking out for me, for being protective over me even when I sometimes disapprove of the things you do. Haha =)&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for all the things that you do for me, I know I probably don't deserve them. . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could, I would take every hurt you'd had to endure and bring it upon myself. I love you sooooo much, bird. Very, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Jan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey lover. You have no idea how lucky for a gal like me to have a friend like you. And I want to hurt myself every day when I see you cry or hurt or upset. You have done &lt;u&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/u&gt; for me, and I wish I could somehow repay you back.&lt;br /&gt;You love me even when I do SUPER unforgivable shit. You never critisized or judged me when I told you all the horrible things that I had done.&lt;br /&gt;You were willing to stand through the storm with me. You never fail to make me smile and laugh, even when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Your love, care, affection, and devotion will never cease to amaze me, and I want to thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rlly wanna punch all those bitches in your class that hurt you, you have NO IDEA how much I wanna do that. I wanna go up in their face and make them suffer.&lt;br /&gt;They dont' even have a clue about the person you are.&lt;br /&gt;You're so amazing, and you don't deserve anything but the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You shldn't have FUCKERS for classmates, you shldn't even have ANY reason to look down on yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish that I could make every hurt go away, to give you a hug right there in your class when no one's with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you so much, J. Can you understand that? I'd go to the ends of the earth for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To Rens: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey darling, my super cool hottie! I feel like giving you an endless amount of kisses! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for showing how much you love me every single day, especially the days where I'm a moody bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the times you were there when I needed someone to talk to, to rant to...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for accepting me for who I am, and for making me feel like I didn't need to be anyone else other than myself. You made me feel so special every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rlly want slice &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; guy's dick into pieces. He shld be sent to the darkest corners of HELL for treating you like that. I get so pissed whenever I think about him, and I feel driven to go to his house and beat the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve so much better, my love. Someone like you should be treated with love and respect, and you shldn't waste yr time with a jerk as &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so incredible,  I don't know if anyone could ever be good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fucking love you, y'know? I'd do anything for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Kelly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVELIEST TWIN! Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks soooooo much for the being the sweetest, awesome-nest twin ever! You're soo fun to hang out with, just seeing you makes my day! I love being super girly and bimbo with you.&lt;br /&gt;And, I love it how you're always able to know how I'm feeling and what I'm thinking. I love how you always try to persuade me to look at the brighter side of life, and how you're always there to give me a hug when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you're always so understanding and accepting, never judging me for my unruly ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you love, most of all.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish your parents could see the Kel that I see every single day.&lt;br /&gt;They shld know how BLOODY FORTUNATE they are to have a daughter like you, and I wish I could just open their eyes and make them see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're so unbelievably incredible! I love you soooooo much, love. I'd kill myself for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Sam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey SAMMIEH! Y'know, you've always been that sorta-quiet friend, though you're not really quiet in actual fact.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my mentor, my teacher, someone I truly aspire to be. I love how you're able to calmly take fucked-up matters into your own hands and fix them with no distractions. I love how you're always so sensitive to me, kinda like a boyfriend ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so damn lucky to have someone as special as you. You're always sooooo fucking sweet to me, and you still are. I love how you forgive so easily, even when I sometimes don't agree with forgiving some people who hurt you so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you're always cracking lame jokes that send me into hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;I love how your temper can match mine, even though it's rare. Maybe that's not a good thing, but you always somehow made me feel normal, like I'm not over-reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you damn fucking much. Always and forever =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all that I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again to everyone, who has done sooo many wonderful things to me that it may take CENTURIES to write.&lt;br /&gt;I rlly appreciate all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Kriss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-7482689887629200701?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/7482689887629200701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=7482689887629200701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7482689887629200701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7482689887629200701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-i-know-ive-been-blogging-way-too.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-3130146435802833914</id><published>2008-09-17T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:10:41.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.The person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANNIICCEEE!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.Your relationship with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S MY LOVERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.Your 5 impressions of him/her are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving, affectionate,  understanding, fun, &lt;u&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.The most memorable thing he/she had done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought me soup to my house yesterday cause' I was sick! &lt;br /&gt;SUCH A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt; THING I TELL YOU! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rmb each word but she told me that she loved me and that she always would, no matter what unforgivable shit i do. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be very fortunate to have someone like her! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7.If he/she becomes your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoils me too much, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8.If he/she become your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WILL NEVER EVER HAPPEN AND I REFUSE TO THINK ABOUT SUCH THINGS! GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. (Repeated Question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.What is it you want to tell for him/her now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU sooo very much. And I wish that you wouldn't look down on yourself, because you don't know how amazing you are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11.Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12.How do u think ppl will feel around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I hope they would think I'm the baddest girl around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13.The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable in my own skin, I don't wish to be anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14.On the contrary,the characters you hate yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH, too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15.The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16.For people that care and likes you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;2) Bird!&lt;br /&gt;3) Rens!&lt;br /&gt;4) Sam&lt;br /&gt;5) Vivien&lt;br /&gt;6) June&lt;br /&gt;7) Marcus!&lt;br /&gt;8) Daryl&lt;br /&gt;9) Li yuan&lt;br /&gt;10) Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Who is no. 6 having a relationship with? -June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I cannot mention! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. Is no. 9 a male or female? -Li yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? [Marcus and Rachel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be quite disturbing! But I guess I would be able to get used to it...eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. What is no. 6 studying about? -June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subjects that a smarty pants like her would study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. What was the last time you had a chat with no. 3? -Rens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like? -Daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns n' Roses, Coldplay, U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Does no. 1 have any siblings? -Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a younger sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25. Will you woo no. 3? -Rens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. How about 7? -Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! HE'LL JUST FREAK OUT I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. Is no. 4 single? -Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28. What is the surname of no. 5? -Viven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. What is a hobby of no. 10? -Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading, she's a bookworm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Do no. 5 and 9 get along well? -Viven and Li yuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31. Where is no. 2 studying at? -Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home schooled. (COOLEST THING EVER!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. Talk about something for no. 1 -Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves freaking people out. And wooing hot gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8? -Daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT ALWAYS DARYL HAHA. Noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. Where does no. 9 live? -Li yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. What colours do no. 4 like? (Sam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White, orange, red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36. Are no. 1 and 5 best friends? -Kelly and Vivien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;37. Does no. 1 have any pets? -Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38. Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world? -Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH X 59394968 well, that is an interesting question! Are you, Marc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. What is no. 10 doing now? -Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my god, my mom can be annoying!&lt;br /&gt;When she looked over at my laptop I instinctively turned it away.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not that I have anything to hide, it's just weird for your mom to see you blogging, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was like, "Why are you turning the screen away?"&lt;br /&gt;And she asked it as if i was trying to hide smth from her.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT WWB! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-3130146435802833914?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/3130146435802833914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=3130146435802833914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3130146435802833914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3130146435802833914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-2556548673223371919</id><published>2008-09-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:01:55.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SNCK2BAfPCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/FOOegHoVEKU/s1600-h/kriss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SNCK2BAfPCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/FOOegHoVEKU/s320/kriss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846226474679330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NOW HAVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BANGS&lt;/span&gt;! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Vivien and I.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm srsly missing the girlies!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's been super busy with studies lately. :{&lt;br /&gt;Saddddd. Exams really suck big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a message from Jan, and she didn't go to school today too!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe so I'm gna drop by her house later to hang out and maybe study a lil'.&lt;br /&gt;xD i miss her so much :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's smth that's been bugging me like fuck lately.&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned my intense hatred for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attention whores&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, they're the most annoying creatures on earth.&lt;br /&gt;This gal, let's just call her D, loves the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;Always doing ANYTHING for attention, even degrade herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon, why would you wanna degrade yrself just for attention?&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even think about what people may think of her.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she just goes into uncontrollable spasms if the spotlight isn't on her.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she knows that no one likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;Check out this hottie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SNCM1d2ghoI/AAAAAAAAAsA/0_xyWEBXOrw/s1600-h/ashton-kutcher-biography2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SNCM1d2ghoI/AAAAAAAAAsA/0_xyWEBXOrw/s320/ashton-kutcher-biography2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246848416060835458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHTON KUTCHER IS SOOOO HOT!&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;D'you know he used to be a model?&lt;br /&gt;Hotness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call me Mrs Kutcher, ya'll! :}&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the missing piece I need,&lt;br /&gt;the song inside of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-2556548673223371919?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/2556548673223371919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=2556548673223371919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2556548673223371919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/2556548673223371919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-now-have-bangs-b-this-is-vivien-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SNCK2BAfPCI/AAAAAAAAAr4/FOOegHoVEKU/s72-c/kriss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-6929170540988656835</id><published>2008-09-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:55:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYYYYYYYYYYY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT MY MOM SAID TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;Check out the convo that tooks place a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: "Hmmmm, I think I will give you a reward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "Huh? Reward for what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: "Reward for if you do well in your exams!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "Ooooh! What kind of reward?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"I'll think I'll get you that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iTouch&lt;/span&gt; phone..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YAYNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I'm actually squealing right now! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But my mommy's expectations are damn high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "-after i was done squealing- Eh, how well must I do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: "Hmm... depends. I'll decide when I see it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "But I must have some personal goal what!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: "Then just get an A2 for most or all the subjects, lor! That's the safest.-chuckles-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTT A2 FOR ALL SUBJECTS???!!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BEARLY MANAGE A STANDARD B3!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I MUST MUST MUST do well!&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo close to having the FABULOUS iTouch phoneeee!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-6929170540988656835?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/6929170540988656835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=6929170540988656835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/6929170540988656835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/6929170540988656835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/09/yayyyyyyyyyyy-d-omg-omg-omgggggg-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-649802131509279234</id><published>2008-09-02T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:44:08.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NOW ADDICTED TO TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot ah, Renee and Jan!&lt;br /&gt;Now i can't stop reading it!&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, the attraction between Edward and Bella is sooo breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what Jan said was right!&lt;br /&gt;After reading the book, girls like me can't help but long for someone beautiful like Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the actor playing Edward is &lt;u&gt;HAWT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did a bit of research on the casting, when news about a Twilight Movie first came out.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there were some who said the world was "outraged" by the casting of Edward!&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, he's sooooooooo good-looking!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure at least 75% of Twilighters love the guy playing Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Handsome, sia! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SL4Hsz3w62I/AAAAAAAAAqo/WAdTTpgcnJk/s1600-h/Sexy_Edward_Cullen____by_ilovehiim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SL4Hsz3w62I/AAAAAAAAAqo/WAdTTpgcnJk/s320/Sexy_Edward_Cullen____by_ilovehiim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241635482725575522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SEXY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has made me even MORE addicted.&lt;br /&gt;AND BELLA IS....SO AVERAGE LOOKING!&lt;br /&gt;So unfair! :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apparently Jan has called dibs on him already,&lt;br /&gt;so I cannot claim him for my own!&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-649802131509279234?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/649802131509279234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=649802131509279234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/649802131509279234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/649802131509279234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-now-addicted-to-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-yTwsnMYfkU/SL4Hsz3w62I/AAAAAAAAAqo/WAdTTpgcnJk/s72-c/Sexy_Edward_Cullen____by_ilovehiim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-3987369279213207377</id><published>2008-08-25T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:05:27.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y'know what?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you and your kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say...&lt;br /&gt;that studies and school and everything academic is fucking stressful?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so exhausted from it all.&lt;br /&gt;My exams are coming up soon, and I'm doing my best to prepare,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm starting to think that none of my efforts are working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have thoughts about quitting school, like Shane.&lt;br /&gt;At first, people looked at her in disapproval and shook their heads and wagged their fingers,&lt;br /&gt;but look at her now!&lt;br /&gt;She's got an awesome job that pays well, and she's totally stress-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so judgemental?&lt;br /&gt;They have NO idea how stressful school life is nowadays, yet they have the nerve to give us that "oh, another teen school dropout rebel. She's gonna go nowhere in life." fuck face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could handle the stress well like the girlies.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Can I please see you guys again? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered Macs delivery, and when the guy came, I answered the door in my shirt and undies!&lt;br /&gt;The guy kinda got a shock hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;That just totally made my day, seeing the look on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i ain't the grp slut for nothin'!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm proud of it! :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-3987369279213207377?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/3987369279213207377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=3987369279213207377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3987369279213207377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/3987369279213207377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/08/yknow-what-fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-7497376077875688411</id><published>2008-08-17T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:14:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KELLY!&lt;br /&gt;Glad you liked the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;      YOU SOOOOO SUPER MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;Like, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna see the girlies again!&lt;br /&gt;The time we had was far too short. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to my LOVE, Janice,&lt;br /&gt;I just rlly wna thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Kriss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-7497376077875688411?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/7497376077875688411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=7497376077875688411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7497376077875688411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7497376077875688411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-belated-birthday-kelly-glad-you_17.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8745695214834095219.post-7580522081247498528</id><published>2008-08-15T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:30:04.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's the afterwards. I feel so safe in your arms. It's not the sex, its not. Its the afterwards. What about you? Do you feel safe the way I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, I feel safe all the time. All the time when I'm with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/blush.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt; sighhhh I hate the way I spew my words without second thoughts and thus hurting the one I love the most. I love you baby, never ever doubt that. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fucking god, i just lost all my past entries.&lt;br /&gt;All 14 of them!&lt;br /&gt;Damn this stupid piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8745695214834095219-7580522081247498528?l=sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/feeds/7580522081247498528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8745695214834095219&amp;postID=7580522081247498528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7580522081247498528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8745695214834095219/posts/default/7580522081247498528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sportsbrasandfbts.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-afterwards.html' title=''/><author><name>the weird and the wonderful.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
